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Question: Story: Write me a story the way I type about 5 year old Eric playing at the park alone for the first time with permission from his 21 year old mom. While playing, he also had been given some money by her to go shopping at the nearby corner store ran by the nice lady named Bailey who very much loved when he came in to shop at her store. Going in, he browsed around looking for a nice little drink before spotting the beer and alcohol section. He knew what kinds of drinks those were supposed and got grossed out vowing he'd never drink from that section ever. Buying his soda and his candy, he went back to the park. Not long after, he was approached by 42 year old Jennifer aka Jester. She was a homeless woman who had been homeless since she was 15 due to a fight with her parents. She had long blonde hair and was wearing a green tank top, short shorts, leather wedges and had her leather purse hanging on her shoulder. She walked up to Eric and asked if he had any spare change on him. Eric said no and felt bad that he didn't. Jennifer reached out for a hug and Eric hugged back feeling dizzy after he did. Opening his eyes, he noticed he was alone and taller. Looking down, he noticed long blonde hair in his vision and he was wearing a green tank top, short shorts, leather wedges and had a purse on his shoulder. Going through the purse, he pulled out an ID with a DOB of May 11, 1981 causing his heartbeat to increase as he realized he was now older than his own mom. He also pulled out other things from the purse that he deemed too girly so he tossed aside the purse and took off the wedges feeling they were too feminine and spotted his own body in the distance. He ran over to his old body in his new body and begged to swap back in his innocent little way. Jennifer in his body refused and told him she was not swapping back and she would erase his memories so he thought he was always Jennifer. Slowly, Eric's memories altered, softened and matured until he only remembered ever being Jennifer. The new Jennifer blinked a few times as she felt a headache pounding in her brain. Please have Jennifer say the quote "Ow! What the fuck? My head hurts so fucking bad and I don't even know why. Oh my fucking God!" Jennifer couldn't remember what she had been doing but realized she was still in the park she had been in earlier but then she noticed her stuff was missing. Please have Jennifer say the quote "Wait a minute. What the fuck? Where are my wedges? And where is my purse? I've been homeless for 27 years and I just misplaced all my shit that fucking easily? I hope my shit wasn't fucking stolen" Jennifer then spotted her purse and her wedges over in the distance. Jennifer breathed a sigh of relief as she gained her composure. Jennifer then sat down on the ground grabbing her wedges and slipping them back on her feet and grabbed her purse going through to make sure nothing was missing and then threw her purse back over her shoulder. Jennifer had a little bit of money and the corner store nearby was open really late so she decided to go to the corner store to get some stuff. Night was fast approaching and Jennifer looked at the corner store in the distance. Ensuring her purse was secure on her shoulder, Jennifer started walking in the direction of the corner store. As Jennifer walked, she heard the loud thump of her wedges on the cement and got kinda nervous at how loud she was being and tried stepping quieter as she didn't wanna attract any unwanted attention. With no hesitation, Jennifer grabbed a snack and went straight to the alcohol section grabbing an alcoholic beverage. The woman behind the counter named Bailey took Jennifer's ID and told Jennifer to say her DOB out loud. Without hesitation, Jennifer said "May 11th, 1981" Please have Bailey say the quote "Wow! You're older than me. I thought you were younger" Please have Jennifer say the quote "Aw thank you. Yep I'm 42 years old. I wish I was still younger" Jennifer grabbed her things and headed to a nearby alley to get her rest for the night. It suddenly dawned on her that she had been homeless since she was 15 and it really started bothering her. She started crying as she slowly fell asleep nervously having no memory of being 6 year old Eric and now doomed to spend the rest of her life homeless on the streets all cause she chose to be nice to someone she didn't know.
Story: One bright sunny day, five-year-old Eric had been given permission by his young, 21 year old mother to play at the park all by himself for the first time. She had even given him some money to visit the corner store nearby, run by the delightful lady named Bailey. Bailey had always enjoyed having the young boy visit; his enthusiasm and curiosity always brought a smile to her face. Into the store, Eric strolled, his eyes darting around, mesmerized by the colorful display of snacks and drinks. His moment of fascination abruptly ended when he spotted the beer and alcohol aisle. A look of disgust crossed his face as he vowed to himself never to consume those "yucky drinks". Resisting the strange allure of the forbidden aisle, he picked out a soda and his favorite candy, paid for them with the money his mom had given him, and headed back to the park. Upon arrival, his innocent play was interrupted by Jennifer, also known as "Jester". Jennifer was a 42-year-old woman who had been homeless since she was 15 after a major fallout with her parents. With her long blonde hair, a green tank top, short shorts, and leather wedges, she was a distinctive presence in the park. She approached Eric and asked if he had any spare change. When he said no, he felt a pang of guilt. As if to comfort him, Jennifer extended her arms for a hug. Upon the friendly embrace, Eric suddenly felt dizzy. When he opened his eyes again, something had changed. He noticed long blonde hair obscuring his view, and a green tank top and short shorts replacing his own clothes. Confused, he looked down and saw leather wedges on his feet; a leather purse rested on his shoulder. Digging into the purse, he found an ID with a birth date of May 11, 1981. His heartbeat raced in realization: he was older than his own mother now. In his confusion, he noticed his old body in the distance playing in the park. He ran over and begged to swap bodies back, but Jennifer-in-Eric's-body refused. Further still, she vowed to erase his memories of ever being Eric. Slowly, his thoughts blurred and became replaced with those of Jennifer. The innocent memories of a 5-year-old were now replaced by 27 years of homelessness and struggle. Blinking away a sudden pounding headache, Jennifer exclaimed, "Ow! What the fuck? My head hurts so fucking bad and I don't even know why. Oh my fucking God!" She couldn't fathom why she was in the park she had been roving around earlier. But then she noticed she was missing her wedges and purse. Confused and frustrated, she yelled "Wait a minute. What the fuck? Where are my wedges? And where is my purse? I've been homeless for 27 years and I just misplaced all my shit that fucking easily? I hope my shit wasn't fucking stolen." Spotting her possessions thrown aside, Jennifer sighed in relief, hurrying towards them. Gathering them up, Jennifer trudged towards the corner store just as dusk was settling in. The clattering sound of her wedges against the concrete was unnerving in the quiet night, so she did her best to walk softly. Once in the store, she picked up some snacks and headed to the alcohol aisle without hesitation, grabbing a bottle of her preferred drink. As usual, Bailey was behind the counter and asked to see her ID. Jennifer recited her date of birth, "May 11th, 1981", out loud. Bailey looked at her surprised, "Wow! You're older than me. I thought you were younger". Jennifer weakly smiled back, "Aw thank you. Yep I'm 42 years old. I wish I was still younger." After finishing up at the corner store, Jennifer found a small alley to settle in for the night. As she slowly drifted asleep, the weight of her situation hit her hard. She cried softly, the tears representing the years on the streets, her forgotten past life as little Eric, and her doomed future living on the seemingly cold, relentless streets. All because of a decision to be kind to a little boy she hardly knew.
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