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Question: Write me a long and thorough and detailed story the way I write about a random 6 year old boy with a description of the boy's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, what state he's from, hair color and style and eye color. His young mom's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. His young dad whose no longer in his life's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. His young aunt's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. His young uncle whose busy doing other stuff's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. His grandma's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. Have him be walking home alone for the first time when he gets home and the house is completely empty. Have him sit down on the couch and blink only to suddenly find himself sitting somewhere less nice. Have him look down to notice he's in a more mature body. Have him realize he's a woman wearing a revealing outfit barefoot with accessories and makeup and painted nails but covered in bruises, cuts and marks and have a part of her body be bruised revealing what it was not being her foot or ankle or leg with a description of the outfit. Reveal the woman's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color possibly being dyed and style and eye color and what state she's from and what she was doing just seconds ago and what she does for work. Have a male grab the boy's new female feet shoving a pair of skimpy flip flops on his feet with a description of the flip flops. Have the boy in the woman's body jerk and unwillingly complain about how uncomfortable the flip flops are and have it be in quoted text mentioning what she did for work and cussing. Reveal who the male is to the girl, his name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. Have the man tell the woman she don't get to pick what shoes she gets and to shut up and have it be in quoted text pulling her off the ground and shoving a purse on her shoulder and cussing at her. The swap is permanent and the boy is sad. Have the boy say he's gonna miss mommy so much and have it be in quoted text. Have the boy unwillingly adjust the outfit and flip flops in a feminine way before leaving and going and unhappily starting his new life. Have the boy stop and look at the flip flops on his new female feet being reminded of the injury he currently had. Have the boy unwillingly say how she really wished she had made better decisions when she was younger instead of making money with her body and have it be in quoted text mentioning her job by name.
Once upon a time, in the verdant corners of Asheville, North Carolina, there was a spirited six-year-old named Ethan. Ethan was born on February 15, 2014, making him an endearing Aquarian with a cherub-like charm. He stood 3'9", weighed about 50 pounds, and had a shock of wavy brunette hair that made his bright-green eyes sparkle even more. Ethan lived with his young mother, Amelia. Amelia was born on September 4, 1995, making her a Virgo at heart. Being 5'6" and weighing 130 pounds, she was a petite woman with raven-black hair styled in a low-maintenance bob. She had eyes as blue as the noon sky, captivating anyone who dared a look. Ethan's father, Brandon, had walked out on them when he was just a toddler. Born on May 2, 1994, he was a steadfast Taurus who stood 5'10" and weighed 175 pounds. His enamoring dark-brown hair was always in a disheveled state, complimenting his hazel eyes. Ethan's family also included his Aunt Sophie, born on July 7, 1993, a Cancer known for her nurturing tendencies. At 5'5" and 115 pounds, she had fiery red hair curled at the ends, and striking brown eyes. Ethan's Uncle Mike, his father's brother, was a busy man, often out on work. Born on October 8, 1992, a Libran, he stood 6'2", weighed 200 pounds, had black hair that was always slicked back, and unyielding gray eyes. Ethan's grandmother, Bonnie, given birth on April 8, 1955, an Aries, was the binding factor of the family. She was 5'4", weighed 155 pounds, had wispy white hair styled into a loose bun, and warm hazel eyes that exuded kindness. One day, Ethan had to return alone from school. As he stepped into the house, he noticed the unusual absence of Amelia's voice. The house was eerily silent, and as he seated himself on the couch, he blinked. Suddenly, the setting changed. He found himself in an unkempt room, seated on a rickety chair. Ethan looked down, only to find that he was not himself anymore. He was in the body of a matured woman. Her name was Ava, born on June 30, 1992, a Cancer. At 5'7", she weighed 135 pounds and had a head full of strawberry-blonde hair, presumably dyed. Her captivating ice-blue eyes seemed to hide a sea of sorrow. Ava had bolted from New Jersey just seconds ago, fleeing an abusive relationship. In the revealing outfit she wore - a fitted red halter top and tattered denim shorts, Ava shouldered the weight of her past choices. Bruises masked her skin, and streaks crisscrossed her dainty yet firm wrists, bearing signs of a struggle. The fresh marks and cuts on her painted toes colored the flip flops she wore. The flip flops, thrust upon her feet by a brutish man called Rick, were skimpy and reeked of cheap leather. Rick, a Leo born on August 15, 1989, towered over her at 6'3", weighed 210 pounds, with sandy hair and piercing grey eyes. "These shoes ain't made for comfort, Ava," Rick's gruff voice resounded as he said, "You don't get to pick, so just shut up," in an icy tone as he pulled Ava to her feet, slinging a worn-out purse over her slender shoulder. Struggling under the weight of the realization that this was his reality now, tear-filled green eyes looked out of Ava's body and whispered, "I'm gonna miss mommy so much." As he left the repulsive place, Ethan, now Ava, adjusted the outfit and flip flops uneasily with a feminine grace, aping a life unfamiliar to him. With each step, the injured foot protested its reality, sending shards of painful reminders of Ava's hurt. With a sigh, he murmured, "I wish she had made better decisions when she was younger, instead of selling herself to survive," his voice choked with regret.
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