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Question: Story: Write me a story about 6 year old Tyler sleeping at night when he's awoken by loud noises downstairs. Assuming it's his parents, he heads to the stairs. That's when he notices 2 hooded figures wearing dark clothing and immediately runs as quietly as he can away from the staircase. His heart pounding fast, he walks into his parent's room finding them both sound asleep. His heartbeat speeding up even more. He tries to wake up his 42 year old dad Bruce but he just rolls over and continues snoring away. He turns his attention to his 42 year old mom Amanda who is wearing her pink nightdress. As he walks around to his mom's side of the bed, he tries waking her up but she is also very deep in her sleep. Crawling onto their bed, Tyler tries moving the bed as much as he can to wake them up but he just can't wake either of his parents up. Crawling off their bed, Tyler accidentally slips his feet into his mom's pink open toed slippers. He goes to remove them and tosses them back where they were before when he immediately notices his feet are growing and aging into Amanda's complete with her French pedicure. Freaking out at this, he tries to alert his parents yelling mommy daddy help me when the changes accelerate on him as his arms and legs feminize. His torso follows as well as he grows to Amanda's average female height. His face contorts into Amanda's as his hair grows neck length and brown and curly. His eyes turn brown and alluring and his voice turns into Amanda's. He looks over to where his mom is sleeping and walks over trying to wake her up again when suddenly, he notices his sleeping mom is slowly disappearing until the spot where his mom was sleeping is now empty leaving only his dad in the bed. His heartbeat sped up yet again as he realized his real mom no longer existsled and he was replacing her. Quietly sneaking over to where his room was, he opens the door to find it's no longer a bedroom but what looks like a home office meaning his life as the 6 year old named Tyler was gone. Slowly walking back to his parent's room, Tyler watches as his mom's pink nightdress forms on him along with her pink robe on top of it. Slowly, his memories change and mature until he only remembers himself being Amanda. The new Amanda blinks a few times rubbing her eyes and yawning. She walks over to her open toed slippers and slips them on and then looks at her sleeping husband in their bed smiling briefly giving him a kiss on the lips while he sleeps before calmly walking out to the upstairs hallway. Amanda thinks about making herself and her husband a late night snack in their kitchen. As she starts calmly heading to the staircase, she suddenly hears commotion downstairs and quietly walks over to her stairway and briefly spots 2 men dressed in dark clothing ransacking her living room and going through her things. Having no memory of being a 6 year old named Tyler, immense fear consumes Amanda as she quickly goes back to her room walking over to her sleeping husband. The new Amanda said the quote "Honey, wake up! There's someone in the house. We need to call the police! Oh God! What do we do?" as quietly as she could talk. As Bruce wakes up, he immediately ushers the new Amanda to a nearby closet while he locks their bedroom door and calls the police. The new Amanda sits nervously inside the closet feeling the fear of those men hurting her or her husband a lot more heavily than she normally would. She adjusted her robe trying to calm herself down wondering why she was so nervous not knowing it was cause she still had the lingering innocence of a 6 year old named Tyler.
The night had been calm so far with Tyler tucked tightly beneath his Star Wars themed duvet. The serenity was broken by a loud sound echoing from downstairs. Fuzzy eyed and disoriented, the six-year-old rose from his bed, expecting to find his parents up and about. Padding down the hallway, Tyler stopped abruptly at the top of the stairs. His wide eyes were barely able to make out the two figures in the dim light. The once familiar setting was now turned sinister. Their hooded figures marked them foreign and threatening. Overwhelmed, Tyler did the only thing his six-year-old self could think of - run and alert his parents. He made his way to their room, his pulse quickening with every corner he turned. Entering his parents' room, Tyler found Bruce and Amanda, caught up in the arms of Morpheus. Bruce was snoring softly, unfettered by his son's attempts to wake him. Desperate, Tyler turned his attention to Amanda, enveloped in her pink nightgown like a doll in its case. She was equally unresponsive, fast asleep, her chest rising and falling steadily. Even his attempts to shake the bed were futile. Tyler's bare feet stepping into the open-toed slippers left beside the bed broke the grim silence. The six-year-old recoiled but stopped short at the sight - his petite toes blossoming into the dainty, pedicured ones of Amanda. His body began to mimic Amanda's. His arms and legs slenderised, his torso gaining a feminine curve. His face moulded itself into Amanda's, his blue eyes substituted with a rich brown colour. His hair grew and curled itself around his neck. The changes solidified as Tyler could only watch helplessly. A chilling reality set in as he noticed Amanda's sleeping form steadily fading until there was nothing left. His six-year-old heart pounded fiercely as he took his place in her stead. His safe haven, his room, was now an office. His childhood was erased, replaced by the reality of adulthood. His memories mocked him until the last shred of 'Tyler' was buried, replaced with Amanda's. The pink nightdress formed around his lithe form, complemented by a robe. Memories flooded his mind, eroding the remnants of Tyler until all that was left was Amanda. Blinking, yawning, she paused to admire sleeping Bruce. In the quiet that followed, Amanda moved to the downstairs kitchen. The sudden noises from downstairs jolted Amanda. Her heart pounded against her chest as fear of the unknown consumed her. Spotting the hooded figures was enough for Amanda to head back to her room, her breaths coming out unevenly as she whispered to Bruce, “Honey, wake up! There's someone in the house. We need to call the police! Oh God! What do we do?" As the truth of the night ensued, the hidden innocence of six-year-old Tyler burned beneath the terrified veneer of this new Amanda, daunting her with the reality of the adult world she now had to face.
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