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Question: Write me a long and thorough and detailed story the way I write about a random little boy with a description of the boy's name, age, birthday, birth year, height, weight, race being white, hair color and style and eye color and what he's doing. Include his mom's name, age, birthday, birth year, height, weight, hair color and style and eye color. Have the boy be at home doing something all by himself and have something suddenly feel off with him and describe what he's feeling. Have him suddenly feel his spirit leave his body speeding off in a random direction. Have his spirit fly into someone else's body possessing it. Include a weird reason for why his spirit left his body and include it in the story detailed. Have him possess the person midwalking and have him suddenly feel his new body awkwardly. Have him look down realizing he was in the body of a woman. Include the woman's name, age, birthday, birth year, height, weight, race, hair color and style and eye color, what state she was from, what she was wearing being feminine and skimpy for the summer heat and include her shoes being skimpy and feminine for the summer heat with a detailed description of the shoes and have them not be heels or raised or wedges and anything else she was wearing accessories and jewelry and pieces to her outfit included and have the woman be with some other people and include their names and ages and who they were to her. Have the swap be permanent as the boy looked down at the purse he now had on his new shoulder and have him notice the tattoos and piercings he now had getting nervous and sad. Include the place the woman was walking to or from and if the woman was doing something or celebrating something and what it was or why and have it be about the woman the boy was in the body of and what it was. Have the friends address the boy by his new name consistently and have it be in quoted text bothering him. Have the friends also acknowledge the thing they're celebrating for the woman not being a promotion or a birthday and have it be in quoted text trying to calm down their friend not knowing why she was acting weird reminding her her age and she was an adult and to relax suggesting she have something to drink being alcoholic and what it was.
There was a little boy named Ethan Parker. He was seven years old, born on October 2, 2015. At a small stature of 3'8" and weighing just 50 pounds, Ethan was a lively little bundle of joy. His fair skin was dotted with light freckles, his hair was a tousle of chestnut brown that he often insisted on combing to the side just like his favorite superhero. His wide, inquisitive blue eyes constantly searched for new adventures to embark on around his home. Ethan’s mother, Lisa Parker, was a loving, attentive figure in his life. She was 35 years old, born on May 16, 1988. Standing at 5'6" and weighing a healthy 130 pounds, Lisa had long, wavy brown hair that shimmered in the sunlight and hazel eyes that seemed to emanate warmth. Lisa was in the kitchen, whipping up a quick dinner while Ethan was busy in the living room. The boy was engrossed in his favorite toy — a small red firetruck — which he pushed back and forth across the carpet, making siren noises with his mouth. Suddenly, Ethan felt a strange sensation, like a shiver that wouldn't go away. It escalated, sending tingles through his entire body. His vision blurred, and a moment of dizziness overtook him. Everything felt wrong, deeply wrong. Before he could call out for his mom, Ethan felt his spirit jerk free from his physical form and speed through an unseen path. Panicked, he watched as his home and familiar surroundings zipped past him in a blur. His spirit flew until it found itself yanked into another body, a body that felt awkward and foreign. Ethan stumbled mid-stride in the new body and looked down with confused eyes. He was shocked to see long, well-tanned legs clad in a pair of skimpy denim shorts. His gaze continued downward to see that he was wearing strappy sandals, which consisted of thin, light-pink straps crisscrossing over manicured toes. The feminine and skimpy outfit completed the look with a tight, crop top, which exposed a fair amount of midriff, and various pieces of jewelry including hoop earrings, a bracelet, and some rings. The body Ethan was now inhabiting belonged to a woman named Marissa Thompson. She was 27 years old, born on March 31, 1996. Marissa stood at 5'7" and weighed about 140 pounds. Her hair hung in loose, beachy waves, and was a striking platinum blonde. Her sharp, green eyes were accentuated with eyeliner, and her full lips wore a light gloss. Ethan realized he was in California, an entirely different state from where he had been in Ohio. Marissa’s close friends were walking with her, chattering and laughing, blissfully unaware of the monumental shift that had just occurred within their friend. Next to Ethan (as Marissa) was Julia, 28, and Claire, 26. They were heading toward a bar to celebrate Marissa's completing her master's degree. "Marissa, why are you acting so strange?" Julia asked, tilting her head in concern. Claire nodded in agreement, glancing at Marissa with a mix of amusement and worry. Ethan wanted to scream. This was all a bizarre dream, a surreal nightmare. He tried to get a grip, taking in the tattoos on his—Marissa’s—arms and the piercings in her ears. Panic bubbled within him. His slender fingers clutched the purse strap hanging on his new shoulder, and the feelings of nervousness and sadness welled up. It was sinking in fast: this wasn’t temporary. He was stuck like this. "It's alright, Marissa, relax. You've done an amazing job. Remember, you're an adult now, 27! Celebrate your achievements!" Claire encouraged with a supportive smile. "Here, why don't you start the night with a margarita? It'll calm your nerves." Julia suggested, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her into the bar. The weight of realization hit Ethan hard, the permanence of the swap was overwhelming. His friends tried their best to give comfort, even if they had no idea why ‘Marissa’ was acting this way. The celebration continued, their words punctuated by laughter and cheer, but all Ethan could think about was the surreal trap he found himself in, hoping somehow, someway, he would find a way back to his old self.
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