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Question: Story: Write me a story about 6 year old Trevor going shopping at Walmart alone for the first time with his 21 year old mom gave him. She had trusted him with money to buy whatever he wanted which could've been a soda or a candy bar or a bag of chips or whatever he wanted to snack on. Finding the items he wanted, he paid and left the store only to be stopped by 42 year old Donna aka Dolly. She was a homeless woman who had been homeless for about 25 years. She had long brown hair and was wearing a red tank top, short shorts and a pair of leather wedges with her black purse on her shoulder. Donna walked effortlessly in the wedges stepping closer to Trevor. Please have Donna say the quote "Sorry to bug you honey but I was wondering if you had any spare change. I hate asking you cause you're so young and you look like a sweetheart" Please have Trevor say the quote "Um, no miss. Sorry" Donna nodded her head and reached out to Trevor for a hug. Trevor accepted and hugged her back feeling extremely dizzy. Opening his eyes, Trevor noticed he was now alone and he was now taller than before. Looking down, he noticed long brown hair in his vision and noticed he was now wearing a red tank top, short shorts and a pair of leather wedges and had a purse resting over his shoulder. Trevor decided to go through the purse and pulled out an ID for Donna that had a DOB of April 14, 1981 causing Trevor's heartbeat to increase as he realized he was much older than his mommy. He also pulled out cigarettes and a lighter, tampons, pads, bear spray, a taser and a knife. Trevor noticed his reflection in a nearby mirror and was scared at being a girl. Trevor looked down at his new feet in his new shoes and lifted his new foot trying to take one step forward and he almost tripped. Please have Trevor say the quote "OW!--- Whoa! These shoes are weird and I sound like a grown-up and a girl? This is scary. I wanna be a kid again" Trevor removed the wedges and tossed aside the purse before spotting his own body walking away in the distance. He ran after his own body and started begging who he assumed was the woman to swap back with him. Please have Donna say the quote "Sorry baby but I'm not swapping back. 42 and still homeless and also having to fend for myself was never fun. Enjoy being Donna now. I'll erase your memories so you ain't missing out on anything" snapping her fingers. Trevor started crying as he felt his innocent childhood memories fading and disappearing. Each second passing put Donna's memories in place of Trevor's. Eventually, Trevor's mind feminized and matured until he only remembered ever being Donna. The new Donna blinked a few times in confusion as she looked around wondering what was happening. Please have Donna say the quote "What the Hell? What was I doing again? Why can't I remember anything?" before noticing her purse and her wedges were missing. Please have Donna say the quote "Oh shit! My stuff is missing. Why am I barefoot? The fuck is wrong with me?" Donna eventually spotted her wedges and her purse in the distance. She gained her composure as she scooped up her wedges and slipped them back on her feet and picked up her purse going through making sure all of her stuff was still inside noticing her lighter was missing before throwing her purse over her shoulder. Donna then spotted her reflection in a nearby mirror and started frustratingly contemplating her next move before spotting another homeless woman in the distance. She didn't know her but she figured she could possibly ask her if she had a lighter she could borrow. Donna started sauntering towards the woman before stopping right in front of her. Please have Donna say the quote "Sorry ma'am I hate asking for help but my lighter was stolen from my purse and I was wondering if you had one I could borrow? I really need a cigarette after the long day I've had" Please have the woman say the quote "Not happening now leave me alone" Please have Donna say the quote "Well thanks for nothing. I wasn't even rude to you you bitch" Donna started strutting angrily down the road before leaning up against a building. She looked down at the wedges on her feet and thought about kicking the woman for being so rude to her before dismissing the thought completely and accepting defeat. It kept dawning on her that she had homeless for over 25 years meaning she had been on the streets since she was 17 which really bothered her. Donna's only solution to having no lighter was to build up her change till she could afford a new one. As nightfall came, Donna only rounded up just over one dollar which wasn't enough so she sought refuge in a nearby alleyway. Before resting, she pulled out her bear spray and pulled out her taser making sure they still worked and pulled out her knife ensuring the blade was still sharp. She also thought of using her wedges as a self-defense weapon if need be. Donna soon fell asleep in the alleyway having no memory of her innocent life as 6 year old Trevor and doomed to spend the rest of her life believing she was a homeless woman named Donna.
