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Question: Story: The year is 2024. Write me a story the way I write about a random 6 year old boy with a description of the boy's name, where he's from in the US, birthday, 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 25 year old mom. Have him blink and suddenly be taller and in a different state as he looks down seeing a skimpy revealing outfit with a description of the skimpy outfit and revealing sandals with a description of what they look like and have the outfit be too short for the cold weather. Describe the woman who's body the 6 year old ends up in including her name, age, race, height, weight, hair color, hairstyle, eye color and what she's wearing accessories and jewelry and nail polish included and what she sounds like and if she's with somebody and have the person address the woman in fear wondering what is wrong with her and describe who the person is to the woman. Have the 6 year old boy spot his new reflection in the mirror as he stumbles over to the mirror blinking innocently even with his new more mature eyes and point at his reflection with his new mature fingers shaking from the cold weather as well as the fear he now had from being a woman. Have the little boy say mommy i'm scared and ew gross i'm a girl and ew gross these are girly clothes and shoes like mommy wears in the grown woman's voice and tone and have it be in quoted text and have the words be spelled differently due to the woman's accent. Have the little boy start crying as he wonders how he's gonna get home and if he'll ever see mommy again.
Ethan, a lovable six-year-old boy was born on October 3rd, 2018 in small town Norman, Oklahoma. Ethan stood at 3'8" and weighed 45 pounds of boundless energy. His hair, the color of the ripest autumn wheat, was tousled into a playful buzz cut that mirrored his boyish charm. His striking blue eyes twinkled with innocence and adventure. Filling out his outfit were size 13, red-laced sneakers; his steps were light and bouncy, somewhat rhythmically naïve, echoing the first melody of independence. Then, he blinked. As if caught in a whirlwind, everything altered dramatically. Ethan had become Danielle, 27 and a model by profession, originally from the bustling city of New York, New York. Unfamiliarly tall at 5'7" and uncomfortable at 125 pounds, Danielle was a striking African American woman with curvaceous hips. Her dark chocolate hair curled devilishly around her shoulders, contrasting her deep green eyes - eyes that reflected confusion and terror. Danielle was dressed scantily in a neon pink mini dress that barely grazed her thighs, a wardrobe malfunction in the chilling winter winds of Chicago. Her sandals, open-toed with stiletto heels, showcased her painted to perfection silver nails. Her wrists and fingers were garnished with a plethora of gold jewelry, reaching the zenith in her oversized hoop earrings, jangling with every shiver from the icy breeze. "Dan? You alright?" A voice echoed in the empty sidewalk, a man in his late twenties, the worried expression evident on his face. John, Danielle's fiancé, had no idea about the bizarre body swap that had taken place. The look of fear radiating from his fiancée was completely foreign to him. Danielle, still Ethan at heart, stumbled towards a storefront display, glasses reflecting her new reflection. She blinked, her matured eyes widened in disbelief and trepidation. Her new, elegant fingers shakily pointing at her reflection. The confusion in the atmosphere was palpable. "Ethan,... Mi-Mommy I iz skaired." The words left her lips in a strange manner, the pitch higher and the twang distinctly New Yorker. "Ew, grosz, Ima girrrrl. Ew, grosz, deese iz girrrly clothz and shoos jus lik Mommy wearz," she mumbled incomprehensibly. A torrent of fear washed over Ethan. Tears began to well up in Danielle's eyes, the new face softening with the emotions of the child trapped inside. He began crying, the tears a garbled concoction of fear, longing, and disorientation. He wondered if he’d ever see home again and feel the warmth of his mother's hug. The only constant in this swirling tumult of emotion was the gnawing question, would he ever be Ethan again?
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