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Question: Story: Write me a story the way I type about 6 year old Victor shopping alone at Walgreens for the first time. Please have him be given money by his 21 year old mom. As he browsed the store, he was extremely nervous at how big the store was but eventually found the candy bar he wanted. As he was leaving, he got stopped by 38 year old Tyesha aka Princess Nigeria. She was a homeless woman of African American descent and had been homeless for 25 years. Please have Tyesha have a black and curly Afro style hair cut and have piercing brown eyes as well as hoop earrings as she was wearing a skin colored crop top, short shorts and platform sandals with her black purse on her shoulder and her fingernails and toenails were painted bright orange and have her have an eyebrow piercing as well as a tongue piercing and a tattoo of her ex-boyfriend which she had crossed out near her left butt cheek. Please have Tyesha say the quote "Hey sugar, you got a dollar or sum on you? You're so damn cute! I'm sorry if I'm scaring you if you don't got anything hon I understand" Please have Victor pull out his cash and hand it to Tyesha before feeling a jolt in his hands as his eyes lost vision before his world went dark and he opened his eyes. Please have Victor hear his own voice say "Hope that's enough money miss" causing his heart to start beating fast as he realized he didn't say that and he realized he was still holding the money. Please have Victor realize he's taller before looking down and feeling his longer curlier Afro style hair and seeing the skin colored crop top along with the short shorts and the platform sandals and the purse as well have him feel the hoop earrings hitting his neck and have him see the mounds on his chest which he doesn't know are boobs before realizing his skin is darker now and have him see his fingernails and toenails are painted orange before getting grossed out at how female he looked. Please have Victor go through the purse on his shoulder cringing at how small and feminine his orange nail painted hands were as he pulled out what he didn't know was tampons and pads and cigarettes and a lighter. Please have Victor say the quote "I'm.... a girl? I don't wanna be a girl! I wanna be a boy!" before covering his mouth at hearing his black female voice. Please have Victor carefully sit on the ground before removing the platform sandals and taking the purse off his shoulder deeming them too girly before standing up again and starting to walk. Please have Victor spot his reflection in the mirror and have him notice the marking which he doesn't know is a tattoo on his thigh before seeing the eyebrow piercing and now feeling the tongue piercing in his mouth and have him notice his hair and his hoop earrings more and have him stare his new female reflection in the eyes still maintaining his childlike innocence even through the mature female eyes. Please have Victor continue walking before feeling the hot pavement on his new female feet and have him step on a sharp pointy rock causing his left foot to hurt causing Victor lots of pain. Please have Victor see his own body coming up to him causing him to gain hope he may swap back only for his body to say the quote "I hope you enjoy your drink miss" before walking away shattering his hopes of being himself again. Please have Victor sit down on the pavement seeing his orange painted fingernails and toenails again making him cringe once again as he grabbed the platform sandals and uncomfortably slipped them back on his feet and put the purse back on his shoulder. Please have Victor stand up carefully and look down at the platform sandals on his female feet as he started walking carefully while looking at his feet to make sure he didn't trip or fall again eventually finding an alleyway that was empty just in time for nightfall. Please have Victor notice how gross the alley is before sitting down with the purse still on his shoulder. Please have Victor say the quote "It's so dark! I want my blanket! I want my mommy! She's supposed to tuck me in and kiss me goodnight so the monsters stay away" in his new black mature female voice as he held back tears. Please have Victor look around the alley as he curled up into a ball and his female eyes gazed upon his painted fingernails and toenails which were still in the platform sandals causing Victor to get scared even more as he was reminded he was in the body of a girl as he started shaking and crying and squeezed his eyes shut in fear hoping he was just having a bad dream and he would wake up as his 6 year old self unaware that he was now permanently stuck in the body of Tyesha and he would never be a boy again.
Once upon a time in a small town in Chicago, 6-year-old Victor nervously stepped into the overwhelming world of Walgreens, its sheer size intimidating him to no end. His young single mother, only 21, gave Victor some cash and asked him to go buy his favorite candy bar. Inside the store, his small frame felt lost amid the towering aisles. But Victor knew he was on a mission, and his determination led him to find exactly what he was sent to buy - a satisfying candy bar. With the prized candy bar now in his possession, Victor tentatively approached the exit, only to be intercepted by 38-year-old Tyesha, or better known as Princess Nigeria. This captivating woman was of African American descent and had been homeless for 25 years. Her curly Afro styled hair framed her face, highlighting the piercing brown eyes that peeked through. Her hoop earrings swayed gently as she moved, picking up the glints of her eyebrow and tongue piercings. The skin-colored crop top, short shorts, and platform sandals she wore made her stand out in the crowd. Her black purse slung over her shoulder, while her bright orange nails stood out starkly in contrast. "Hey sugar, you got a dollar or sum on you? You're so damn cute! I'm sorry if I'm scaring you if you don't got anything hon I understand," she asked in a soothing voice that belied her tough exterior. With a trembling hand, Victor pulled out his cash and handed it to Tyesha. Suddenly, he felt a strange jolt run through his small hands, and his world went dark. Moments later, when he opened his eyes, his world had turned upside down. Victor heard his voice saying "Hope that's enough money miss," but it wasn't really him saying it. His heart raced as he held onto the cash. He was taller than before, his hair felt longer and curlier, and beneath his fingertips were the fabric of the crop top, the purse's strap, and his hoop earrings, grazing his neck. And then, his hands brushed against the mounds on his chest. In disbelief, Victor glanced down at his newfound aspects. His skin had darkened, his hands were now small and feminine, and his nails painted a bright orange. The tattoo near his left butt cheek, which he didn’t recognize as belonging to Tysha, confused him. A strange disgust filled him at witnessing his transformation. "I'm.... a girl? I don't wanna be a girl! I wanna be a boy!" He exclaimed, his voice a octave higher than before. He went through the contents of the purse, pulling out tampons, pads, cigarettes, and a lighter he couldn't comprehend the use for. Standing up, he cringed at the reflection staring back at him in a nearby mirror. The piercing in his eyebrow and the one on the tongue that he could now physically feel startled him. His mature female reflection seemed only twisted by the eerie innocence in its eyes. Victor started walking unsteadily. The platform sandals rubbing against his tender feet. As he stepped on a painfully sharp rock, his foot hurt causing him to wince and whimper in pain. Out of nowhere, he saw his former body saunter by, the devastation sinking in as his own voice echoed, "I hope you enjoy your drink miss." His hopes shattered, he slipped back on the platform sandals and put the purse back on his shoulder. He meandered until he found an empty alleyway, desolate and dreary. The dark of the night cloaked him as he muttered to himself, "It's so dark! I want my blanket! I want my mommy! She's supposed to tuck me in and kiss me goodnight so the monsters stay away." The alley was grimy and eerie. He curled up, his hazel eyes fixating on his vividly painted nails again, instilling the reality of his nightmare. He was a girl. The thought had him shaking and crying silently. He wished that when he closed his eyes, he'd wake up from this nightmare as his 6-year-old self. Little did he understand that he had permanently taken the place of the once homeless woman, Princess Nigeria, and being a boy was now a part of history.
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