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Question: Story: Write me a story the way I write about 6 year old Taylor walking home alone for the first time with permission from his 21 year old mom. He was extremely nervous but felt determination to not let his mom or little sister down. As he walked through the city, he across a couple arguing aggressively. The couple were 33 year old Jonathan and his 31 year old wife Angelica. Please have Angelica be have her dyed red and be shoulder length and brown eyes and have earrings in her ears and a necklace and makeup on and lipstick on and a small shirt and blazer over her shirt and short shorts and leather wedges and have her nails be painted red and have a wedding ring on her finger and have a black eye and a bruised and twisted ankle as well as a purse in her lap. Please have Jonathan say the quote "Don't play with me you bitch! I'm not in the mood today!" before slamming the car door shut. Please have Angelica say the quote "Fuck you too you asshole" quietly under her breath before crying and coddling her purse before spotting the 6 year old boy. Please have Angelica say the quote "Young man? Can you come here for a moment?" Please have Taylor say the quote "Um yes? Mommy needs me home soon. I promised her" Please have Angelica say the quote "I'm sorry but I can't do this anymore" before grabbing Taylor's hands causing his head to start spinning as a shock went through his whole body and his vision went black. Opening his eyes, Taylor felt confused and worried. Please have Taylor realize one of his eyes doesn't wanna seem to open before noticing long red hair getting in his face and have him look down to see the blazer, the shirt, the short shorts and the leather wedges as well as the purse, the wedding ring, the necklace and have him notice the boobs on his chest before freaking out. Please have him pull the rear view mirror only to notice his nails were now painted red and see his new female reflection with the black eye still maintaining his child innocence even with the new mature female eyes he now had. Please have Taylor get out of the car stumbling in pain over the twisted ankle he didn't know he had due to the wedges still being on before removing them and running with the wedges and the purse in his hand in fear of wanting to go home before hearing a man yelling in his direction. Please have Taylor start running faster as he looked behind him to see the man start to run after him. Please have Taylor fall down a large ditch before feeling a massive amount of pain in the already twisted ankle Angelica already had before swapping bodies with Taylor. Please have Taylor say the quote "I'm not a girl! I'm scared! Why am I wearing makeup and nail polish like mommy!" Why do I have things on my chest?" Why do I sound like a girl? I wanna go home!" as tears welled up in his eyes. Please have Taylor spot his own body coming down the large ditch before kneeling next to him in his new female body. Please have Taylor say the quote "Can I have my body back? I don't like being a girl! My ankle hurts and my eye won't open" Please have Angelica say the quote "Sorry baby but no. I'm here to replace your memories with my own. I felt bad I only swapped your body with mine and not your mind. Once you forget about your good life you won't be missing out on anything anymore" before snapping her fingers and climbing back up the ditch. Please have Taylor start crying as his childlike memories started being overridden by memories of Angelica being abused and fighting and caving to Jonathan. Please have Taylor try to hold onto at least be a stronger Angelica than the real one only to have his hopes crushed as he saw memories of Angelica in the car just before she stopped Taylor until Taylor only remembered being Angelica. The new Angelica laid her head down in the grass as a massive headache took over her brain. Please have the new Angelica get up as she looks around and scans her surroundings. Please have Angelica say the quote "What the fuck? Why am I in some random ass ditch? Why am I barefoot? Shit! My husband's probably so fucking pissed! I'm so in trouble when he finds me" she said with a shakiness in her voice. Please have Angelica sit down in the grass and slip her wedges back on her feet before putting her purse on her shoulder and have her start climbing up the ditch grunting and wincing in pain at her twisted ankle. Please have Angelica stare down at her wedding ring and tear it off her finger tossing it. Please have Angelica say the quote "Ow! My damn ankle hurts so much! Why do I keep running back to him? I really wish I had the bravery to stand up to him. Better find my wedding ring before I piss off my husband even more. 31 year old woman who can't even find enough courage to defend myself against my abusive husband" Angelica eventually found her wedding ring slipping it back on her finger. Please have Angelica strut over to a nearby mirror staring her reflection in her eyes the youthfulness of Taylor no longer present as he now believed he was Angelica. The new Angelica pulled some concealer out of her purse and started working her magic to cover up her black eye to the best of her ability before touching up on her lipstick and her makeup in general as well as bending down and making sure her wedges were on her feet tight. Please have Angelica close her eyes holding back tears as she thought about what her husband would do to her after he found her having no memory of being 6 year old Taylor doomed to spend the rest of her life in an abusive marriage.
