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Question: Story: Write me a story the way I type about 6 year old Donald going to the store alone for the first time with money his 22 year old mom gave him. He was browsing for the longest time looking at all the candy, soda, chips and cookies the San Francisco store had to offer when he suddenly saw out of the corner of his eye a woman aggressively speedwalking past him. The woman's name was Cynthia Henderson. She was a 54 year old woman who was a notorious shoplifter hitting up all the stores in the surrounding San Francisco area. She had her long brown hair in curls and her piercing brown eyes as she wore a black blazer over a tan blouse, women's shorts and a pair of tan flip flops with her large black purse slung over her shoulder. She was also wearing a pair of earrings, a necklace and her wedding ring as she was married to the chief of police in the city. As Cynthia stood in front of the meats section of the store, she grabbed some steaks shoving them in her purse. Out of nowhere, Cynthia's eyes met Donald's as she got a smirk on her face and started speedwalking in his direction. Donald frozen in fear, felt Cynthia shove him as hard as she could out of the way. Donald felt extremely dizzy as he lost his balance before suddenly opening his eyes and realizing he was taller. Looking down, he saw the same blazer and blouse, shorts and flip flops the woman was wearing as well as the same purse now slung over his shoulder. Looking in a nearby mirror, Donald saw the woman's reflection staring back at him instead of his own. Noticing the earrings, the necklace and the wedding ring disgusted him. Please have Donald say the quote "You're a bad guy. You're a meanie. Too girly. I don't wanna be like mommy or grandma" immediately noticing he now sounded older than his mom. He removed the wedding ring, necklace, earrings, blazer and flip flops as well as the purse deeming them all too girly. Donald walked a few steps before deciding he wanted to put back everything the woman had shoved in her purse. Please have Donald say the quote "Stealing is wrong. I wanna be good" Picking up the woman's purse, Donald started pulling items out and setting them on the ground in the aisle. Donald then pulled a wine out of the bottom of Cynthia's purse and went to put it back when his hand brushed up against another bottle of wine sending a shock through his body and up into his brain. Suddenly, Donald felt his memories shifting and changing as he started seeing visions of his life as Cynthia. With pride and determination that he was becoming a better Cynthia, Donald only hoped so. His dreams were immediately shattered as he started remembering times as Cynthia stealing lots of things and mocking customers and employees as she walked out. Donald eventually ceased to exist and Cynthia was all that was left. The new Cynthia was confused before spotting all the stuff on the floor. Cynthia looked around spotting a woman watching her. Shooting the girl a nasty look eventually scared her off and Cynthia went back to smiling as she bent down and started shoving everything back into her purse including 2 extra bottles of wine. As Cynthia stood back up, she noticed she wasn't wearing shoes and some of her jewelry was missing. Eventually finding the aisle with her things, she sat her purse gently on the ground as she slipped her flip flops back on, reapplied her necklace, reapplied her earrings and put her wedding ring back on. Picking up her purse again and throwing it over her shoulder, Cynthia was stopped by a female employee who asked to go through her bag. Please have Cynthia say the quote "Do you have a warrant? Or are you just hassling me cause I'm a vulnerable old lady who's out trying to do some shopping? Don't make me call my husband on you and report you for harassment. I've been alive longer than you have little girl" before laughing and walking away from her. Cynthia smiled as she clip clopped out of the store as another female employee yelled out at her thanks for stealing from our store all the time. Please have Cynthia say the quote "Anytime. It's so fun aggravating stupid little minimum wage employees and reminding you how worthless you really are" as she clip clopped out to her car. Cynthia sat her large purse on the floor of the passenger seat of her minivan and went through grabbing the wines and setting them in her cup holders. Please have Cynthia say the quote "Another successful day of shoplifting from a ghetto little store that really should be shut down anyway. I love how these stores just allow you to grab wine right off the shelf so a lady like me never goes thirsty" she said laughing maliciously as she drove off having no memory of being 5 year old Don and having no memory of wanting to be a better Cynthia than the real one was.
Once upon a time, in the bustling city of San Francisco, a little 6-year-old boy named Donald took his first brave, independent steps towards adulthood by venturing to the store alone. His mother, only 22 herself, gave him a few coins and tried not to worry too much. Donald was mesmerized by the rich selection of candies, sodas, chips, and cookies. He found himself lost in the colorful world before him. Amidst the rainbow of treats, a woman, Cynthia Henderson, aggressively speed-walked past him, catching his attention with her fury pace and audacious demeanor. Cynthia, a 54-year-old with a notorious reputation for shoplifting, had curls cascading down her shoulders and a gleam in her piercing brown eyes. She was adorned in a black blazer that she wore over a tan blouse, fitted shorts, and a pair of tan flip flops. A large black purse was slung over her shoulder, paired with dangling earrings, a necklace, and a wedding ring - she was the wife of the city's police chief. She hovered over the meats section of the store, unabashedly slipping steaks into her purse. However, Cynthia's sly actions didn't go unnoticed. Little Donald, his eyes wide with surprise, caught sight of her theft. Without a moment's delay, their eyes locked. A smirk formed on Cynthia's face as she quickly approached the young boy, shoving him out of her way. Suddenly, incredibly, Donald's world spun. When he recovered, he stared in disbelief at his reflection in a nearby mirror - it was not his but rather Cynthia’s. He was taller, older, adorned in a woman's attire: the blouse, blazer, shorts, flip flops, earrings, necklace, and wedding ring. Looking at the image reflected back at him, he exclaimed, "You're a bad guy. You're a meanie. Too girly. I don't wanna be like mommy or grandma." Donald, disgusted by his transformation, quickly removed the girlish attire. Old beyond his years, he defiantly declared, “Stealing is wrong. I wanna be good.” He then proceeded to empty out the purse, ensuring each item was returned to its rightful place. Unfortunately, as he tried putting back a bottle of wine, he brushed against another bottle that sent an electric shock through his body, transforming his memories. In a flash, Donald's innocence was replaced with the cynical experiences of Cynthia. He experienced all her past thefts and her brazen attitude towards her victims. Intent on being a better Cynthia, his morals were quickly crowded out by the harsh feelings of her cunning ploys. Little Donald faded away, replaced entirely by the shoplifter Cynthia. Bewildered by the items strewn on the floor, Cynthia looked around, her eyes landing on a panicked female employee. Scaring her away with a glare, she quickly scooped up her items, slipped back into her jewelry and shoes, and shouldered her purse. As she tried to exit the store, the employee requested to check her bag, to which Cynthia indignantly responded with a sneer, "Do you have a warrant? Or are you just hassling me cause I'm a vulnerable old lady who's out trying to do some shopping? Don't make me call my husband on you and report you for harassment. I've been alive longer than you have, little girl." Dismissing the shocked employee, she sauntered out, greeted by another staff member who sarcastically thanked her for her habitual theft. With a smirk, Cynthia shot back, "Anytime. It's so fun aggravating stupid little minimum wage employees and reminding you how worthless you really are." Once in her minivan, Cynthia chuckled at her spoils, especially the bottles of wine snugly fit in the cup holders. "Another successful day of shoplifting from a ghetto little store that really should be shut down anyway. I love how these stores just allow you to grab wine right off the shelf so a lady like me never goes thirsty," she laughed maliciously, driving off into the fading sunset. Lost in her triumph, she forgot entirely about the little boy, Donald, and his noble hopes of being a better version of her. Happy endings, it seemed, were not for everyone.
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