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Question: Write me a story the way I type about a random 6 year old girl with a description of what state the girl is in, what she looks like, what she sounds like, what she's wearing and what she's doing when she goes to bed. Have her wake up the next day in a sleeping bag in the body of a homeless woman in New York with a description of what the woman's name ends up being, her hairstyle, have the little girl now be older than someone she's knows she's supposed to be younger than and include that person's age, a woman's outfit with a description of what outfit or where she found it and feminine shoes with a description on the type of shoes and where she found them, sunglasses and where she got them from, feminine accessories scattered around the tent and where she found them, and what she sounds like as the girl 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 daughters and her boyfriend or husband and other family members of hers and other stuff that is inside the purse or backpack and snacks possibly adult substances and drinks possibly adult beverages if any with descriptions of the food and drinks and where they are from. Please have the girl say the quote "I miss big brother so much!" in the woman's voice. The swap is permanent and the girl is sad and missing her family that is probably still in her home state not even aware she is gone.
Once upon a time, in the sunny state of Florida lived an adorable, six year-old girl named Lily. She had chestnut brown hair that cascaded down to her shoulders in soft waves. Her eyes were as blue as the ocean and her skin a delicate peach. Her small, chirpy voice was melodious, resembling the sweet call of a morning sparrow. Each night, she would pull on her favorite pink, fluffy unicorn pajamas and recite her bedtime prayer before snuggling into her big comfy bed for a restful sleep. One day, Lily woke up in a hustle and bustle city far from her sunny Florida. She was in a ragged sleeping bag, in a body that she didn't recognize. Looking at her reflection in a rusted mirror, she saw a middle-aged woman staring back at her. Her name was Brenda. Brenda lived on the cold pavements of New York City. Her once brunette hair, now streaked with grey, was pulled back into a messy bun. Lily, now in Brenda's body, was older than her big brother Jack who was 24. Her outfit was far from her usual bedtime unicorn pajamas. She was wearing a worn-out, faded autumn jacket she found draped over an abandoned shopping cart and a pair of ragged jeans she discovered in a dumpster near her makeshift tent. Her shoes were duct-taped feminine flats with worn out soles, picked up from a 'free' box outside a thrift store. Cheap velvet choker necklaces, ear cuffs and bracelets from the '5 items for a dollar' rack at a thrift store were scattered around the tent. Her petite childish voice was replaced by a brittle, weary one. Unfamiliar with this new body, Lily felt utterly awkward and bewildered. Inside her tent was a faded leather backpack, possibly discarded, that now held her entire world. The backpack was a trove of Brenda’s life. It held old, faded photos of Brenda as a little girl, pictures of her daughters, a picture of a man who must've been her boyfriend or husband, and other family pictures too. These pictures felt like a dream to Lily, a dream that wasn't hers. Among the odd bits and bobs, there were cans of soup and all sorts of snacks -- peanut butter crackers, an unopened bag of chips, and cheap chocolates. A packet of cigarettes lay in the corner, next to a bottle of cheap whisky probably picked up from a discarded pile behind a liquor store. Heart throbbing in her chest, Lily grasped Brenda’s voice and said in a shaky whisper, "I miss big brother so much!" Her heart ached for her family, probably still in Florida, oblivious of her predicament. Lily was officially lost in a world she never made, in a body that wasn't hers, in a city that was far too big. All she had was Brenda's past in her backpack and a city that didn't sleep.
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