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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 very young mom's name, age, birthday, birth year, height, weight, hair color and style and eye color. Include his very young dad'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 mid conversation and have him suddenly feel his new body awkwardly. Have the conversation the boy is suddenly hearing be about something feminine and have it be in quoted text as the girls talk about their looks and clothes and shoes and cute boys in a very detailed description and have one of the girls suddenly look at the boy addressing him like he's their friend asking her opinion on something. Have him look down realizing he was in the body of a girl. Include the girl's name, age being an older teen, birthday being very early in the year, birth year, height, weight, race being white, hair color and style and eye color, what state she was from, what she was wearing being girly and feminine with a detailed description on the outfit being skimpy and not a dress and made for the summer heat and include her shoes being feminine and flat with a detailed description of the shoes and anything else she was wearing and pieces to her outfit and purse included and have the girl be with some other girls and include their names and ages all being the same age as the girl whose body he was now in but the girl whose body he's in still being the oldest and one of them being younger than everyone else and include their birthdays and who they were to her with one of them being a younger family member. 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 jewelry he now had getting nervous and sad. Include the place the girl was walking to or from and if the girl was doing something or celebrating a mature accomplishment teenage girls celebrate and what it was or why and have it be about the girl celebrating a milestone the boy was in the body of and what it was. Have the friends address the boy by his new name consistently and the girl's family member consistently refer to her like she was family and have it be in quoted text bothering him. Have her friends refer to her by her nickname they have for her and have it be in quoted text. Have him unwillingly say something bratty about her friends and have it be in quoted text unwillingly doing something mean to the girl's female family member being detailed with what she did to the family member and doing something else mean to the family member with a detailed description on that too. Have the female family member ask to borrow something of hers and have it be in quoted text including what it is. Have the boy unwillingly say no and have it be in quoted text coming out in a very aggressive bratty teenage girl way and change the quote to show the altered quote of what the boy ended up saying versus what he wanted to say. Have the girl's friends not be surprised at her bratty behavior. Have him unwillingly do something a bratty girl would do to her outfit and have it be detailed and have him unwillingly do something with her purse to show off and her shoes to show off and have it all be detailed. Have her unwillingly pull multiple things out of her purse using them on herself in bratty ways with detailed descriptions. Please have the boy in the girl's body walk very far away from the girl's friends before seeing his reflection in the mirror seeing the girl instead of himself. Have him look down at his new body slipping out of his shoes seeing his new female feet. Have him say "I'm going to miss mommy and grandma and everybody so much" and have it be in quoted text but change the quoted text to sound like a bratty teenage girl complaining about something about her boyfriend and show the altered quoted text of what he ended up saying versus what he wanted to say and list 5 things in the quoted text he complained about. Have the boy pull the girl's ID out of her purse somehow finding noticing the birthday of the girl he now was. Have his heart drop as he first realizes he was born an earlier year than before and have his heart drop even more as he saw his birth year was too early and his mom would now be too young to be able to give birth to him now and include the birthday being mentioned. Have his heartbeat start going faster as he said "I don't wanna be older than myself and my friends i want my mommy and daddy" and have it be in quoted text but change the quoted text to sound like a bratty teenage girl complaining about something feminine and show the altered quoted text of what he ended up saying versus what he wanted to say and list 5 things he unwillingly ends up complaining about in the quoted text and also complaining about his current surroundings in a very detailed way.
