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Question: Question: The year is 2024. Write me a long and thorough and detailed story the way I type about a random 6 year old boy with a description of the boy's name, where he's from in the US, birthday, race being white, birth year, height, weight, hair color, hairstyle, eye color and what he's wearing shoes included and what he sounds like as he walks home alone for the first time with permission from his young mom. Include his mom's name, age, birthday and birth year, height, and weight. Include his dad's name, age, birthday and birth year, height and weight and have him not be in his son's life and explain why. Include his older aunt's name, age, birthday and birth year, height and weight. Include his older uncle's name, age being younger than his aunt, birthday and birth year being younger than his aunt, height and weight and have him not be present either. Include his grandma's name, age, birthday and birth year, height and weight. Have the boy be excited to tell all the cool stories about walking alone he was gonna to his mom and grandma when he went over to her house and his loving stuffed animal and his dog. Have him get home and fall asleep. Have him jerk awake at some point in the night when he realizes he's not even sleeping in a bed anymore. Have him look down realizing he's wearing a feminine teenage girl outfit and feminine shoes with a purse on his shoulder with a description of the purse and with a description of the outfit and the shoes being skimpy. Have a group of girls walk to the boy with one of them saying hey bitch and have it be in quoted text as she asks if her friend did something teenagers shouldn't do behind her parent's back. Include a detailed description of what the girls were planning on doing they weren't supposed to that was not appropriate for teenagers and have the girl the boy is in the body of be the one who planned it. Reveal the girl's name, age, race, birthday, birth year, height, weight and where she's from. Have her be the oldest out of her friends and reveal the names of all the other girls and their ages, race being the same as the girl, birthdays, birth years, heights, weights and where they're from. Have the boy look down at his outfit before looking in a mirror seeing his more mature body before squeezing his eyes shut holding back tears. Have him try to scream for his mom but unwillingly cussing a whole bunch like a teenager and have it be in quoted text before covering his mouth in fear at what he said. The swap is permanent. Have the boy walk to a random nearby reflective area to see his female face covered in makeup the girl was wearing to make herself look older.
There's a whisper of bravery in the air, a tale that swirls around a six-year-old boy named Ethan Rogers. Ethan hails from the suburban expanse of Austin, Texas. He’s a white American, born on a mild spring day, the 12th of May, 2018. Still learning to live in this colossal world, he stands a petite 3’10”, weighing a trifling 44 lbs. His hair, an unruly mop of dishwater blond, is tousled into a playful buzzcut, and his eyes mirror the vibrant blue of a Texan sky. Today he sports a red and white striped t-shirt, paired with ragged denim shorts, and blue velcro Superman sneakers; his feet seem to hum the theme tune with every stride. Walking home alone, for the very first time, there's a rich symphony playing in the rhythm of his steps. They echo innocence, courage, curiosity, and eagerness. Scattered all around are the seeds of the adventures he can't wait to share with his mom, Martha, a youthful 27 years old, birthday December 5, born in 1996. Standing 5'6" and 125 lbs, she's a solitary woman raising her son alone. Ethan's father, Brad, drifted away like smoke before he was born, too entangled with his legal battles born from drug addiction to offer Ethan a meaningful role in his life. He's 30 years old, born February 2, 1994, standing 6'2", and weighs 190 lbs. But, Martha, resilient and radiant, insists Ethan lacks nothing of essence. She has her sister, Aunt Jessie, constantly there to aid them. Jessie at 34, born in 1990 on July 15, towers at 5'9" and weighs 150 lbs. His Uncle Scott, though younger at 31, born on September 16, 1993, and measuring 6'1" and 175 lbs, hasn't been present either--overwhelmed with his own personal battles. Then there's Granny Vivian, a strong and active 67-year-old born on February 19, 1957, standing 5'3", and tipping the scales at 145 lbs, who often fills Ethan's days with the warmth of homemade cookies and weathered tales from another era. One night, Ethan, with his loyal stuffed bear, Teddy, and his scruffy dog, Scout, by his side, fell asleep excited about the stories he had to share with Martha and Granny Vivian. But Ethan jerks awake to an alien world. He's not in his comfy bed, embedded with dreams, and wearing unfamiliar clothes. He looks down, noticing he's dressed in a ultrashort denim skirt, a flowy magenta crop-top, and strappy sandals--an outfit he'd seen on some teenagers across the street, along with a petite tan leather purse adorned with silver studs hanging over his shoulder. Suddenly a gaggle of girls saunter toward him. "Hey, bitch," the tallest one says, her voice as sharp as broken glass, "Did Lily really elbow her way into that new bar despite her fake ID?" The inappropriate plan, unplanned by teenagers to set foot into places they shouldn't, bursts like cold water on Ethan. Lily, the oldest of them at 17 and white like Ethan, celebrated her birthday on June 20, born in 2006. She is 5'4" and weighs 120 lbs. She hails from the same city in Texas. Her friends, Emma, Nina, Olivia, and Mia, are 16 and share the same race as Lily. Emma was born on April 10, 2007, weighs 118 lbs, and is 5'2". Nina, born on May 22, 2007, stands 5'3" and weighs 115 lbs. Olivia, born on January 15, 2007, at 115 lbs, is 5'3", and Mia, born on March 31, 2007, stands 5'2" and weighs 117 lbs. Ethan looks down at the skimpy, revealing outfit he's wearing, then hesitantly glances into a nearby storefront mirror. His reflection watches back in frozen shock, longer hair than he's ever had cascading over his shoulders, his body more mature than before. He tries to scream for his mother, but out comes, "What the hell is going on?" His own curse words frighten him, covering his mouth in a mixture of fear and shock. Ethan stumbles toward a large reflective shop window. His reflection stares back, revealing a face caked with makeup aged beyond his years. But hidden underneath the mascara and lipstick, he feels a rush of a truth he doesn't want to comprehend. His body, his voice, his identity has transitioned and there's no going back.
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