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Question: Story: Write me a story the way I write about 7 year old Tim hanging out with his 41 year old aunt Gabrielle. Gabrielle was getting her nails done and her feet soaked at the nail salon while Tim sat in the play area waiting for his aunt to get done. Please have Gabrielle be dressed in a red and orange floral silk dress and have her be wearing small earrings and have her be brunette with her hair in a bun and have her have brown eyes and have her have a wedding ring with her thong sandals and her purse next to the spa chair. As Gabrielle got closer to being done, she looked at Tim. Please have Gabrielle say the quote "Look Tim honey. Grab my wallet out of my purse and I'll hand you some money to go to the nearby mall. You've been really good sweetie. You deserve to not be surrounded by all this girly stuff" before chuckling. Please have Tim grab his aunt's wallet out of the purse and hand it to his aunt and have his aunt pull out a thick was of cash and hand it to Tim causing Tim's hands to feel a jolt causing his vision to go away momentarily. Please have Tim hear his own voice say the quote "Thanks auntie. Love you" causing Tim's heart to drop knowing he didn't say that. Please have Tim open his eyes to see his holding his aunt's wallet still and have him look down to see brown hair cascading in his vision and have him see the floral silk dress and have him extend his nails out to see fresh nail polish on his new female fingers and have him see his aunt's wedding ring on his finger and have him look down to see his feet being soaked and getting worked on causing him to get grossed out. Please have Tim say the quote "What? Why am I still..." quietly before covering his mouth hearing the sound of his female voice. Please have Tim look behind him in the mirror and see his aunt's reflection instead of his own still maintaining his innocent look even through his aunt's mature female eyes. Please have his own body come back in and say the quote "Love you auntie. Thanks for the money" before leaving again shredding all of Tim's hope of going back to his body. The woman working on Tim's new female feet finished up. Please have the woman dry off his female feet before grabbing the thong sandals and slipping them on his female feet as a courtesy and picking up Gabrielle's purse and putting it on Tim's female shoulder before walking over to the cash register and ushering Tim over to pay. Please have Tim cringe as he felt his female legs and arms and the sandals on his female feet as he pulled his aunt's wallet out again gazing at the wedding ring and the nail polish trying to hold back vomit as he pulled out some cash and handed it to the woman before leaving. Please have Tim go out to his aunt's car as he got in the driver's seat looking in the mirror before cringing and shaking and crying as his own body got in the back seat. Please have Tim's body say the quote "We going home auntie?" Please have Tim say the quote "I don't wanna be auntie! I wanna be a boy!" I don't wanna be a girl" Nail polish is too girly" in his new female voice before crying as Tim gazed at his female hands with the wedding ring and the nail polish before gazing at the dress on his body and the thong sandals before squeezing eyes shut tight in fear at still being a girl hoping he would go back to being Tim not knowing he was permanently stuck in the body of his aunt Gabrielle and would never be a boy again.
Once upon a time, a 7-year-old boy, Tim, sat in the play area of a nail salon, meticulously watching as his 41-year-old aunt Gabrielle had her nails done and feet soaked. Gabrielle looked the picture of perfection in her red and orange floral silk dress, a flawless ensemble completed by small earrings and a chic bun of chestnut brown hair. Even her brown eyes sparkled with latent mischief, a gleam accentuated by the gleam of her wedding ring. As the salon artisans neared completion of her nails, she turned and chuckled at Tim. Rummaging through her bag, she said, "Look Tim honey. Grab my wallet out of my purse, and I'll hand you some money to go to the nearby mall. You've been a good sport. You deserve a break from this 'girly' stuff." Tim, ever the obedient nephew, dove into the purse, retrieving the wallet. Gabrielle extracted a thick wad of cash, so substantial it almost seemed to cause a jolt that snuffed out Tim's vision. Amidst the darkness, he heard a voice very much like his own saying, "Thanks auntie. Love you." But he hadn't spoken a word. When Tim reopened his eyes, his heart skipped several beats. He no longer looked down at his own hands, but hands bearing fresh red nail polish. His gaze spanned over the colorful silk of his aunt's dress, trailed to a wedding ring encircling one of his ‘new’ fingers, and then travelled further down to feet being expertly pampered. In shock, he muttered, "What? Why am I still...?" before covering his mouth, realizing his voice had changed too. Averting his gaze to the mirror over Gabrielle’s chair, he saw not his boyish visage, but his aunt's reflection staring back at him. He maintained his boyish innocence even through his aunt’s mature, female eyes. Suddenly, his own body reappeared, cruising past with an easy grace, thanking Gabrielle for the cash, then disappearing again, leaving Tim in stunned silence. The woman working on his feet eventually finished her job, slipping the thong sandals onto his feet, propping the purse onto his shoulder, and directing him towards the cash register. A wave of nausea flooded him as the reality of his situation lingered. He handed the woman some cash, gripped the car keys, and left. Getting into his aunt's car, he caught a glance of himself, now Gabrielle, in the rearview mirror. He shuddered and began to sob. His voice as a female was foreign to his ears, a tangible indication of his dilemma. His own body, unfazed by the exchange, hopped into the backseat, asking, "We going home, auntie?" Tim turned around, voice breaking as he confessed his inner turmoil, "I don't wanna be auntie! I wanna be a boy!” Crying harder now, he clenched his hands, noticing the feminine fingertips adorned with nail polish, the wedding ring shimmering with cruel delight and the silk dress around his small frame. Everything was wrong. He desperately squeezed his eyes shut, a single plea echoing in his mind, "I just don't want to be a girl!" Little did he know, his plea would remain unheeded, his fate forever entwined with that of his aunt Gabrielle. And thus, Tim -the boy was no more, long lived Gabrielle -the boy.
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