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Question: Story: Write me a story about 7 year old Patrick at CVS alone for the first time with some money his 27 year old mom gave him. Buying what he wanted from the store, he left and was immediately stopped by 33 year old Angie aka Angelica. She was a homeless woman who always wore the most feminine clothes and most feminine jewelry. Today she happened to be wearing a short sundress, leather wedges with a large brown purse on her shoulder. She was also wearing a feminine necklace and some women's clip-on earrings. Angie bent down to Patrick's height and asked in her gentlest voice if he had just enough money for one more candy bar. Patrick feeling bad he didn't have any money said he didn't frowning and looking down. Angie called him a sweetie pie and embraced him in a hug. As Patrick hugged her, he felt dizzy. Opening his eyes and noticing he was taller, he looked down and saw he was wearing a sundress, leather wedges, a feminine necklace with a brown purse on his shoulder and women's clip-on earrings in his ears. Going through the purse with his new female hands, he saw unfamiliar things like more feminine jewelry, nail polish, makeup, lipstick, tampons, pads, and an ID with a DOB of February 15, 1990. His heartbeat increasing at the idea of being older than his mom. He said the quote "Too girly. I'm not a girl" removing the necklace, and earrings, and wedges from his feet and taking the purse off his shoulder and setting it all down. Seeing the women's reflection in the mirror instead of his own made him more determined to find his own body. As he spotted his body in the distance assuming the woman was inside it, he walked over. As he walked, he looked down at his new feet, he cringed at how much they looked like mom's feet seeing how female they were. Walking up to his own body, he pointed at himself and pointed back at his own body saying I'm supposed to be that small, not this big. Angie said she wanted to switch bodies and that there was no mistake and that she was not switching back and to enjoy life as a lonely homeless woman snapping her fingers. Patrick tried to resist but felt his 7 year old memories altering and maturing until he only remembered being 33 year old Angie. The new Angie no longer remembering being Patrick was frustrated at why she couldn't remember what she was doing. Noticing she was barefoot and a lot of her stuff was doing, the new Angie said the quote "Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! Why am I barefoot? What happened to my wedges and my purse? Sometimes being a homeless woman really freaking sucks" The new Angie looked around the parking lot for her things eventually spotting her wedges and her purse in the distance. Running over to them, she excitedly put her wedges back on her feet and grabbed her purse throwing it over her shoulder. She then pulled her necklace out of her purse and placed it back around her neck and grabbed her clip-on earrings out of her purse placing them back in her ears. Angie feeling a cramp come on immediately grabbed a tampon out of her purse and strutted towards the nearest bathroom extremely grateful she had found all of her stuff intact. The real Angie in Patrick's body watched from afar happy to be younger and to no longer be homeless. Patrick however was gonna spend the rest of his life only remembering being a homeless woman named Angie.
Once upon a time in a small town, a young lad named Patrick, all of seven years old, stepped into the neighborhood CVS for the very first time on his own. Grasping tightly to a few crumpled bills his 27-year-old mom had given him, he felt a sense of urgency and excitement that was all too new for him. After what felt like hours of contemplation, he finally made his choice and headed to check out. As he exited the store, his path immediately crossed with 33-year-old Angelica, better known to the locals as Angie. Despite being homeless, Angie maintained a diverse collection of the most feminine clothes, jewelry, and accessories, making her stand out. Today, she was wearing a bright sundress that complimented her hearty brown leather wedges. A large brown purse, feminine necklace, and clip-on earrings accentuated her charming attire. Addressing Patrick with a gentle voice, she asked if he could spare enough money for just one candy bar. With a crestfallen expression, Patrick admitted he had no money left and felt a lump in his throat as he looked down. Angie, with a comforting smile, called him a sweetie pie and hugged him warmly. But as they embraced, something strange happened to Patrick. Feeling dizzy, he opened his eyes and realized that he was taller, with a sudden change in his perspective that frightened him. Looking down in confusion, he saw that he was wearing the flamboyant sundress, wedges, and jewelry just like Angie, and a large brown purse was now hanging from his shoulder. With a racing heart, Patrick began to panic as he dug into the purse, finding things he could never imagine himself carrying - feminine jewelry, makeup, feminine sanitary products, and an ID with a DOB that was older than his mom's. "Too girly. I'm not a girl," He mutters fumbling, hurriedly removing the new attire. Catching his reflection in the store window, Patrick saw a different face staring back at him - it wasn't his, but Angie's. A sudden resolution surged within him - he had to find his own body. Scanning the area, he spotted his own small figure in the distance, Angie seemed to have taken residence in it. He approached his body, pointing between it and his new form, trying to make sense of the impossible situation. Angie, or rather Patrick, affirmed that she wanted to exchange their bodies and refused to switch back. After a snap of her fingers, the memories of a seven-year-old boy started to transform into those of a hardened, homeless woman. Newly transformed Angie was gripped with confusion as she tried to recollect her past, a past now wiped clean from her memory. As she noticed her belongings scattered on the ground, she lamented, "Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! Why am I barefoot? What happened to my wedges and my purse?" Squinting into the distance, she noticed her wedges and purse. She sprinted towards them with all her might, gladly slipping on her wedges, slinging the purse over her shoulder, and fully dressing herself in the remaining pieces. Feeling a sudden cramp in her delicate abdomen, she found a tampon in her purse and made her way to the nearest restroom. Meanwhile, the real Angie, now living as seven-year-old Patrick watched from afar, relieved to be living carefree and being rid of homelessness. Little did Patrick know, he was destined to live out his days remembering not his short childhood, but a life of survival as Angie.
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