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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 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 until he gently shook her to try to wake her up. Feeling hopeless, Jace decided to leave the room. As he did, he stumbled and accidentally slipped his feet into a pair of black platform sandals belonging to Sandra she left strewn on the floor by her bed. Before he had a chance to remove them, his feet immediately cracked and aged into Sandra's. Looking down at his new feet, he freaked as he recognized they looked like Sandra's feet now. He tried to remove the platform sandals but they wouldn't budge. He then watched as a rose tattoo on his right foot matching Sandra's formed on his foot. Shortly, the changes accelerated. His hair grew long and brown. His eyes turned brown and alluring. His arms, legs and body feminized as he gained Sandra's body. His teeth turned crooked and yellow from Sandra's alcohol addiction. His body 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 terrifying 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. Sandra stumbled over the garbage in her room and tripped. She then puked all over her room before eventually shrugging it off. 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. Sandra said "Why am I awake? I need sleep. Wish I never had a son" 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 grabbed another beer and opened it drinking it as she went down the stairs dizzily gripping the rail. Sandra then drunkily yelled at her son about waking her up before stumbling over to the couch on and throwing herself on it falling asleep with her platform sandals still on her feet having no memory of being a 5 year old named Jace
It was a Saturday evening when 5-year-old Jace found himself having his first sleepover at his friend Cam's house. Little did he know, this night would take an unexpected turn. Cam's home wasn't like the homes of the other children at school. Cam's mother, Sandra, was a single woman who enjoyed her vices more than anything else. Despite her friendly appearance marked by long brown hair and matching brown eyes, her lifestyle was far from ideal. As the evening crept in, Cam's stomach began to rumble. Waiting for his mom to prepare something for dinner was futile. With newfound bravery, and encouraged by hunger, he asked Jace to go and get his mother who was probably dormant in her usual place, her bedroom. Jace unwillingly ascended towards Sandra's room. The closer he got, the louder the obnoxious snoring became. The alcohol-scented air wrapping the room made his stomach churn. He reached out and gently shook Sandra, but to no avail. With a sigh of disappointment, he turned around to leave when he tripped over a pair of platform sandals littered on the floor. Before he could gather himself, he felt an icy chill crawl up his body, settling down to his feet. Looking down, his little feet were transformed into aged versions hidden within the platform sandals. Momentarily frozen in shock, he noticed a rose tattoo etching into his right foot, identical to Sandra's. Then, the changes happened swiftly, much to his horror. His hair grew out into long brown tendrils, his body proportions shifted to resemble Sandra's. His voice deepened and took on the timbre of Sandra's voice, his teeth yellowed, and an underlying alcoholic scent enveloped him. Fear danced in his eyes reflecting his image. He resembled Sandra, almost too perfectly. In the core of his newfound horror, the real Sandra dematerialized into mist in front of him. The realization dawned upon him - he was now Sandra. As his clothes morphed into Sandra's typical black underwear set, his mind began to overflow with Sandra's memories. Now standing in Sandra's messy room, he felt a throbbing headache from Sandra's hangover and a room filled with the reek of her late-night drinking. He puked out of disgust and frustration, all the while bemoaning the state of her room. He took a reflective look at his new self in the mirror before losing balance, just grabbing the wall at the last second. "Why am I awake? I need sleep. Wish I never had a son," he heard himself murmur, heart-breaking words in Sandra's voice echoing. He blindly reached for an unopened beer and began drinking. Throwing the empty can next to the myriad already on the floor, he grabbed another and took uneasy steps downstairs. After berating her own son for disturbing her sleep, Sandra, once little Jace, threw herself onto the couch, succumbing to the inevitable sleep with no memory of ever being a 5-year-old named Jace. He was now Sandra, with all her flaws and vices.
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