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Question: Story: Write me a story the way I type about 5 year old Kylie chilling downstairs one night. She was happily playing with her dolls. Her 25 year old mom wasn't the best mom in the world as she often drank a lot and did lots of drugs including a really nasty one with foil, straws, a lighter and a spoon. Despite all of this, Irene was a very beautiful brunette woman with seductive brown eyes often wearing very feminine clothing and accessories. Kylie was getting hungry for dinner and it was slowly approaching 12 am. She hadn't quite mastered the art of cooking by herself but decided to grab the dinner she wanted her mom to cook being a pizza. Setting it on the counter, Kylie twirled around in her dress before deciding to go upstairs to wake her mom. Approaching her door, Kylie heard the sound of snoring and started smelling an obnoxious odor. Knocking, Kylie received no response. Opening the door, Kylie saw her mom wearing only a black lace bra and panties in her bed as she slept away. A bottle of wine next to her bed on the bedside table and multiple burn marks from her drug use. Kylie tried shaking her mom but was unsuccessful in waking her up. Defeated, Kylie went to leave not watching where she was going. Suddenly, Kylie accidentally tripped causing her feet to slip into Irene's favorite pair of leather platform sandals. Trying to kick them off, Kylie felt that they were stuck. Please have Kylie say the quote "Mommy! Mommy! I got big girl shoes on. Help!" Irene only stirred in her bed as she kept sleeping. Suddenly, Kylie felt her feet tingling as they grew into Irene's complete with her pedicure. Panicked, Kylie tried removing the sandals again but they still wouldn't come off. Suddenly, the changes accelerated as Kylie's legs, body and arms feminized giving her fingers the manicure to go with the pedicure. Her head and hair changing as she gained Irene's brunette hair, her brown seductive eyes and her teeth crooked and bad from drug use. Her voice maturing into Irene's pitch. The black lace bra and panties forming on Kylie's body leaving her a complete copy of her mother. Please have Kylie the quote "Mommy! I'm now a complete copy of you!" shocked to hear her much more mature voice and vocabulary. Suddenly, the real Irene started evaporating and dissolving in the bed until the bed was completely empty. Kylie's heart dropped as she realized she was becoming Irene's replacement. Trying to remove the platform sandals one more time, she still couldn't get them to come off. Suddenly, her memories began changing into Irene's. Kylie wanted to and wished to be a better mom and woman than Irene was. Kylie's hopes of a better future were destroyed when she saw visions of herself as Irene drinking, puking and doing the same drugs and making the same bad choices. Eventually, her memories completely changed until she only remembered being Irene. The new Irene was groggy and sleepy as she stood in her bedroom confused wondering what she was doing. Please have Irene say the quote "What the Hell am I doing awake? Seriously, can't my body let me get some damn rest?" Irene calmly turned around and stepped towards her bed getting ready to lay back in it when she tripped over her platform sandals and fell. Irene looked confused and dizzy as she looked at her feet. Please have Irene say the quote "Aw man! These stupid platform sandals. I almost died wearing you guys. I could've sworn I wasn't wearing these when I first went to bed" Irene got up grabbing her alcohol, and her drugs. She stumbled down the stairs and headed to the kitchen. She grabbed her lighter, her foil, her straw and her spoon. Irene then started lighting up and blowing through the straw on the spoon and felt it hit her. Her eyes widened as she put her stuff away and downed the rest of her alcohol. Irene walked over to the food she didn't remember putting out when she was still Kylie. As she approached the pizza, she stubbed her toe in the platform sandals. Please have Irene say the quote "Ow! Goddammit! Can't my daughter cook her own food without mommy holding her hand through every damn step?" Irene stuck the pizza in the oven and started it up and then stumbled back upstairs to her room closing the door behind her and locking it this time. Please have Irene say the quote "There, now maybe my stupid daughter will leave me alone" before collapsing onto the bed with the platform sandals still on her feet having no memory of being 5 year old Kylie and having no memory of wanting to be a better Irene than the real one was.
Once upon a time, a little girl named Kylie, only five years old, was happily playing with her dolls in the dim light of the night. Her mother, Irene, a 25 years old brunette woman of indescribable beauty, regularly partook in unhealthy habits, including alcohol and drugs. Despite her unfitness for motherhood, there was something compelling about Irene, her dark brown eyes, her intoxicating beauty, and her feminine allure. It was approaching midnight, and Kylie's stomach began to grumble. Growing up faster than she should, she attempted to fix her dinner, her small hands clutching onto a frozen pizza. As she twirled around in her dress, she decided to wake up her mother. Kylie approached her mother’s room, the scent of the drugs and the sound of snoring filling the air. "Mommy! Mommy! I got big girl shoes on. Help!" she tried to alert her mother, but Irene continued to sleep soundly. A striking transformation then took place. Magical or disastrous, only time would tell; Kylie began to transform into an exact replica of her mother. "Mommy! I'm now a complete copy of you!" Kylie exclaimed, her words now coming out in her mother’s voice. Suddenly, the real Irene started to dissolve, fading away inch by inch until she completely vanished, leaving an empty bed. The weight on Kylie's heart doubled as she realized she was now the new Irene. She attempted again to take off the platform sandals that seemed to have triggered the transformation, but they were stubbornly glued to her feet. Soon, her memories began to mutate, her own childhood experiences replaced by those of her mother. Despite her desire to do better, to be a better mother and woman than Irene was, ominous visions loomed in her mind. Visions of herself indulging in the same unhealthy habits, making the same bad choices that her mother did, and her hopes of a better future were shattered. "What the Hell am I doing awake? Seriously, can't my body let me get some damn rest?" muttered Kylie, now Irene, as she stumbled towards her bed. The platform sandals suddenly tripped her but she managed to stand back up. "Aw man! These stupid platform sandals. I almost died wearing you guys. I could've sworn I wasn't wearing these when I first went to bed" she mumbled. The new Irene then headed back downstairs, back to the kitchen as her memory of being Kylie, let alone a 5 year old child, evaporated entirely. She prepared her drugs, lit up, and drunkenly stumbled towards the pizza Kylie had placed on the counter. "Ow! Goddammit! Can't my daughter cook her own food without mommy holding her hand through every damn step?" Irene grumbled. With a huff, she shoved the pizza into the oven and staggered back upstairs, shutting the door and locking it. "There, now maybe my stupid daughter will leave me alone" Irene muttered right before she passed out on her bed, the sultry platform sandals still defiantly clinging onto her feet. So, the little five-year-old Kylie disappeared, consumed by the image and habits of her mother, leaving a tragic tale behind of an innocent life tainted and lost in the darkness.
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