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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 older uncle's name, age being younger than his aunt, birthday and birth year being younger than his aunt, height and weight and have him not be present either. 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 get home and fall asleep. Have him jerk awake at some point in the night when he realizes he's not even sleeping in a bed anymore. Have him look down realizing he's wearing a crop top, short shorts and leather wedges with a purse on her shoulder and sunglasses on her face with a description of the outfit and shoes and have him doing something feminine to his appearance having long fake nails and a mature beverage in her hand. Have the boy look his body assuming he's still in his own body but just wearing girly clothes when he looks at his hands realizing his fingers are dainty and feminine and his feet seeing their dainty and feminine. Have him look down at his chest realizing he actually has boobs and have him see his feminine shoes. Include the woman's name, race not being white, what state she's from, age being slightly older than his mom and dad, birthday, birth year being older than this mom and dad, height, weight, eye color, hair color, hairstyle and who she is and and what she was doing before the boy possessed her body. Have a couple girls walk up to the boy with one of them saying hey bitch are we still on for tonight or what and have it be in quoted text. Reveal where the girls were planning on going. Have the boy try to stand up looking at his new reflection when he stumbles in the shoes landing on the ground. Have him find out the woman's birth year somehow freaking out as he was smart for his age and knew he was born in 2018 and the birth years of all his family members. Have him see his reflection seeing his new female and mature face that was wearing tons of makeup and lipstick and earrings. Have him freak out and say wow I'm not supposed to be older than mommy and daddy and have it be in quoted text. Have him say how he misses his mommy and have it be in quoted text before covering his mouth hearing his new womanly voice. Have him say how he wants to go home and he'll miss grandma and mommy so much and that he'll miss his stuffed animal so much and that he can't believe he'll never be himself again and this must be a nightmare please be a nightmare and have it be in quoted text unwillingly saying how he doesn't wanna be some random bitch adding stereotypical slang the race is known for saying before covering his mouth in fear. Have him squeeze his eyes shut as he realizes the swap is permanent. Have the boy try to get off the ground being unable to grip anything with his long fake nails looking at his outfit and shoes and purse as he started screaming he wanted to go home and he didn't wanna be a girl and he would really miss mommy and grandma and have it be in quoted text. Have him close his eyes momentarily hoping it's just a dream but open his eyes still seeing the crop top, short shorts and wedges before unwillingly saying something stereotypical of Hispanic females at the club in English and have it be in quoted text adding stereotypical slang the race is know for saying.
In the charming town of Sharpsburg, Kentucky, a boy who went by the name of Jackson Lawrence was born on April 12th, 2018. He was a white American boy with sparkling green eyes and wild chaotic blonde hair which he liked to leave untouched. At six years old, he was 45 inches tall and weighed around 45 pounds. He wore a pair of denim shorts and a red t-shirt with animated dinosaurs roaming on its fabric. His well-worn, faithful pair of blue sneakers completed his outfit. As he walked, there was a rhythmic crunch-crunch sound due to his loose shoes rolling over the gravel. His mother, Laura Lawrence, was a young woman who was born on May 2, 1993, making her 31 years old. She was 5 foot 5 inches, and weighed 140 pounds. Jackson's father, Thomas Lawrence, born on December 12, 1992, was a year older than Laura. He stood 6 foot tall and weighed 170 pounds. His absence in Jackson and Laura's life was the result of him abandoning them when Laura was pregnant, which left an indelible sadness in their life. Jackson also had an aunt, Sandra Lawrence who was born on March 6, 1980. Sandra loved Jackson dearly but she lived far away in Washington. She was a strapping 44-year-old woman, who stood at a height of 5 feet 7 inches and weighed about 150 pounds. Jackson's uncle, Scott Lawrence, younger than Sandra by three years, was born on April 30th, 1983. At 41 years old, Scott was 5 foot 10 inches tall and weighed 160 pounds, however, he was also not present due to his demanding job as an international pilot. Jackson's grandma, Linda, born on June 25, 1952, was an integral part of his life. At 72 years old, she was 5 feet 3 inches tall and weighed 130 pounds. Later that day, he was excited to tell Laura and grandma Linda about all the cool stories from his first solo walk. On returning home, Jackson, clutching his beloved stuffed animal and cozied up next to his talismanic dog Boulder, fell asleep on the living room couch. He woke up with a start and instantly, everything felt wrong. As he looked down at himself, he realized he wasn't wearing his favorite dinosaur t-shirt anymore. Instead, he was wearing a red sequined crop top and denim short shorts. With a flabbergasted expression, he noted the black leather wedges on his feet, the purse draped over his shoulder, and the oversized sunglasses blocking his vision. His skinny kid hands were replaced by dainty, feminine ones, adorned with long, glossy fake nails. There was a fruity concoction swirling in the martini glass he held delicately. Bewildered, he looked further down and realized he now had a womanly figure. He lowered his sunglasses and noticed his shoes. They were stylish, feminine heels. A few girls appeared seemingly out of nowhere. One of them, a tall brunette, said, "Hey bitch, are we still on for tonight or what?" The girls were planning to hit a couple of clubs downtown, then have a sleepover at the woman's house. Attempting to stand up, he caught sight of his new reflection in the living room mirror. The face looking back at him was that of a mature woman, her face was covered in an artistic layer of makeup and lipstick. Her ears sparkled with dangly earrings. Then he realized, the body he resided in was that of a woman named Maria Alvarez, a Hispanic woman from Texas. Maria was born on May 17, 1991 - older than his parents. She was 5 foot 6 inches tall, weighing 135 pounds. Her eyes were a captivating hazel, and her hair was a cascade of auburn curls. "I'm not supposed to be older than mommy and daddy," Jackson realized, his voice lilting and tinged with a womanly depth he was not accustomed to. "I miss my mommy." He covered his mouth as he took in the strange resonance of his new voice. His heart raced as he stumbled further into his new, unexpected reality. "I want to go home. I'll miss grandma and mommy so much, and my stuffed animal," he said, the dread saturating every word. "This must be a nightmare, hope it’s just a nightmare." He added, "I didn't sign up to be some random bitch," using a piece of regional slang he’d heard in the past but never thought he’d say. Panic coursing through his veins, he picked himself up, but he couldn’t grip anything with the artificial nails that had taken residence on his fingertips. "I wanna go home! I don't wanna be a girl... I’ll really miss mommy and grandma," he wailed as he fell back to the floor. He squeezed his eyes shut, hoping against hope that he was merely stomped in the labyrinth of a terrifying dream. But alas, when he opened his eyes, he was still staring at the same sequined crop top, short shorts, and black feminine heels. In the midst of his terror, a phrase involuntarily tumbled out from his mouth, "Ay Dios mío, what a crazy night at the club," he said as he added an unintentional Hispanic slang phrase.
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