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Question: Story: Write me a story the way I write about 9 year old Lucy at her 11 year old friend Rich's house. She had a crush on Rich and was hoping to ask him out. Please have Lucy be blonde, green eyed wearing a tank top, shorts, and sneakers as she calmly entered her friend's house planning to ask him out. Beside Rich, Rich's 46 year old mom Jacquelyn was in the house while her 43 year old husband Jim was at work. Please have Jacquelyn have black and curly shoulder length hair, brown eyes wearing a sweater and small jacket over it, holey jeans, and platform sandals with her nails painted blue and earrings, a necklace, a bracelet, a wrist watch and a wedding ring on her finger. Please have Lucy be preparing to write a note to Rich and give a promise ring to Rich when Jacquelyn spots the note and the ring and snatches them both putting the promise ring and her wedding ring on the kitchen counter. Please have Lucy say the quote "I like Rich! He's so cute!" Please have Jacquelyn say the quote "Not today honey. He's too good for you!" laughing as she left the room. Lucy was determined to get her note for Rich to make sure he knew she loved him. Sneaking into Jacquelyn's room, she was repulsed by the motherly appearance of everything Jacquelyn owned. Spotting her note, she carefully climbed the shelves. Please have Lucy grab her note and pen before losing balance on the shelves and falling knocking Jacquelyn's purse over her shoulder and landing perfectly in Jacquelyn's platform sandals. Please have Lucy waddle out to the living room kicking off the sandals and throwing off the purse when suddenly her clothes evaporated. Please have Lucy's feet started cracking and aging into Jacquelyn's complete with her blue nail polish freaking Lucy out. Please have her legs, arms and torso change into Jacquelyn's as she gained her boobs and her face slowly contorted into Jacquelyn's till she looked exactly like her. Please have a small jacket, sweater, bra, panties, mom holey jeans, as well as a watch, necklace, earrings, and a bracelet form on Lucy's body as her voice matured into Jacquelyn's pitch. Please have Lucy say the quote "Not fair! Not fair! I don't wanna do this_____ I do not deserve to become the mother of my son, I mean my boyfriend. No! This isn't fair! I didn't do anything!_____ I'm a 46 year old woman leave me alone!" Lucy freaked at her new voice as she started taking on Jacquelyn's mature tone and referring to Rich as her son. Please have Lucy desperately run to the kitchen to grab the note and look at both the promise ring and the wedding ring on the counter as her mind kept altering and changing. Please have her start thinking of Rich as nothing more than her son as she no longer felt an attraction to him but a maternal bond to him. Please have her start thinking of Jim as her husband to as she remembers the 24 years they've been married. Please have her start thinking of herself as Jacquelyn, the 46 year old mom and have her start thinking of Rich as nothing more than a handsome young man. Please have her start thinking of this as her body and her home and the wedding ring on the counter as her own cementing the change as she forgets ever being Lucy and only remembers herself as Jacquelyn. The new Jacquelyn looks around the room. Please have the agitation in her face leave instantly as she smiles and looks down at the counter picking up her wedding ring and putting it back on her ring finger where it belonged sticking her hand hand out and admiring it. Please have Jacquelyn say the quote "Wow! What a strange dream I had! Get it together Jacquelyn. You're a grown woman for Christ's sake you need to start behaving more appropriately and start acting like one. Now what was I doing again? Why can't I remember? Wonder where my son Rich is right now? I hope Jim isn't working too hard. My poor sweet sweet husband" Please have Jacquelyn spot her purse and platform sandals in the living room. Please have Jacquelyn sit on the couch and grab her purse throwing it over her shoulder and grab her platform sandals looking at them. Please have Jacquelyn slowly slip them on her feet as she kicked her feet up now wearing the platform sandals on the coffee table as she thought about her son once again wondering why she had so many holes in her memory having no memory of being 9 year old Lucy.
Once upon a time, a 9-year-old blonde-haired, green-eyed girl named Lucy visited her 11-year-old friend Rich's house. She was dressed in a tank top, shorts, and sneakers. Lucy harbored a secret crush on Rich and had decided to convey her feelings that day. His 46-year-old mom Jacquelyn was also present in the house. Jacquelyn was a striking woman, with shoulder-length black curly hair, brown eyes, and a charming demeanor. She wore a sweater and a small jacket, along with her holey jeans and platform sandals. Her nails were painted blue and she had earrings, a necklace, a bracelet, an elegant wrist watch, and, of course, her wedding ring proudly displayed. Lucy prepared a note, pouring her feelings into it and accompanied it with a promise ring. However, before she could pass it to Rich, Jacquelyn spotted the note and ring. Her eyes twinkling mischievously, she snatched them and placed the promise ring along with her wedding ring on the kitchen counter. "I like Rich! He's so cute!" Lucy had squealed, to which Jacquelyn replied, "Not today honey. He's too good for you!" She laughed as she left the room. Undeterred, Lucy made a daring plan. She sneaked into Jacquelyn's room, repulsed by the motherly appearance of everything Jacquelyn owned. She found her note and, after a bit of climbing, snatched it back. However, her victory was short-lived as she lost her balance and ended up tumbling off the shelves, knocking Jacquelyn's purse over her shoulder and landing in Jacquelyn's platform sandals. Lucy waddled out to the living room, kicked off the sandals, and jettisoned the purse when suddenly, life took an unusual turn. Her clothes vanished away as if evaporating into thin air. Her feet started to crack and age, turning into Jacquelyn's, complete with the blue nail polish. Lucy was alarmed as she watched her legs, arms, and torso change into Jacquelyn's. She began to fill out the curves of a woman in her mid-forties, her face slowly molding into Jacquelyn's. Clothes appeared to replace those that had vanished; a sweater, small jacket, bra, mom jeans, a wrist watch, necklace, earrings, and a bracelet wrapped themselves around her. Her voice changed, maturing into Jacquelyn's pitch. "Not fair! Not fair! I don't wanna do this... I do not deserve to become the mother of my son, I mean my boyfriend. No! This isn't fair! I didn't do anything!... I'm a 46-year-old woman, leave me alone!" She said. Overcome with confusion, Lucy rushed to the kitchen and looked at the promise ring, the wedding ring, and her note. Her mind blurred as it started filling with maternal instincts toward Rich. She felt an uncharacteristic bond with Jim, her 'husband', and memories of their 24 years of marriage. She began to see this house as her home, and the woman reflected in the mirror, her. Overwhelming waves of motherly instincts washed over her as she forgot ever being Lucy and only remembered herself as Jacquelyn. The agitation that had been there before quickly dissipated as she picked up the wedding ring from the counter and slid it onto the appropriate finger. "Wow! What a strange dream I had! Get it together, Jacquelyn. You're a grown woman for Christ's sake. You need to start behaving more appropriately and start acting like one. Now, what was I doing again? Why can't I remember? Wonder where my son Rich is right now? I hope Jim isn't working too hard. My poor sweet sweet husband." Jacquelyn mused. Spotting her purse and platform sandals in the living room, she made her way back there. Settling herself on the couch, she slung the purse over her shoulder and looked at the sandals. She slipped them onto her feet, kicked her feet up onto the coffee table, and resumed her thought process. All the while, as she wondered about the bits of memory that seemed forever lost to her, the thought of ever being Lucy didn't once cross her mind. The transformation, it seemed, was complete.
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