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Question: Story: The year is 2024. Write me a story the way I write about a random 6 year old boy with a description of the boy's name, where he's from in the US, birthday, 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 25 year old mom. Have him blink and suddenly be taller and in a different state as he looks down seeing a skimpy revealing outfit with a description of the skimpy outfit and revealing sandals or heels with a description of what they look like and have the outfit be too short for the cold weather. Describe the woman who's body the 6 year old ends up in including her name, age, race, height, weight, hair color, hairstyle, eye color and what she's wearing accessories and jewelry and earrings and makeup and lipstick and nail polish and purse included and what she sounds like and if she's with somebody and have the other woman address the woman in a sassy way calling her bitch like it's a playful nickname and asking what's wrong with her and whether or not they were gonna get some Henny or Patron or vodka to drink tonight and describe who the person is to the woman. Describe the other woman's name, age, race, height, weight, hair color, hairstyle, eye color and what she's wearing accessories and jewelry and earrings and makeup and lipstick and nail polish and purse included and what she sounds like. Have the 6 year old boy spot his new reflection in the mirror as he stumbles over to the mirror blinking innocently even with his new more mature eyes and point at his reflection with his new mature fingers shaking from the cold weather as well as the fear he now had from being a woman. Have the little boy say mommy i'm scared and ew gross i'm a girl and ew gross these are girly clothes and shoes like mommy wears in the grown woman's voice and tone and have it be in quoted text and have the words be spelled differently due to the woman's accent. Have the little boy start crying as he wonders how he's gonna get home and if he'll ever see mommy again.
Once upon a chilly afternoon in 2024, a little 6-year-old boy named Eddie ambled down the streets of his hometown, Sleepy Hollow, Illinois, brimming with wide-eyed excitement of walking home alone for the first time. Born on October 29, 2017, Eddie stood a little over 3 feet, weighing a slight 40 pounds. His hair color was a unique chestnut, short and tend to bounce as he walked. A pair of daring blue eyes illuminated his cherubic face. His attire consisted of a red windbreaker, a pair of khaki shorts, and vividly colored sneakers that pattered against the pavement as he moved, his voice ringing out in tinkling peals of laughter reminiscent of a small bell. Suddenly, Eddie blinked as a shiver ran through his body. When he opened his eyes, he was towering over his childish surroundings, his home state of Illinois replaced by the bustling undertaking of New York. He looked down and in horror, he found himself donning a scantily glammed up red sequined mini dress, too bare and too short for the bitter wind, coupled with towering black stilettos encrusted with diamonds. He was in the body of a woman, a drastic change from the child he was seconds ago. Eddie was inside the body of a sophisticated woman named Valeria, a 29-year-old Bi-racial woman from Queens, New York. Valeria stood at a radiant 5'9, weighing 140 lbs. Her hair was an unmistakable raven, styled into delicate waves cascading down her shoulders, her eyes a vibrant hazel. Val' — as her friend would call her, had adorned herself with gold hoop earrings, a diamond-studded brooch, and boasted other elegant accessories. She had enhanced her beauty with soft neutral makeup, dusty rose lipstick, onyx nail polish, and carried a matching velvet black clutch. Her voice was a smooth alto, modulating every syllable with a hint of a Brooklyn accent. A woman waved at her from across the club. "Val, Bitch, what’s wrong with ya? We gonna get some Patrón tonight or wha'?" The woman was a sassy African-American New Yorker named Keisha, 30 years old, about 5'6, weighing around 150 lbs, her hair was black and long with crimps and her eyes were a deep brown. Keisha was dressed in a green velvet jumpsuit adorned with silver accessories - chains, bangles, and earrings. Her look was completed with bold black eyeliner, ruby-colored lipstick, glittery nail polish, and she carried a silver sequined purse, her voice was husky with a distinctive New York City accent. Spotting his new reflection in a club mirror, Eddie stumbles over, blinking at the unfamiliar figure with his new brown eyes. He pointed at his reflection, his new manicured fingers shaking from the unseasonable chill. "Mommy," he exclaimed in Valeria's sultry alto, "I'm scared! Eww, gross! I'm a girl! Eww, gross! These are girly clothes and shoes like mommy wears!" His words tinged with Valeria's accent, 'mommy' spelling more like 'mawmy', 'gross' sounding more like 'grawss'. A wave of tears welled up in his eyes. How would he get home? Would he ever see his mommy again? Each question buzzed in his head as fear welled up in the form of tears down his new mature face.
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