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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 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 go to sleep and be sleeping peacefully. Have him wake up the next day on the side of the road in a much taller and older body. Have him notice he's only wearing a bikini top and bottom and flip flops as he notices his nails are now painted. Have him notice multiple tattoos on his arms, chest, legs and back with descriptions of the tattoos. Reveal the name of the woman whose body he ends up in and her age, birthday, scar or injury with explanation on where it came from and how long it's been where it is, birth year, race, height being under 5 feet, weight being 300 pounds, where she's from, who her family is, other things she happens to have on her at the moment, why she's sleeping outside and the numerous reasons and circumstances that led her out here and whatever else she owns. Have the swap be permanent and the boy be sad. Have the boy try to walk normally but unwillingly walk with a feminine sway quickly clip clopping in the flip flops and have the boy unwillingly do more feminine things with descriptions on what he's doing. Have him say oh no what am i gonna do without mommy before crying in his new female voice. Have him clip clop to a nearby mirror in a random location looking down at the ground having trouble processing that the body he sees below him is his new body. Have him slowly look up at the mirror seeing his new female eyes staring back at him as tears pile up in his new eyes as he notices the injury or scar before looking around seeing nobody and nothing he recognizes. Have him start wandering off in a random direction before stumbling across some money on the ground having enough for a snack and a drink now. Have the boy wander into a nearby store getting looked for his outfit as he grabs a candy bar and a soda and buys them before leaving the store including the name of the soda and the candy bar. Have him open his candy bar and soda eating and drinking as nighttime approached and it started getting darker outside. Have the boy start shaking from fear as he slowly fell asleep dreading the new life he now lived.
In the golden glow of a summer's day in 2024, a joyful little boy named Noah Walker strode playfully through the bustling neighborhood of O'Fallon, St. Charles County, in the heart of Missouri. Born on March 26th, 2018, Noah was a white American young boy, slightly tall for his age, standing at a strapping 4 feet, and weighing 45 lbs. His dazzling dirty blond hair would sway in the wind, cropped into a neat bowl cut that framed his adorably childish features, and was remarkably reminiscent of his mother's own hairstyle. His azure blue eyes sparkled with anticipation and excitement as he ran his tiny fingers across the neon green and yellow Stride Rite sneakers he wore. He was headed home after an adventurous day at school, the sound of his shoes padding the blacktop echoed in his ears like an affirmation of his growth - each step symbolic of his transition from the toddler phase to being a 'big boy' now. Noah Walker was the beloved son of Leah Walker, a beautiful young woman who had given birth to him in her early twenties. Leah, born on April 12, 1996, stood at a humble height of 5 feet 6 inches and weighed 135 lbs. She held a striking resemblance to her son, with the same azure eyes and blond hair. However, Noah's father, Alex, born on January 18, 1996, was not a part of his life. Alex, despite standing a good 6 feet tall, and weighing 180 lbs, had unfortunately succumbed to alcoholism shortly after Noah's birth, leaving Leah to fend for themselves. Noah, however, was closely guided and loved by his older aunt, Rebecca Walker, born February 2nd, 1986. She was a strong woman of 5 feet 8 inches, weighing 160 lbs. His Grandma, Gloria, born March 3, 1960, standing at 5 feet 4 inches and weighing 150 lbs, also imparted wisdom and warmth to his life, sharing captivating stories of her younger years. With dreams of sharing stories of his first solo adventure with his mom, grandma, and his beloved stuffed bunny, Pepper, Noah bounded towards his little home. His pet dog Jake wagged his tail at Noah's arrival before he drifted off to sleep, his dreams filled with a sense of achievement. However, the next morning, Noah woke up bewildered, drowsy and sprawled on the side of an unfamiliar road. His body tangibly foreign to him. His newfound height winded him, while his weight overburdened his typically agile nature. He was in a woman's body and judging by her tattoos - a skull engraved on her left forearm, a faded rose on her thigh, and a dragon sprawling across her back - he guessed he was arrayed in the shell of April, a pirate-radio host in her late 30s. Born on January 1, 1984, this was a woman who not only lived on the edge of society but also the edge of O'Fallon. April, of Cherokee Descent, was a minute yet robust woman. She stood under 5 feet tall but weighed a substantial 300 pounds. Her bodily injury - a long, painful scar stretching from her left shoulder to her lower back was courtesy of a riot that broke out in a protest rally she once attended, an event she commemorated through a tattoo inked above the scar, a quill breaking through shackles. Clad in only a bikini top and bottom, and flip flops, with his nails absurdly painted with sparkly pink polish, Noah felt lost and confused. Not knowing what led April here, but knowing she often roamed around to find good radio signals left him in a dismal state. Sadness crept into his tiny heart as he tried to walk his usual sprightly boy's gait, but his new body only allowed for a feminine sway that he once associated with his mom's friends. He accidentally flicked his hair with a pompous swish and winced at the feminine lilt that escaped his mouth as he moaned, "Oh no, what am I gonna do without mommy?" He got up, stumbled to a mirror in the junkyard nearby. It was the horrified gaze in the alien reflection that made him cry out in despair. Lost, alone, and with no recognition of his surroundings, Noah decided to stride off in search of some help. Serendipitously, he stumbled across some spare change, enough to buy a soda and a candy bar. At a nearby store, he purchased a Dr. Pepper and a Snickers bar and managed to lose himself in nibbling on his favored snack. As nighttime loomed and the bright skies slowly dimmed into an ominous dark, Noah felt a certain fear building in him. With no shelter, he begrudgingly found an old blanket in a corner of the junkyard and curled up. Sleep claimed him quickly, despite the fear. His dreams, animated by the unfathomable reality he now lived, pushed his hope to the brink. The swap was permanent, and Noah was stuck living a life he was yet to understand.
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