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Question: Story: Write me a story the way I type about 7 year old Bryan living with his 40 year old aunt Anna due to his mom and dad being in jail because shoplifting and drug addiction. Anna being his mom's older sister wasn't much better than his mom was in the fact she had an alcohol abuse problem. Being stuck in her addiction for over 19 years, it showed no signs of slowing down. Anna had her long brown hair messy and unkempt along with her dull hazel eyes often wearing puke-stained and alcohol-stained clothes and sticky and wet shoes as she slept on every surface of the house at some point. Anna still had a love for Bryan she couldn't completely ignore however. Tonight, Bryan was watching TV sitting on the floor as the couch was drenched in his aunt's sweat as well as some fresh wine stains. It was nearly midnight and Bryan felt his stomach growling reminding him he was hungry. Bryan attempted to grab a chair and cook his own dinner but he wasn't completely sure how to use the oven. Bryan reluctantly decided he would have to go upstairs and ask his aunt Anna to come down and help him. Walking upstairs, Bryan remembered where the wet spots were and avoided them as he reached the top. Bryan stood outside his aunt's bedroom door already hearing the sound of her snoring. He trembled as he knocked hoping to wake her up but no matter how hard he tried, she wouldn't respond. Opening the door, his nose was hit with strong nasty smells of all kinds causing him to almost puke in disgust. His eyes darted over to a half drank bottle of wine on his aunt's bedside table. Bryan stepped closer to his aunt's bed and started attempting to shake her awake but she wouldn't respond. Giving up, Bryan decided to go back downstairs and try and make his own dinner again. Not paying attention, he accidentally slipped his feet in a pair of black strappy leather platform sandals his aunt often wore. He scrunched his nose at the sight of his tiny feet in the sandals thinking about big and bulky and girly they looked. His feet also instantly got drenched in whatever wet liquid happened to be soaked into the platforms. Removing the sandals, Bryan attempted to leave. Please have Bryan say the quote "Ew, auntie's shoes are too girly and too sticky. Made my feet icky" Before he could leave, his feet slowly started growing and aging into Anna's complete with her pedicure. Grossed out, Bryan panicked trying to wake up his aunt shaking her even harder than before. Please have Bryan say the quote "Auntie! Wake up! I'm becoming a girl. I don't wanna be a girl!" crying as he couldn't stop the changes. The changes accelerated as his legs, arms, body and head slowly feminized as he gained the manicure on his fingers to match the pedicure and his hair turned brown and messy and unkempt and his eyes turned hazel and dull and his voice deepened to match his aunt Anna's. His outfit turning into a black bra and panties which were soaked in sweat and wine stains. Bryan took one step in his new body feeling awkward with his new feminine features when he suddenly noticed his aunt dissolving into a mist from her bed before disappearing completely. Making Bryan realize he was becoming his aunt's replacement. His memories started changing slowly. A small part of him hoped he would become a better person than Anna was. Suddenly, his memories started showing visions of him as Anna drinking heavily, puking and passing out in inappropriate places. His heart sinking with the realization that he was becoming the same alcoholic Anna was. His memories then completely altered until he only remembered himself as Anna. The new Anna was dizzy and confused as she looked around her bedroom before looking down at her bra and panties. She sat down on the floor sitting in a puddle of her sweat. As she looked down, she flashed back to the night the sweat puddle came from and shrugged it off as if it was no big deal. She crawled over to her bed grabbing her bottle of wine opening it up and chugging it down before finishing it. Anna couldn't hold it in as she puked all over her bed and all over herself before half attempting to brush the vomit off herself. She spotted her platform sandals on the floor in her room and grabbed them. They were still soaked and sticky from previous wine nights and puking sessions but Anna no longer cared as she slipped her feet into the massive platform sandals. Standing in front of the mirror, Anna did drunk poses having trouble balancing in the platforms. Please have Anna say the quote "Where did these shoes come from? Oh wait, they're mine. These are my platform sandals" in a drunken breathy tone. Anna stumbled down the stairs before laying down in the kitchen. She opened the fridge and pulled out some lunch meat and made herself a sandwich eating it in front of the fridge with the fridge door still open. Anna then struggled to hold onto the counter as she opened the cupboard door and grabbed an unopened bottle of wine. Popping the cork open, she chugged the wine until it was completely empty and fell on the ground dropping the wine bottle. Anna crawled out to the living room accidentally losing her platform sandals in the process. Anna crawled grabbing her platform sandals and managing to put them back on. Anna thought about her nephew Bryan before deciding to call him downstairs. Please have Anna say the quote "Bryan, can you bring me uh, you're.... ugh, on your own tonight for dinner" before passing out having no memory of being the very nephew she was calling and having no memory of wanting to be a better woman than the real Anna.
