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Question: Write me a long and thorough and detailed story the way I write about a random 6 year old boy with a description of the boy's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, what state he's from, hair color and style and eye color. His young mom's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. His young dad whose no longer in his life's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. His young aunt's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. His young uncle whose busy doing other stuff's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. His grandma's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. Have him be walking home alone for the first time when he gets home and the house is completely empty. Have him sit down on the couch and blink only to suddenly find himself sitting somewhere less nice. Have him look down to notice he's in a more mature body. Have him realize he's a woman wearing a revealing outfit barefoot with accessories and makeup and painted nails but covered in bruises, cuts and marks and have a part of her body be bruised revealing what it was not being her foot or ankle or leg with a description of the outfit. Reveal the woman's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color possibly being dyed and style and eye color and what state she's from and what she was doing just seconds ago and what she does for work. Have a male grab the boy's new female feet shoving a pair of some kind of women's shoes on his feet. Have the shoes be skimpy and open toed. Have the boy in the woman's body jerk and unwillingly complain about how uncomfortable the shoes are and have it be in quoted text mentioning what she did for work and cussing. Reveal who the male is to the girl, his name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. Have the man tell the woman she don't get to pick what shoes she gets and to shut up and have it be in quoted text pulling her off the ground and shoving a purse on her shoulder and cussing at her. The swap is permanent and the boy is sad. Have the boy say he's gonna miss mommy so much and have it be in quoted text. Have the boy unwillingly adjust the outfit and purse in a feminine way before leaving and going and unhappily starting his new life. Have the boy stop and look at the skimpy shoes on his new female feet being reminded of the injury he currently had.
In the town of Verndon, nestled on the fringes of Ohio, lived a curious six-year-old boy named Ethan Kelly. Ethan was an enduring image of innocence with his milk-chocolate brown hair cut into a simple crew cut, unblemished skin, and captivating hazel eyes. Born on April 15, 2015, Ethan measured about 3 feet 9 inches and weighed just about 45 pounds. His world revolved around his mother, Emily Kelly. Emily, a vibrant woman with a mane of chestnut hair, was 24 years old, 5 feet 4 inches tall, and weighed around 120 pounds. Born on March 13, 1997, she had bright blue eyes, a heart-shaped face, and a perpetual air of resilience. Emily's life had not been without challenges. She was left to raise Ethan alone after his father, Eric Matthews, abandoned the family. Eric was a tall, athletically-built man at 6'2", weighing approximately 190 pounds. His jet-black hair and piercing green eyes stood in stark contrast to his 26 years of life, his birthday being July 6, 1995. Ethan's aunt, Lucy Kelly, who was Emily's younger sister, was always present to provide much-needed family support. Now aged 22, Lucy had a slight figure standing 5'3" tall and weighing around 110 lbs. She had inherited the family's chestnut hair, choosing to wear it in beachy waves that set off her captivating brown eyes. Ethan's uncle, Sam Kelly, was another vital part of the family. Now 26, Sam stood at 5'10", weighed 170 pounds, and sported a tousle of sandy blond hair in contrast with his deep brown eyes. Sam's life was often occupied with business endeavors that kept him very busy. Ethan's maternal grandmother, Mabel Kelly, proved to be the rock of the family. Mabel was now 60 years old, stood at a small stature of 5'1", weighed 150 pounds, and had hair as white as snow. Her most striking feature, however, was her gentle sea-green eyes that always heightened her weathered face's beauty. One day, Ethan found himself walking home alone for the first time. The sight that met him shocked him, his home completely empty, devoid of the warmth and laughter he was accustomed to. Nervously, he sat down on the couch. Suddenly, with a blink, Ethan found himself in a far less cozy and familiar environment. His gaze fell on himself, revealing a body that seemed more mature yet beaten and bruised. He had become a woman. Her name was Lyla Kennedy. She was a 28-year-old woman, born on January 28, 1993. She stood at 5'6", weighed 130 pounds, and hailed from Illinois. Lyla's vivid red hair, sometimes dyed blonde, would cascade down to her waist, accentuated by her stunning green eyes. Just seconds ago, she had been battling the aftermath of a brutal shift at her job as a bartender. Before Ethan could get a hold of his new reality, a rough hand gripped his newly feminized feet, forcing a pair of strappy, black high heels upon them. The shoes were a discomfort he'd never experienced. He cringed, entirely out of character, quote, "I never thought serving drinks required such awful shoes. Damn it!" The harsh voice belonged to Thomas Morin, Lyla's overbearing boss at the bar. Standing at 6'2", a burly man in his 30s, Thomas flaunted his charm in slicked-back hair and piercing grey eyes. Born on October 31, 1990, he was notorious for his domineering ways. "You don't get to choose your shoes, Lyla. Now shut up," Thomas hissed, ruthlessly shoving a cheap black purse onto her shoulder. "Get out there," he ordered, pushing her toward 'her' new life. Fear and sadness surged within Ethan. "I'm going to miss mommy so much," he murmured, his heart aching at the thought of his mother. Reluctantly, he adjusted the skimpy outfit and the cumbersome purse. Stepping out but stumbling slightly in the shoes, he was reminded of the uncomfortable bruise on his side from a nasty fall earlier at the bar. It was the dawn of a new unwanted life, but Ethan knew he must endure.
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