Once upon a time, on a day when courage was tested and lives were altered, six-year-old Taylor got the permission from his 21-year old mom to walk home alone for the first time. Fear tugged at each step he made but above all, he was determined not to disappoint his mom and baby sister waiting for him at home. As he strode through the city, he stumbled upon a scene that was too mature for his tender age. A couple was arguing heatedly; the 33-year-old man, Jonathan, and his wife, Angelica, who was just 31. Angelica was dressed uncomfortably, her attractive figure emphasized by a small shirt, a blazer and short shorts, all paired with fashionable leather wedges. Her dyed red hair that fell on her shoulders framed her striking brown eyes. Various accessories adorned her, from earrings and a necklace to a wedding ring, all contrasting sharply against the predominant red hue of her nails. Yet, beneath the glamorous exterior was a bruised woman, evident from her black eye, twisted ankle, and the defeated slump of her shoulders. Suddenly, Jonathan's harsh words, "Don't play with me, you bitch! I'm not in the mood today!" echoed through the silent street before he slammed the car door shut. Angelica murmured an aggressive comeback under her breath before sinking into the front seat, her sobs muffled by her clenched hand over her mouth. Spotting young Taylor, she waved him over, came up with a sudden radical plan. Asking him to hold her hands, an unannounced wave of energy erupted, causing him to black out abruptly. When he finally woke up, everything was different. His vision was compromised, his head was blanketed with a sea of red hair, and there were foreign weighty objects on his chest. Stricken, he stumbled out, noticing the stark pain in his ankle, realizing that he was now wearing Angelica's leather wedges. Horrified, Taylor assesses himself in the mirror, confusion evident in his newly feminine eyes. His exterior reflected Angelica, yet, the innocence of a child remained. His mind couldn't grasp how he went from being a 6-year-old boy to a 31-year-old woman with a bruised face. The transformation had scared him and in a frantic impulse, he ran away from this nightmare. As he ran, his old body now occupied by Angelica came to a halt and she watched with sorrow. He tripped, twistinhis already wrecked ankle. Amidst the crushing pain, he cried out his confusion, his fear of being tangibly different. His pleas to be returned to his body echoed in the deceptively calm night. Angelica however refused, saying she had one more transformation to make, before the darkness enveloped him again. Suddenly, he could feel his own memories receding, replaced by images of abuse, entrapment, and hopelessness that were Angelica's. He was now left as a mere spectator, watching her memories relay, as they formed his new unwanted reality. He had a fleeting hope to be a stronger Angelica, but all hopes crashed when the last memory of Angelica surfaced - the one in the car just before she encountered him. Awakening, Angelica, formerly Taylor, found herself back in her wrecked body, in an unknown ditch. Bewilderment marked her face, as she could not remember how or why she ended up there. She slipped her wedges back on with a grimace, rubbing her sore ankle that asked for immediate medical attention. Tearing off her wedding ring, she tossed it away in a surge of rebellion, only to look for it fearing the wrath of her husband. She found the ring and clamped her hold over it, feeling its metal reassuring, its familiar presence helping her establish her identity. Playing Angelica's part, the new Angelica disguised her injuries and tidied herself up before finally accepting the bitter reality of her transformed existence. The strong and vibrant spirit of Taylor had now been suppressed behind the image of a broken woman, resigned to her harsh fate. Each step she took resonated with a heavy melancholy, the mirror reflecting the woman held prisoner by an abusive relationship. The innocent child had disappeared, morphed into the resilient but emotionally bruised woman. The glamour was there, but the joy was missing; the sparkle in the eyes was gone, replaced by hopelessness and despair. Despite the daunting road ahead, she willed herself to persist for survival was all that mattered now.
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