Once upon a time, in a city that bustles both day and night, a young boy named Trevor, who was only six, embarked on his first solo adventure. Trevor's mother who was a young woman herself at just 21, had given him some money. "Buy whatever you want, sweetie, perhaps a soda, a candy bar or a bag of chips," she had said. Trevor, feeling grown up with the money securely tucked inside his tiny fist, set off to Walmart. Trevor was thrilled with this new independence. The bustling store enthralled him. He scoured the aisles, picking out the items he wanted. After making his purchases, he exited the store feeling on top of the world. It was in that moment, he was approached by Donna. Donna, also known as Dolly, was a homeless woman who had been living on the streets for about half of her 42 years of life. Her long brown hair was splayed over her shoulders, and she wore a red tank top, short shorts, and clunky leather wedges. Her black purse swayed from the strain of carrying her entire life. "Sorry to bug you honey, but I was wondering if you had any spare change. I hate asking you cause you're so young and you look like a sweetheart," Donna pleaded. Trevor shook his head and mustered a soft but firm, "Um, no miss. Sorry." Donna gave a tired smile and reached out to the boy for a hug. The boy tentatively accepted the hug but immediately felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. When he opened his eyes, he was standing alone, and much taller than before. Curiously, he noticed long brown hair cascading in front of his eyes. He was wearing a red tank top, short shorts, and leather wedges, distinctly like the attire Donna was wearing. Perched on his shoulder was a black purse. Inside the purse, he found an ID bearing the name 'Donna' with a date of birth: April 14, 1981. Fear seized him as he realized he was now older than his own mother. Staggering towards a mirror he saw his reflection and jumped with a start, he looked just like Donna! Trevor tried to walk in the wedges, but nearly tripped over. "OW!--- Whoa! These shoes are weird. And I sound like a grown-up and a girl? This is scary. I want to be a kid again," Trevor exclaimed. Trevor spotted his own body, animated by Donna, and ran towards her. "Sorry, baby, but I'm not swapping back. 42 and still homeless and also having to fend for myself was never fun. Enjoy being Donna now. I'll erase your memories so you ain't missing out on anything," said Donna ominously before snapping her fingers. Trevor was reduced to tears as he felt his childhood innocence slipping away, rapidly replaced by Donna's worldly experiences. After a moment, all his boyish virtues had evaporated, replaced by a much older, much more beleaguered consciousness. "What the Hell? What was I doing again? Why can't I remember anything?" Donna's newly formed persona muttered. Looking down, she noticed her missing purse and shoes. "Oh shit! My stuff is missing. Why am I barefoot? The fuck is wrong with me?" Angrily, she picked up the wedges, jammed them onto her feet, collected her purse, and started lamenting everything that was amiss such as the stolen lighter. Spotting a fellow homeless woman nearby, she hypothetically asked, "Sorry ma'am I hate asking for help but my lighter was stolen from my purse and I was wondering if you had one I could borrow? I really need a cigarette after the long day I've had." The woman scoffed, "Not happening now leave me alone." To add to her fury, Donna yelled out, "Well thanks for nothing. I wasn't even rude to you, you bitch." Frustrated, Donna leaned against a building and sighed. The realization of her plight, over 25 years homeless, hit her hard. She managed to collect a dollar throughout day, still not enough for a lighter. As night fell, Donna found refuge in an alleyway. She checked her bear spray, taser, and knife, ensuring they were functional for self-defense. Her wedges, too, laid by her side as a possible weapon. Overwhelmed and exhausted, the woman who was once a child named Trevor, now Donna, fell into a deep sleep, the memory of her innocent past buried amidst the harsh reality of her present life.
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