Once upon a time, 7 year-old Bryan found himself living with his 40-year-old aunt Anna. This was due to his parents winding up behind bars for shoplifting and drug addiction. Now, Aunt Anna, being the elder sister of Bryan's mother, was not exactly an ideal caregiver, as she was neck deep in her own struggles with alcohol addiction. Over 19 years of this abuse had left their mark on her, wearing her down both physically and mentally. Her once vibrant hazel eyes were now dull and lifeless, and her long brown hair, which she used to take pride in, was now a chaotic mess. Her clothes were dirty and stained with puke and alcohol, and her shoes were always sticky and damp to the touch, due to the numerous times she'd passed out drunk in them. Now, don't get me wrong. Anna did love Bryan but she was caught up in her own battles which often left Bryan to look after himself. One night, Bryan sat on the cold, hard floor watching TV. The sofa was out-of-bounds, owing to the mix of sweat and fresh wine stains Uncle Anna had graciously left behind. As midnight approached, Bryan's growling stomach made him aware of his hunger. He considered cooking his own meal but hesitated because he was unfamiliar with the workings of the oven. However, he couldn't ignore the rumbling in his stomach and decided to wake up Anna who was snoring away upstairs. Scaling the stairs, Bryan carefully remembered to avoid the wet spots. As he stopped in front of Anna's bedroom door, the sound of her snoring and the stench of alcohol and filth hit him like a brick. He pounded on her door, calling for her help, to no avail. With some trepidation, he ventured inside her room. The sight that awaited him turned his stomach. His aunt lay sprawled across her bed, her face barely visible amidst the mess of her hair. A half-emptied bottle of wine stood on the bedside table. Bryan gingerly walked over to the bed and tried shaking Anna awake, but his efforts were futile. Bryan was distressed and decided to head back downstairs, but not before noticing a pair of black strappy leather platform sandals which Anna often wore. Out of curiosity, he attempted to walk in them but immediately regretted his decision. "Ew, auntie's shoes are too girly and too sticky. Made my feet icky,” he exclaimed. Deciding to leave, Bryan slipped out of the shoes, but before he could comprehend what was happening, he could physically feel himself changing, from the INSIDE. "Auntie! Wake up! I'm becoming a girl. I don't wanna be a girl!" he cried out in panic. His cry was met with silence, as his body continued its terrifying transformation. Bryan could only watch in shock as he saw his hair transform into a long, unkempt mess. His eyes began to blur and change in color, from bright and energetic, to dull hazel. On his hands, he could see a set of freshly manicured nails materialize. Looking down, he saw he was dressed in a black bra and panties which were already spoilt by what seemed to be a mixture of sweat and wine stains. Just then, Anna dematerialized with a gasp, turning into a cloud of dust before disappearing completely. As his memories began changing slowly, he had a sinking feeling that he was meant to be Anna's replacement. A brief moment of hope fluttered in him, that he could surpass Anna, be a better person than she was. But this hope was crushed, when in a swirl of memories, he saw himself in Anna's position, drinking heavily, puking, and passing out. His heart sank deeper as his memories completely altered until he only remembered himself as Anna. Anna, the new one, felt dizzy and disoriented as she took stock of her surroundings. She sat down hard on the floor, grimacing as she landed in a puddle of her sweat. With a nonchalant shrug, she attempted to wipe away the sweat and reached for the bottle of wine by the bedside. After chugging it down, she didn’t manage to hold it in for long and subsequently puked all over herself. Stooping over, she picked up her platform sandals and slipped them on. Staring at her reflection, she brought out a shaky laugh, "Where did these shoes come from? Oh wait, they're mine. These are my platform sandals," she slurred, swaying on her feet. She rode down the staircase and sprawled out onto the kitchen floor. Pulling open the fridge door, she scarfed down some cold lunch meat and washed it down with another bottle of wine. She then stumbled back to the living room and, losing her sandals along the way, collapsed onto the floor. After a moment of struggle, she managed to get them back on. A brief thought about Bryan flashed in her mind. "Bryan, can you bring me uh, you're.... ugh, on your own tonight for dinner," she mumbled before passing out, no memory of the little boy who used to be her nephew remaining, never to remember wanting to be better than what she had turned into. Who was left was only a shell of a woman once named Anna.
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