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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, birthday and birth year, 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 wedding dress and wedding heels with a description of the dress and heels and have him sitting in a bridal chair with his hands gripping random feminine wedding items with a description of the items. 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. Have him look down at his chest realizing he actually has boobs and have him see his feminine heels with his dainty feet. Include the woman's name, race, what state in the US she's from, age being older than his aunt, birthday, birth year being older than his aunt, height, weight, eye color, hair color, hairstyle and who she is and what she does for work if she has a job and who she's getting married to and who all is attending the wedding and where she's getting married and what she was doing before the boy possessed her body. Have the boy try to stand up looking at his new reflection when he stumbles in the heels landing on the ground. 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 squeeze his eyes shut as he realizes the swap is permanent.
It was a sunny afternoon in Austin, Texas. The streets were perched with a usual hum of cars and bikes, people rushing back and forth on the sidewalks. However, the brightest star amongst this hustling crowd was a petite 6 years old lad named Oliver Knight. Born on May 5, 2018, young Oliver was a cherubic boy with a mop of blonde hair lightly tousled into waves, contrasting his striking blue eyes that mirrored the boundless Texas sky. He stood magnificently at 3.5 feet tall, weighing about 42 pounds. Today, Oliver was cloaked in vibrant red shorts and a blue tee that read 'Star Adventures' in gold, a tribute to his beloved science fiction series. His small feet wiggled in his favorite green lightning McQueen sneakers that squeaked with each step he took. His voice, steeped with youthful innocence and a hint of a Texas twang, avidly narrated his school day's events to a worn-out teddy bear in his arms. It was Oliver's first walk back home alone, a milestone granted by his mother Samantha Knight. Born a bubbly Sagittarian on November 30, 1994, Samantha was a youthful 29 years old, and all of 5.5 feet tall and just around 145 pounds. She was a single mother, bearing the weight of bringing up Oliver alone after his father, Nathan Knight, chose a life of solitude over family. Nathan, a sturdy 6 feet tall man weighing 190 pounds, was born on July 15, 1987. His departure, while it caused an upheaval, only made Samantha stronger. Oliver's older aunt, Emily, born February 19, 1989, was a 35 years old petite woman of 5.3 feet and 135 pounds. She too lived with them in Austin, Texas. Emily’s husband, his Uncle Jasper, born May 23, 1988, 6 feet tall and 180 pounds, seldom made an appearance. He chose a nomadic life, wandering through the bylanes of culture and intellect. Samantha's mother, their grandmother Sarah, a 66-year-old (born September 10, 1958), was fondly the linchpin of the family. Sarah, who was 5.5 feet tall and weighed 155 pounds, had always encouraged Oliver's ventures. Now alone, Oliver was brimming with stories narrated to himself of heroic deeds and alien encounters, saving them up for his mom and grandma. After a long enchanting day, he arrived home to his faithful canine companion, Dash, jolting through his dinner, and collapsing into a deep sleep, only to awaken disoriented. Suddenly, the surroundings seemed foreign. Oliver discovered himself perched in a plush bridal chair. Stunned, he felt the weight of an elegant silk wedding gown, a delicate ivory A-line cut with intricate lace detailing, swathing his body. Matching heels adorned his feet, a sleek bone white pair with teardrop crystals shimmering under the chandeliers. His hands were adorned with silky opera-length gloves and clasping a beautiful diamond encrusted tiara, and elegant vintage pearls. Bewildered, he glanced at the sparkling diamond ring encrusted on a slender and dainty finger. Then, he looked down at his bosom-- prominent and feminine. Suddenly, a stunning woman reflected back at him from the mirror. She apparently was Jeanne McArthur, a 37-year-old lady, born October 28, 1987, in Springfield, Illinois. She stood at a towering 5.7 feet and weighed about 130 pounds. Her raven-colored hair cascaded in luscious waves complementing her emerald-green eyes. Jeanne was a successful architect engaged in metropolitan infrastructure projects and was about to get married to her long-time college sweetheart, David, in her hometown. The wedding guests included her immediate family, colleagues, and close friends. Snapped out of his trance, Oliver attempted to mobilize himself on his new feet but found his head spinning in the towering heels. He crashed onto the floor, letting out a soft whimper, "I miss my mommy." The soft echo of a very feminine, mature voice filled the room, causing his heart to beat faster in his chest. His hand instinctively raised to cover his soft lips as the finality of his new reality washed over him. His eyes squeezed shut, face paling as he came to understand, he was indeed living a dream-- a permanent swap.
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