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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 younger 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 aunt's name, age being younger than his mom, birthday and birth year being younger than his mom, height and weight. Include his 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. As he walked through the door, he noticed the whole house was empty. Have him blink and suddenly be sitting on a different couch in a different part of the US. Have him look down to see a skimpy non existent glittery outfit with a description of the outfit as he looked at his fingers seeing long fake nails and painted toes on female feet. Reveal the woman's name, age, birthday, birth year, height, weight, eye color, hair color and style, race being Hispanic and that she was planning on going clubbing. Have a group of other Spanish women in the house dressed similarly walk up to the boy. Have one of them address him by his new name asking him if she's ready to go to the club yet and have it be in quoted text. Have the girl grab a skimpy pair of sandals before grabbing the boy's female feet and shoving the sandals on his feet with a description of the sandals. Have the girl tell her friend come on bitch let's go clubbing and get turnt up tonight and have it be in quoted text telling her why she wasn't already ready. Have the girl pick up a purse shoving on the boy's shoulder with a description of the purse. Reveal the names of the other Spanish girls and ages, birthdays, birth years, heights, weights, eye colors, hair colors and styles. Have the boy struggle to stand in the skimpy sandals attempting to remove them but being unable to with his fake nails. Have him look in the mirror at his new reflection seeing a woman with makeup and lipstick frowning and tearing up as he missed his mom. The swap is permanent.
In the endearing city of Boise, Idaho, a cherubic six-year-old boy named Ethan Davis was born on January 14th, 2018. With milk-white skin, Ethan stood at a height of 3 feet 10 inches and weighed 45 pounds. His hair was as blonde as the Idaho wheat fields, styled in a classic buzz cut, while his sparkling blue eyes reflected the early morning sky. On this particularly sunny day, Ethan was donned in a red polo shirt accompanying denim jeans, his small feet encased in new bright white Nike sneakers. As he tread lightly home, his footfall emitted a faint, joyful echo, mirroring the excitement in his innocent, high-pitched voice. Ethan was born to a youthful mom, Amelia Davis, a gorgeous woman of 26, born on June 8th, 1998. Standing at 5'6" and weighing 130 pounds, Amelia was a single mother as her husband, Ethan's dad, was out of his son's life due to some unfortunate circumstances. His dad, Patrick Davis, was born on February 22nd, 1995. He was of average height, 5'10", and weighed around 175 pounds. Patrick became engrossed in his career, moving overseas, ultimately choosing his passion for sailing over his family. Ethan's aunt, Isabella, born on May 20, 2001, was younger than Amelia by three years. Standing at 5'5" and weighing 120 pounds, she lived across the states, making her presence scarce. Her husband and Ethan's uncle, Richard, born on September 15, 2003, was 21 years old, standing at 6 feet tall and weighing 160 pounds, was out due to his educational commitments at Harvard University. Completing the bloodline was their grandmother, Rose Davis, a sweet woman of 65, born on September 5, 1959. Standing at 5'3" and weighing 145 pounds, she would often spend her evenings filled with stories of her grandson Ethan, who would bask in the excitement of walking alone and discuss his day with his treasured stuffed animal and pet dog, Butch. As Ethan stepped into his home, for some inexplicable reason, it was desolate, not a soul in sight. He blinked only to find himself seated on a different couch. Confused, he looked down. Sparkly, skin-bearing clothing replaced his casual attire. His eyes grew wide as he stared at his hands adorned with long, fake nails, his normally sock-clad feet replaced by well-pedicured female feet. His name was no longer Ethan. He was now Maria Torres, a voluptuous Hispanic woman of 24, born on July 14, 2000. Standing at 5'8" and weighing 135 pounds, her hazel eyes and dark brown hair styled in soft waves looked alien in the mirror. Dressed in a shimmery off-shoulder top that hugged her curves, paired with a scandalously short skirt. A pair of towering, strappy golden sandals sat by her feet. "Maria, are you ready?" a voice rang out, belonging to Isabella Rodriguez, a woman similar in age, with deep-set almond-shaped brown eyes and black hair styled in sleek, cascading waves. Following Isabella were Camila Garcia and Valeria Sanchez, both enticingly beautiful women in their early twenties, clad in skimpy club attire, their dark hair flowing freely down their petite frames. "Come on, bitch, let's go clubbing and get turnt up tonight!" Isabella implored, a playful smile playing on her lips. A gleaming clutch purse, chock-full of essentials was suddenly shoved onto Maria's shoulder, its golden sequins glittering under the ceiling fixtures. Struggling to adjust, Maria, formerly known as Ethan, attempted to remove the perceived bars that caged his transformation, the alluring contraptions on his feet. Poised in front of a mirror, the reflection served as a stark reminder, the change was permanent. Glossy lips, mounted by vibrant makeup, shaped into a frown. A lump rose in Maria's throat as she missed the sound of her mother's laughter, the sunsets she shared with her grandma, the dreams of a small boy in Boise, Idaho. The change was irreversible and inevitable, yet in her heart, the spirit of Ethan still lived on, undying and unbroken.
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