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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 start strutting down the road stressed out as she stares down at her wedding ring and tears 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? We've been married over 10 years and he still doesn't know how to treat a lady. My fucking ankle and my black eye are testament to that. I really wish I had the bravery to stand up to him. Better find my wedding ring before I piss him off 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. 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 and no memory of the innocent life she once had that was taken from her.
In the blurry warmth of a summer afternoon, six-year-old Taylor shuffled nervously along the busy city streets. His twenty-one-year-old mom had finally given him permission to walk home alone from school. It was a mixed feeling of fear gnawing at his tiny brave heart and the determination to claim this victory, not just for himself, but for the sake of his mom and little sister. As he rounded the corner, the frail child came across a car parked by the roadside. Inside it, a heated quarrel reached its climax. The harsh voice of thirty-three-year-old Jonathan thundered out of the car windows, followed by the slam of a car door. He spat out, "Don't play with me you bitch! I'm not in the mood today!" His words echoed down the silent street. Inside the car, thirty-one-year-old Angelica sat there, with her shoulder-length hair dyed vibrant red. Her brown eyes were glossy with unshed tears. She was adorned in an outfit that accentuated her petite frame—a small shirt, a blazer slung over her shoulders, short shorts, and leather wedges. Accents like a gold necklace, thick crimson lipstick, earrings, a wedding ring, a lamé purse, and crimson nail polish completed her look. But her bruised face and twisted ankle told a darker side of her glamorous appearance. "Fuck you too, you asshole..." She muttered under her breath, clutching her purse before spotting Taylor. She called out to him, her voice shaky, "Young man? Can you come here for a moment?" Taylor hesitated for a moment before responding, "Um yes? Mommy needs me home soon. I promised her" Angelica's hands shot out to grab Taylor's. A pulse of shock passed through his body, his vision went blurry before darkness engulfed him entirely. When Taylor came to, he struggled to get back on his feet. Something felt horribly wrong. He could only open one eye while the other was shut sealed, his vision obstructed by a cascade of red hair. His hands reached for his face, only to feel the unfamiliar weight of earrings pulling at his earlobes. But the strangest part, he looked down to see Angelica's attire gracing his body. The blazer, the tiny shirt, the shorts, and the wedges, and... He grabbed the rear-view mirror only to see Angelica's face staring back at him, with his child innocence still etched deep in her brown eyes. In a panic, he stumbled out of the car, whimpering as the pain coursed through his twisted ankle. He removed the wedges, he couldn't think, he needed to get home. But a man's voice was screaming after him, and he broke into a run. His flight was cut short when he ducked into a hidden ditch, collapsing onto the ground as a new wave of pain radiated from his abused ankle. Wails escaped his lips, “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!” His body—his own lost body—was standing there, Angelica's mind shining through his eyes. Desperately, he reached out, imploring, “Can I have my body back? I don't like being a girl! My ankle hurts and my eye won’t open!” “Sorry baby, but no. I'm here to replace your memories with my own. I felt bad I only swapped your body with mine, not your mind. Once you forget about your good life, you won't be missing out on anything anymore," Angelica said before climbing up the ditch, leaving Taylor on his own. His tears fell like rain as he was forced to confront a flood of alien memories. He saw Angelica’s life from her eyes, the pain and depression she endured, the torment she suffered from her harsh husband. His consciousness was slowly replaced by hers until there was no difference between the two. Confused and disoriented, he clambered out of the ditch, Angelica's determination fueling his will. “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 looked down to her twisted ankle, feeling a pang of regret and guilt. "I really wish I had the bravery to stand up to him. Better find my wedding ring before I piss him off even more." Angelica found the ring, slid it back on her finger, and dusted herself off. Her face stared back from a nearby mirror — no trace of Taylor's youthful innocence remained; he was now fully Angelica. Climate tears held back as she dabbed at the black eye with concealer, fearful of what lay ahead for her. She had no memory of being six years old Taylor; she was a 31-year old woman weathering a storm in a loveless marriage, bound by a ring that represented an empty oath, a guilty conscience, and years of conditioning and abuse.
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