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Question: Story: Write me a story about 5 year old Jace staying at his friend Cam's house. Cam and Jace had never had a sleepover before. Cam's 35 year old mom Sandra was not the best. She often drank a lot of alcohol passing out on the couch and in her bedroom. She was a single mom who had been since Cam was born. Cam often wished his mom was a little bit more like the other moms of his friends at school. Sandra's long curly brown hair and brown eyes looked friendly enough. She often wore very short dresses, lots of jewelry, short shorts and heels, platforms or wedges and sometimes flip flops. While playing downstairs, Cam felt himself getting hungry. His mom would sometimes make some type of dinner for him but tonight she hadn't come downstairs yet. Getting hungrier, Cam begged Jace to go upstairs and ask Cam's mom to come down and make dinner. Jace was never the most excited to do things like this but obliged his friend. As Jace approached the bedroom, he opened the door. He was immediately hit with the loud sound of Sandra snoring and the strong smell of alcohol in the room. Grossed out at the state of the messy room, Jace nervously got closer to Sandra in her bed until he gently shook her to try to wake her up. Feeling pointless, Jace decided to leave the room. As he walked, his tiny feet accidentally slipped into a pair of black platform sandals belonging to Sandra. Before he had a chance to remove them, his tiny feet immediately cracked and aged into a perfect fit for the sandals. Looking down at his new feet, he freaked as he recognized they looked like his friend's mom's feet now. He tried to remove the platform sandals but they wouldn't budge. Shortly, the changes accelerated. His hair grew long brown and curly. His eyes turned brown and alluring. His arms, legs and body feminized as he gained his friend's mom's body. His teeth turned crooked and yellow from the alcohol. His gained a smell of alcohol and a stench of sweat. His voice turned into Sandra's voice. His outfit turned into a simple black bra and panties. Suddenly, the real Sandra evaporated into mist and disappeared. This terrified Jace as he realized he was becoming the new Sandra. He only hoped that he would be a better mom than the real Sandra. Suddenly, his memories started altering. He started seeing visions of himself drinking, sleeping and puking. His heart started pounding from fear as he realized he was becoming the same horrible Sandra. Eventually, his memories were completely altered, changed and worsened until he only remembered being Sandra. The new Sandra noticed she was standing in the middle of her room and looked around. Looking down at her outfit, she rubbed her eyes and felt a throbbing headache come on as she rubbed her head with her hands. Sandra stumbled over the garbage in her room and tripped. She then puked all over her room before eventually shrugging it off and ignoring it. She looked at her reflection in her dirty mirror and put her hands on her hips before losing her balance and barely grabbing the wall for support looking down at her platform sandals on her feet and stomping angrily. Sandra said "Why am I awake? I need sleep. Do I really have to cook a stupid dinner?" Sandra then grabbed an unopened beer and started drinking it. She then tossed the empty can on the ground in her room. After moaning and groaning at her reflection in her mirror, Sandra struggled to stay balanced. She gripped the rail on the stairs tightly as she carefully made her way down stairs. Sandra then told her son he could figure out dinner himself if he wanted it so badly before heading back upstairs and locking her bedroom door before throwing herself on her bed with her platform sandals still clung to her feet having no memory of being a 5 year old named Jace.
Once upon a time, a jovial, five-year-old boy named Jace was excited to have a sleepover at his best friend Cam's house for the first time. Cam was also enthusiastic, but behind his excitement, there was a sense of trepidation. The concern arose due to Cam's mother, Sandra, a young, single mom with a penchant for alcohol and fashion. Sandra, 35 with curly brown hair, brown eyes and inviting demeanor, was not the ideal mother according to the societal norms and somewhat Cam understood that. She often succumbed to the grips of alcohol, passing out either on the couch or in her bedroom, with the sounds of her snores echoing off the walls. On that particular night, as the boys roamed and played in the house, Cam felt his stomach growl. The situation was repetitive; Sandra often forgot about dinner. When the hunger became unbearable, Cam asked Jace a favor, "Could you go upstairs and ask my mom to help us with dinner?" With some reluctance due to his introverted nature, Jace ascended the staircase. As soon as he reached Sandra's room, a wave of intense alcohol smell hit him, intensified by the messy state of the room. Spotting Sandra sprawled on her bed comatose, he chirpily shook her, trying to stir her awake. But the effort was in vain and as the young boy turned to leave, he slipped into a pair of Sandra’s black platform sandals. To his bewildering surprise, his feet morphed to fit the shoes perfectly. Panic gripped him and the changes continued rapidly. His hair lengthened into curly brown locks, his eyes turned a familiar shade of brown, and his body feminized to mirror Sandra's. Jace was transitioning into a doppelganger of Sandra, even his teeth were reflecting the effects of chronic alcohol drinking. A persistent smell of alcohol clung to him, leaving him terrified. Worst of all, his memories began to fade and in their place Sandra's memories filled his psyche. As Jace’s transformation completed, the actual Sandra dissolved into thin air, like wisps of fog in daylight. Jace was no longer the 5 year old boy; he was Sandra now, standing in the middle of a mess, with a nagging headache reminiscent of too much drinking. The new Sandra stumbled and hurled, just like the old Sandra would have. Her moment of reflection, in front of a grungy mirror, was interrupted by a loss of balance. Swearing, she ranted about being awake and having to cook. Sandra decided to open a beer, the bitter taste made her cringe and she tossed the can across the room. Regaining her balance, she lumbered down the stairs, where she encountered a disappointed Cam. “We’re on our own, buddy,” she slurred, that young voice now replaced with Sandra's tired drone. Too tired to even remove her shoes, she went back upstairs, locking her door, and collapsing on her bed. As she drifted into stupor, the few remaining memories of being the 5-year-old Jace faded away into oblivion.
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