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Question: Write me a story the way I type about a random 6 year old boy with a description of what state the boy is from, what he looks like, what he sounds like, what he's wearing and what he's doing when he goes to bed. Have him wake up the next day in a tent in the body of a homeless woman possibly of a different race in another state with the state named with a description of what the woman's name ends up being, her hairstyle, how old she is, have him be older than someone he's knows he's supposed to be younger than and include that person's age, a woman's outfit with a description on where the woman got the outfit from or where she found it and feminine wedge sandals with a description of what kind of wedges and where she got them from or where she found them, nail polish and what color, sunglasses and where she got them from, possibly a wedding ring, feminine accessories scattered around the tent and where she found them, and what she sounds like as the boy innocently has no idea what's going on feeling awkward in the new body and include a purse or backpack in the tent with a description on where the purse or backpack and tent came from or were found and what feminine things and old photos of the woman as a little girl, and photos of her kids if she had any and her boyfriend or husband and other family members of hers and other stuff that is inside the purse or backpack and snacks and drinks possibly adult beverages if any with descriptions of the food and drinks and where they are from. Have him try to say I'm scared but unwillingly speak in the voice of the woman using words she would use in her accent if she has one and have it be in quoted text. The swap is permanent and the boy is sad.
In the tranquil suburbs of Columbus, Ohio lived a six-year-old boy named Tommy. Tommy was a small, freckled boy with sparkling blue eyes and tousled brown hair. His voice hadn't matured enough to reach the rougher tones, and he still had the soft, high pitch characteristic of young children. Each night, he would don his favorite Spiderman pajamas, slip into his race-car bed, and listen to his mother read him a bedtime story before drifting off to sleep. One morning, Tommy woke up, but not in his race-car bed in Columbus, Ohio. He was in a tent, and in an unfamiliar body. He looked around, taking in the intimidating skyline of New York City. Looking down at himself, he discovered he was an adult woman, possibly of Latino descent. His newfound name was Maria, based on the name engraved on the silver locket he found among the piles of cast-off clothing and worn-out possessions. Maria looked about forty years of age, which was strange for Tommy since he knew he was supposed to be younger than his brother Joey, who was just twelve. Maria had curly, chestnut hair cascading down to her shoulders, a stark contrast to Tommy’s messy brown hair. She was dressed in a plain, floral print dress that seemed second-hand, likely scavenged from a Goodwill a few blocks down. On her feet, were feminine wedge sandals, with cork platform soles, worn but still chic, probably picked up at a yard sale. Maria wore a chipped, baby-pink nail polish. A pair of aviator sunglasses hung loosely around her neck, likely found at a discount store. A thin band of gold on her left hand signified a past or present wedded state, and several feminine accessories like beaded bracelets and a feathered earring were scattered around the tent, probably collected over time from various sources. Feeling a mix of confusion and fear, Tommy, in Maria's voice, managed to utter, "I'm petrified, mijo." The voice was distinctly feminine, with a strong Spanish accent that felt alien to his Ohioan English. Inside the tent was a weathered backpack, which looked like it was discarded by a college student, and now served as Maria's purse. It contained feminine utility items like a brush, mirror, and a tube of lipstick. There were also old, faded pictures of Maria as a little girl, a man who could have been her husband or boyfriend, and two kids. One could surmise they were her family. Snacks in the backpack included stale crackers, a half-eaten candy bar, and a bottle of water, along with an unopened can of cheap liquor. The food looked like it was hastily acquired, perhaps from a convenience store or a dumpster. Everything was completely foreign and uncomfortable to Tommy. The shoes didn't fit right, the dress was itchy, and her hair felt too heavy on his—her—shoulders. What should he—she do now? She couldn't help but feel a deep sadness in her heart. But it was her reality now; she was no longer Tommy, the six-year-old boy from Columbus, Ohio, but Maria, a homeless woman in New York City.
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