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Question: The year is 2024. Write me a long and thorough and detailed story the way I type about a random 6 year old boy with a description of the boy's name, where he's from in the US, birthday, race being white, birth year, height, weight, hair color, hairstyle, eye color and what he's wearing shoes included and what he sounds like as he walks home alone for the first time with permission from his young mom. Include his mom's name, age, birthday and birth year, height, and weight. Include his dad's name, age, birthday and birth year, height and weight and have him not be in his son's life and explain why. Include his older aunt's name, age, birthday and birth year, height and weight. Include his grandma's name, age, birthday and birth year, height and weight. Have the boy be excited to tell all the cool stories about walking alone he was gonna to his mom and grandma when he went over to her house and his loving stuffed animal and his dog. Have him blink and suddenly be in a different part of the US as he looks down seeing a traditional beach outfit covering a large mature chest and and traditional sandals with his fingernails and toenails painted with his white before realizing he's wearing sunglasses over his eyes with a large purse resting on his shoulder. Have 6 other women all dressed similarly to the woman the boy ends up in the body of all walk up to him with one of the 6 women asking the boy what is wrong with her calling her love and is she alright calling her dear and have it be in quoted text and accented English with words spelled different and Canadian accents added to words and have them mention doing something women would do together. Describe the woman who's body the 6 year old ends up in being a woman and include a detailed description of the woman including her name, age being older than his mom, older than his dad, slightly older than his aunt, where she's from being a part of Canada, birthday, birth year being younger than his grandma, height, weight, hair color, hairstyle, eye color and what she's wearing accessories and jewelry included. Include all 6 women's names, ages all being younger than the woman the 6 year old was in the body of, who they are to the woman whether they are family or friends, where they're from being parts of Canada, include birthdays, birth years, races, heights, weights, hair colors, hairstyles, eye colors and what they're wearing outfit, accessories and jewelry included being earrings, bracelets and necklaces and a few wedding rings. Have the women be celebrating something with one of the women being the one being celebrated with the thing they're celebrating mentioned and have them wearing something to celebrate. Have each woman acknowledge the celebration in their quotes throughout the story. Have the boy look down at the sandals on his feet innocently before sticking his foot up having trouble processing that he was controlling the female feet that looked much too mature for him. Have him try to pull the sunglasses up and take the purse off his shoulder before looking down at his mature chest and female feet causing tears to form in his eyes. Have him stick one of his female feet still wearing the women's sandals up feeling the weight of his new foot and the weight of the girly sandal as he stepped forward feeling the sandals on his feet making him gag before unwillingly saying a Canadian accented curse word and have it be in quoted text. Have the boy sit down in one of the chairs the women bought as he spots a cooler and walks over to open it spotting a thing he likes to drink with the name of the drink mentioned before grabbing one and sitting down. Have the boy go to open the drink before one of the other women swipes it before shoving a alcoholic beverage Canadians drink and a popular Canadian food in his hand instead with the brand of the drink and the name of the food mentioned. Have the woman look at her laughing as she said come on girl drink something your age and have some food and love you you're such a beauty you look so good even though you're the oldest woman here and have it be in quoted text slipping into a Canadian accent at the end. Have the boy worriedly look at the drink and take a sip gagging at the taste but swallowing it anyway. Have the boy say how nasty the drink is and have it be in quoted text spelled wrong slipping into a Canadian accent. Have the boy suddenly look at the beverage and take a more confident sip and a huge bite of the food crossing his legs. Have him say something about missing mommy and grandma and his stuffed animal so much and how he doesn't wanna be a girl and how he misses being a boy and doesn't wanna be older than mommy quietly to himself and have it be in quoted text and a Canadian accent with words spelled different. Have the boy realize he's older than his mom and dad now and aunt and all the other women making his heartbeat increase as he started crying. Have the boy unwillingly do two feminine things with one being with his sandals and one being with his outfit. Have the boy squeeze his eyes shut realizing he was permanently stuck in the body of the woman and would never be a boy again. Have the words in the quotes from the boy in the woman's body be spelled wrong to with apostrophes in place of letters accurately signify his new Canadian accent while he's talking. Add some random exposition of conversation between one of the women and the boy at the end of the story as he starts crying softly missing his old life as one of the women notices and assumes she's feeling insecure about something women are typically insecure about telling him to relax and not worry about it reminding her her age mentioning the celebration again handing him another stronger alcoholic beverage lots of Canadian people drink and another popular Canadian food. Have the boy say something about not wanting to be a Canadian woman and saying his new age before unwillingly visualizing his mom and aunt and saying they could be her daughters before jerking her head and forgetting who they were calling them a strange day dream and have it be in quoted text and have her chuckle before getting scared at her memories slowly fading.
