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Question: Story: Write me a story the way I type about 7 year old Lane at the beach playing with his toys and enjoying the sunshine and having a good time. His 22 year old mom had given him permission to go somewhere alone for the first time and he was soaking up every moment of it while he could. He even bought a Frisbee along and started seeing how far he could toss it working on his flick and the strength of his throw. He then tossed it extremely far and it ended up landing on a beach towel next to a woman. The woman was sunbathing and had her brown hair in a bun and was wearing sunglasses with a black bikini top and black bikini bottom as well as a black pair of flip flops on her feet with her fingernails and toenails painted black. She was 32 year old Vanessa. A single white woman living by herself since her recent break up with her boyfriend. She also had her purse next to her towel as she sat up and looked at the Frisbee. Please have Lane walk up to her nervously as his bare feet hit the sand and he eventually found himself standing in front of Vanessa. Please have Lane say the quote "Sorry ma'am I didn't mean it. I was just playing. I'm sorry" shakily in his innocent voice not looking Vanessa in the eye. Please have Vanessa say the quote "Oh sweetie! Don't be scared. You're just having fun. Here you go you little sweetheart" Vanessa said with a warm smile as she handed the Frisbee back to Lane. Please have Lane feel a shock in his hand as he grabs the Frisbee causing him to lose consciousness for a second. Opening his eyes, he realized he was sitting down and wearing sunglasses. Please have Lane hear his own voice say "Thanks ma'am. Sorry again" before walking away making Lane freak as his own body was acting like Lane without him. Please have Lane take the sunglasses off and look down and see the black bikini top and black bikini bottom along with the black flip flops on his feet and the purse next to him with a newfound innocence. Lane removed the flip flops and stood up in his new body leaving the flip flops, sunglasses and purse behind on the towel as he headed to the nearest bathroom cause he was scared. Please have Lane feel extremely scared, uncomfortable and awkward in his new body as he looks at his female feet on the ground and cringes at the sight of the black nail polish on his toes and and his female hands and the black nail polish on his fingers and spots mounds on his chest which he doesn't know are called boobs. As he heads in the restroom, he doesn't realize he went in the women's restroom and walks up to the mirror. Please have Lane say the quote "I'm a girl? I don't wanna be a girl! I wanna be a boy! Girls are icky! I want my mom!" in a voice with a strong hint of innocence even though he now sounds just like Vanessa. Please have Lane look scarily at his new reflection in the eyes as his innocence shines through even shining through the mature female eyes he now possesses. Lane looks down at his new body again and leaves the bathroom before returning the towel. Please have Lane sit down on the towel before grabbing the flip flops and putting them on his feet before grabbing the sunglasses and putting them back on before standing up and picking up the purse and putting it over his shoulder the way he saw his mom do it and start clip clopping away having no idea where to go before stopping in front of another mirror and seeing his new female reflection. Please have Lane start crying again as he freaks out about being alone and having no way to go back to his body. Please have Lane say the quote "I'm not a kid anymore. I'm a grownup" before crying again as he started shaking and his heart started beating fast as he wondered what his next move would be having no idea he was permanently stuck in the body of 32 year old Vanessa.
Seven-year-old Lane was at the beach, playing with his toys and relishing the warm sunshine. Today was a special day, as his 22-year-old mother had given him permission for the first time to roam alone. To celebrate, he happily kicked around a bright blue Frisbee, aiming to toss it as far as his little arms would let him. An especially strong throw resulted in a mighty flick of his wrist, and the Frisbee took off to a far distance. Much to his surprise, it landed on a sunbathing woman's beach towel. The woman, Vanessa, was a 32-year-old single woman enjoying solitude since her recent break up. Her brown hair was neatly tucked into a bun and she wore stylish sunglasses to block the sun's glare. Her black bikini top and bottom were complimented by black flip-flops, and her nails were painted in the same dramatic hue. Lane approached her timidly, his bare feet pressing into the warm, grainy sand. His heart pounded as he managed to eek out, "Sorry ma'am....I didn't mean it. I was just playing. I'm sorry", his eyes averted from Vanessa's eyes. Vanessa handed back the Frisbee with a warm, kind smile. "Oh sweetie! Don't be scared. You're just having fun. Here you go, you little sweetheart." Her mellifluous voice was sullen. As Lane took the Frisbee, an unfamiliar jolt passed through his hand causing him to wince, his eyes closed, and when he reopened them, he found himself seated and wearing sunglasses. He heard his own voice, eerily thanking Vanessa, but he wasn't controlling it. His body was moving on its own accord, and he followed along in a terrified silence. Confusion turned to shock as he removed his glasses, his gaze traveling downwards. He was wearing a black bikini top, black bikini bottom, and black flip-flops, which matched perfectly with the black nail polish on his fingers and toes. His heart hammered in his chest, for it wasn’t his chest—he had grown breasts. Not knowing how to react, he stood up, leaving behind his flip-flops, glasses, and a rather expensive purse on the towel. In a state of panic, he headed to the nearest bathroom, his feet making a sound that was new to him. Inside the public restroom, he looked in the mirror and gasped. He sounded just like Vanessa. "I'm a girl? I don't wanna be a girl! I wanna be a boy! Girls are icky! I want my mom!" His voice echoed through the restroom, peppered with a characteristic innocence that seemed out of place with the image that stared back at him in the mirror. He stumbled out of the restroom, still struggling to come to terms with this new reality, and returned to his beach towel. With shaky hands, he put on the flip-flops and sunglasses. Picking the purse, he slung it over his shoulder precisely the way he had seen his mom do it. Murmers and glances followed him as he clip-clopped away from the beach, his reflection in a nearby mirror causing a rush of tears. He was alone, and wildly unprepared for this new reality he had been plunged into. "I'm not a kid anymore. I'm a grownup," Lane's voice broke as the gravity of the situation suddenly hit him. With tears rolling down his cheeks, he sat on a nearby bench, overwhelmed with fear, confusion, and most potently, an unadulterated innocence. His heart pounded in his new chest, not knowing he was permanently stuck in the life of 32-year-old Vanessa. Lane was alone, lost, and frightened, but he knew he had to find the strength to face the peculiar, scary mystery that lay ahead.
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