Sure, here is a detailed and thorough story following your guidelines: --- Tommy Hartford was a carefree seven-year-old boy with an infectious smile and boundless energy. He had just turned seven on July 24, 2016. Standing at 4 feet tall and weighing a mere 45 pounds, Tommy was a curious and adventurous child. His white skin was dotted with freckles, and his curious blue eyes were like little pools of mischief. His straight, sandy-blonde hair was cut into a tidy bowl cut that always managed to look a bit unruly no matter how often his very young mother combed it. Tommy’s mom, Jessica Hartford, was barely 25, born on March 7, 1991. She stood at 5 feet 6 inches tall with a slender build weighing around 125 pounds. She had long, wavy brown hair that cascaded down her back and expressive hazel eyes that gave her a warm and inviting look. Tommy’s dad, Alex Hartford, was only 27, born on February 10, 1989. He was a tall man at 6 feet 1 inch, with a muscular build weighing 190 pounds. His dark brown hair was cropped short, and his eyes were a striking shade of green, always seeming to twinkle with amusement. On this particular day, Tommy was home alone, engrossed in his newest LEGO set, intensely focused on constructing a castle. Jessica had just stepped out to run some errands, and Alex was at work. Suddenly, a strange sensation washed over Tommy. He felt his whole body go cold, and a chill ran down his spine. It was as if something was pulling him from the inside out. "Wh-what's happening?" he whispered to himself, feeling an odd warmth spreading through his body. Before he could call out for help, his spirit seemed to lift from his body, speeding off in a random direction, leaving his physical form behind. Tommy couldn't understand what was happening, but he found himself soaring through the sky at an incredible speed. It felt like no time passed at all before he was inside someone else, abruptly stopping their walk. The sensation of having limbs so different from his own, and the uncomfortable unfamiliarity of a different body, overwhelmed him. “Oh my god, did you see the latest summer collection at the boutique?” a girl’s voice said, snapping Tommy from his disoriented state. The other girls around her began to giggle and chat animatedly about fashion, looks, and boys. “Yeah, I got these adorable wedge sandals,” another girl replied. “Don’t you think they would look absolutely fab with that pink tank top and white shorts I got last week?” Tommy blinked several times, struggling with the foreign body language, and looked down. He realized he was in the body of a girl. "What in the world?" he whispered to himself, but it came out as a distinctly feminine voice. He was now in Amelia “Amy” Jenkins, a 17-year-old born on January 6, 2005. She stood at 5 feet 4 inches tall and weighed around 115 pounds. Amy had wavy blonde hair cascading to her shoulders and sparkling blue eyes. She hailed from sunny California. She was wearing a very girly and summery outfit: a skimpy pink crop top and white denim shorts. On her feet were light pink flats adorned with tiny bows, and slung over her shoulder was a stylish white purse. “Oh, Amy, what do you think of these new nail polishes?” one of her friends, named Brianna, asked. Brianna was the same age and one of Amy's best friends. “I can’t decide between the coral or the aqua!” Tommy looked down at his new body, taking in the jewelry that adorned his wrists and neck. Nervously, he realized he was truly Amelia. He clutched the purse tighter, feeling a sense of panic rise. Amy’s other friends, Hailey and Sarah, both 17 as well, and her younger cousin, Jenna, who had just turned 16 on May 10, 2005, were all walking to the local ice cream parlor to celebrate Amy passing her driver’s test. Jenna looked up to Amy like an older sister, always seeking her approval. “Isn’t my skirt the cutest, Amy?” Jenna asked, twirling around in a new floral skirt. “Yeah, like, whatever,” Tommy found himself saying, unable to control the bratty tone that came out. “And nope, Bri, neither of those colors suit you. I wouldn't be caught dead in them.” The words stung both Brianna, who frowned, and Jenna, who looked hurt. Jenna then asked, “Amy, can I borrow your lip gloss? Pretty please?” “No way, Jenna. It’s too perfect for you to ruin it,” he snapped in an aggressive, bratty teenage girl way. What he wanted to say was, “Sure, of course, Jenna.” but it came out sharply, “Absolutely not, Jenna. You'd just mess it up.” His unwilling actions continued as he adjusted Amy’s crop top to show off more skin and decided to flaunt her purse and shoes in an exaggerated manner, walking with a haughty strut. He then pulled a compact mirror from the purse and checked his reflection, applying more lip gloss and fluffing Amy’s hair in a showy, snobbish manner, much to the dismay of her friends who were used to her frequent bratty acts. Tommy couldn't control the tears that welled up in his new eyes. “I'm going to miss mommy and grandma and everybody so much,” he wanted to say, but what blurted out was, "I can’t believe my hair is so frizzy today! I hate this heat, these shoes are killing my feet, and ugh, can’t believe I’m out in this weather. And my boyfriend didn't even text me good luck for my test!” Instead of expressing his longing for his family, he was complaining about trivial things in a typical teenage girl manner. When he got a chance to walk far enough ahead of his friends, he sought a reflective surface. Stumbling across a store window, he looked at the reflection and saw Amelia staring back at him. He gazed down at his new body, slipping out of the pink flats to observe his new female feet. “I don’t wanna be older than myself and my friends. I want my mommy and daddy,” he mumbled to himself but what came out was, “I can’t believe my favorite top got stained! I swear, I'm gonna kill Jordan if he keeps ignoring my texts. Plus, my nails look awful, and I need a new phone case; this one is embarrassing!” Instead of expressing his sudden and profound loss, he was complaining about things Amelia would likely whine about. Desperate for some sense of clarity, he dug through the purse and found Amelia’s ID. The birthday that greeted him was one from an earlier year than his own – January 6, 2005. His heart sank as he did the math, realizing that his mom would now be too young to have given birth to him. The weight of his situation began to dawn on him fully, and he felt his heartbeat accelerate. He was now undeniably stuck in this older body, far removed from the innocence of his seven-year-old self.
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