Once in the delightful city of Portland, Oregon, lived a young bubbly boy named Jackson Browne. He was born on June 10, 2018, making him a radiant six-year-old with a head full of golden-brown hair brushed into a tousled, boyish cut. His vibrant blue eyes glittered with an exciting story needing to be told, his cheeks a youthful rosy hint of white. Standing at 3.8 feet tall was no small feat for him, and at a healthy weight of 45 pounds, he was a ball of boundless energy. Jackson's often worn outfit was a blue striped shirt, complimenting his eyes, with khaki shorts and small red converse, tales of many adventures etched onto them. Jackson lived with his mother, Claire Browne, a beautiful woman of 24. She was born on May 1, 2000, a bubbly social butterfly. She stood 5.6 feet tall and weighed 130 pounds, her youthful exuberance mirrored in her son. Their bond was unbreakable. Jackson's father, Max Turner, born on April 2, 1998, now 26 years old, 5.9 feet tall and weighing 160 pounds, had left when Jackson was only an infant. His struggle with addiction and repeated failures at recovery had left a gap in Jackson's life. Jackson's ever doting and warm Aunt Lily, Claire's older sister, born on July 20, 1997, now 27 years old, standing at 5.8 feet tall and weighing 150 pounds, played a major role in their lives. His grandmother, Mary Browne, was the matriarch of the family. Born on November 10, 1950, she was 74 years old, 5.6 feet tall, weighing 140 pounds, and held onto a love only grandmothers can give. But one regular late afternoon after school, something phenomenal happened. As Jackson was excitedly hurrying home to tell stories of his first walk home alone to his mother and Grandma Mary, he blinked and suddenly found himself in a drastically new environment. It was warm, and as he looked down, he realized he was wearing a beach-friendly sundress, a contrast to the Portland chill he had just left behind. He blinked behind the large, stylish sunglasses he was now sporting, looking down into the gaping void of a large, trendy purse hanging from his now very grown-up, fuller shoulder. "Cheri, are you okay?" a voice rang out in broken English with a thick Canadian accent. He felt a chill run down his spine. Startled, Jackson looked up and saw a group of women who looked around the same age bearing a striking resemblance to each other. It wasn’t long before he realized he was not in his own 6-year-old body anymore. He was in the body of a woman; he took in the mature chest, the painted nails, and clunky sandals. His heart pounded as he saw his reflection in a nearby mirror. A beautiful woman named Marie, aged 75, born December 15, 1949, from Toronto, Canada. Standing 5.7 feet tall and weighing 160 pounds, she was known for her middle-parted chestnut brown hair and sharp green eyes. She was adorned in an elegant, off-shoulder sundress coupled with a statement necklace and drop earrings that glowed under the sunlight. She was surrounded by six other women — her dear friends, Fiona, Laura, Sally, Joy, Anne, and Grace, all younger than her, aged 70, 68, 69, 67, 66 and 71 respectively. They too were Canadian, dressed similarly, geared up to celebrate Fiona's recent accomplishment of becoming a grandmother. Jackson seated himself on one of the colorful beach chairs they'd brought. He felt lost and scared, tears welled up in his eyes. He planted his exposed painted foot firmly on the ground - it was a strange sight, an adult’s foot controlled by the mind of a six-year-old. He reached into a cooler and pulled out a juice box, his usual. "None of that, love!" Laura said, snatching away the drink and replacing it with a Labatt Blue, pairing it with a classic Canadian poutine. "Here love, that's more like it," Anne giggled, reminding her of their celebrating Fiona's grandmotherhood. Shocked and worried, Jackson took a hesitant sip, the tangy taste making him gag before unwillingly continuing to sip on it. He sat there, crossing his legs unconsciously, echoing Marie’s elegance, when suddenly something clicked. "I reelly miss my mom an’ Grammy, ma stuffed animal...I dun w’nta be a guhl...I’m o’der than Mommy now." Jackson muttered to himself. He found himself performing feminine movements without even realizing - flicking sand off his sundress, adjusting his sunglasses, hugging his purse closer. It puzzled him. His heartbeat increased as he held back tears - he was Marie, the woman older than his mom, his aunt, and even Marie’s friends. Distantly, he heard one of his new friends trying to pry his attention back to the current setting, "You're lookin' a bit down there, Marie, love. Come on now, don’t you worry about those few wrinkles. You're the oldest but you're still a knockout, love. Now, have another Labatt Blue, and some Timbits, love. Celebrate - it’s Fiona’s big day!" "Oi doan w’nta be a Caned'hn woman! I'm only six…" he blurted out, but as his new friends erupted in laughter, he chuckled too. Confused, he looked around the sunlit beach. His female figure appeared strange in the reflection of his glass. "That's a strange day dream..." He dropped his purse, pulled out one of his painted nails to adjust his sunglass and took a sip of his beer, oblivious to his fading little boy memories.
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