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Question: Question: Story: Write me a story the way I write about a random 6 year old boy with a description of the boy's name, appearance, what state he's from, what he looks like, what he sounds like, and what he's wearing as he goes to bed. Have him wake up the next morning somewhere random in the body of a prostitute with the name the prostitute ends up having, her exact age, have the him be older than someone he used to be younger than, nail polish, makeup, lipstick, what state he's in, where he woke up and describe his new appearance including his hair and possible hair dye and eyes, outfit, possibly cigarettes or vapes, have him wake up with heels or wedges or sandals on his feet, purse including the contents of the purse possibly including inappropriate things she might have. Please have him unwillingly say stuff about his dress, shoes, nail polish and hair only a prostitute would say and have it be in quoted text. Have the boy say "Mommy" in the woman's voice before unwillingly saying something only a prostitute would say crying as he missed his family a lot. Have the boy try to walk normally but unwillingly walk like the prostitute even unwillingly making seductive faces with descriptions of the faces and poses with descriptions of the poses before applying stuff to his new body unwillingly and unwillingly saying something only the woman would say. The swap is permanent and he can't go home.
Once upon a time in the state of Oklahoma, there was a spirited 6 year old boy named Lucas. He had a tumble of golden curls that fell into his rich, chocolate-brown eyes. A buttoned-up blue pajama adorned his slight frame, showcasing his love for dinosaurs. As he curled up into his bed with his teddy bear by his side, his innocuous voice filled the room with giggles and whispers of sweet nothing that were lullabies to his parents' ears. With the first ray of dawn, chaos unfolded. Lucas woke up to an entirely unusual state of being. Now, he found himself in the bustling streets of New York, fashioned in the body of a 25 year old woman named Vivi - a lady of the night, infamous in the seedier parts of the city. Suddenly, Lucas was older than his 7-year-old brother, a fact that sent a jolt of realization. His eyes had radiance, a piercing jade green hue underneath heavily made-up eyelashes. Unruly waves of platinum blonde hair tumbled down to his waist, hinting signs of being dyed recently. His outfit was a crimson red, sequined, body-hugging dress that shimmered under the city lights. Strappy black patent leather wedges clung to his feet, displacing his boyish stroll into a delicate saunter. A Chanel purse sat beside him with a pack of cigarettes, a red lipstick, and a small pocket knife nestled inside it. Panic filled his heart as he unwittingly mumbled in a smoky voice, "This dress chokes me as much as my life does." He caught the reflection of his sparkly red nails and uttered, "I wouldn't be caught dead with these claws if it weren't for the clients." Lucas, horrified, heard his soft chirping voice replaced by Vivi’s sultry husk. He could no longer hold back the tears as he let out a woeful, "Mommy" that echoed around the empty alley. But before he could indulge in his sorrowful reverie, he found himself saying, "Ain't no time to cry when there's money to be made, honey." Lucas, in Vivi’s body, tried to find his footing in his new reality. Despite his efforts to walk normally, his posture and steps adopted Vivi’s provocative aura naturally. Accidentally, he found himself striking seductive poses, arching his back while tilting his head just the right amount. Yet, his eyes bore witness to his innocence and longing for his home and family. Fumbling with the tube of lipstick from his purse, Lucas painted his lips bright red, much to his dismay. His petite doe-like eyes grew wider as he caught his reflection in a mirror and heard himself drawl out, "The brighter the lips, the brighter the tips." This frantic early morning heralded endless days of his new reality. Lucas, now Vivi, no longer had the privilege of returning to his dinosaur adorned room, he had a life to live under the neon lights in red stilettos. Despite the glamour and grit of his new life, the innocence of a 6-year-old boy from Oklahoma lived on, beautiful and unmarred in the heart of a woman in New York.
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