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Question: Story: Write me a story the way I type 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. Angelica stared down at her wedding ring and tore 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. Angelica strutted 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. Angelica closed 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 for this story had a bad and permanent ending.
Once upon a time, there was a 6-year-old boy named Taylor. Today, he was to walk home alone for the first time, a task given to him by his 21-year-old mom. Although really nervous, he was determined not to let his mom or his little sister down. As he trudged along the city streets, he came across a couple arguing vehemently. Jonathan, a 33-year old burly man, and his 31-year-old wife, Angelica. Angelica, her fiery, shoulder-length red hair contrasting with her brown eyes, was adorned with several pieces of jewelry: Earrings, a necklace, and a wedding ring that gleamed – all betraying the ugly reality of a black eye and a bruised, twisted ankle. Short shorts, a small tucked-in shirt contrasted by a blazer, leather wedges, and her nails painted red, she precariously balanced style and the scars of an abusive relationship. Out of the blue, Jonathan roared, "Don't play with me, you bitch! I'm not in the mood today!" before slamming the car door shut. Angelica, left behind, muttered to herself, "Fuck you, too, you asshole." She shed tears and clung to her purse as if it were a lifeline. Her gaze then landed on the unsuspecting Taylor. Out of nowhere, she called out, "Young man? Can you come here for a moment?" Taylor, taken aback, stuttered, "Um, yes? Mommy needs me home soon. I promised her..." In response, Angelica said, "I'm sorry, but I can't do this anymore." As she grabbed Taylor's hands a strange electric shock passed through his body, knocking him off balance. His surroundings spiraled, his vision dimmed, and everything went black. When he opened his eyes again, foreign long red hair obscured his vision. Disoriented and perplexed, he noticed he was wearing the blazer, the shirt, the short shorts, and leather wedges that Angelica had on. To his shock and fright, he felt a pair of breasts on his now female body. His heart pounded as he realized he had switched bodies with Angelica. Frantic, Taylor pulled the rear-view mirror and saw his face had transformed into Angelica's but still retaining his childlike innocence and even innocence in Angelica's mature brown eyes. His painted nails shone back at him in contrast. Stumbling out of the car due to the wedges and twisted ankle, he grabbed Angelica's purse and started hobbling as fast as he could, his sole focus following his programmed path home. Suddenly, he heard a man call out and could swear the footsteps behind him were getting closer. Panic stricken, he headed for an alley, tripped, and fell down a large ditch, causing a shooting pain to course through his already twisted ankle. Tearing up, he whimpered, "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!" Just as he was trying to regain his composure, he saw his own body, under the control of Angelica, coming toward him. Begging, he implored to Angelica using his own voice, "Can I have my body back? I don't like being a girl! My ankle hurts and my eye won't open". Sadly, Angelica retorted, "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". With that, she snapped her fingers, leaving Taylor stuck in her body. Taylor felt his memories of his 6-year old life fading as Angelica's memory took over his mind. He struggled to cling to his innocence, his memories of building fighter planes out of Lego blocks to laughing gleefully at cartoons on a Saturday morning, all were replaced with Angelica's memories, Angelica's pain, Angelica's fear, Angelica's void. After a while, he gave up. The memories were now all Angelica's. His mind had consigned his life as a 6-year-old boy, named Taylor, to oblivion. Angelica, in Taylor's body, left his now crying soul alone in the ditch. Tears streaming down her face, Angelica now reached for her wedges and slipped them back on her feet, gritting her teeth due to the pain in her ankle. Her mirror showed no trace of the innocent Taylor, only Angelica with her war-painted face. She initiated the process of covering her black eye with some make-up from her purse and touched up her lipstick. Her heart pounded as Angelica's fear and anxiety overwhelmed her. teetered between the urge to find her wedding ring and toss it away altogether. She decided on the former, not wanting to aggravate her husband, Jonathan, anymore. As she slipped the ring back on, she mumbled, "Ow! My ankle hurts so much! Why do I keep running back to him? I wish I had the bravery to stand up to him. I am a 31-year-old woman, can't I find enough courage to defend myself against my abusive husband?" Staring back at her in the mirror, she saw no trace, no glimmer of the enchanting 6-year old Taylor. All that was left of him were traces of innocence in her brown eyes. Feeling a profound weight of devastation, Angelica knew she was destined to continue living a harsh and cruel life, stuck in an abusive marriage. She closed her eyes, choking back tears, as she steeled herself for a life that held nothing but violence and unhappiness. The story of Taylor and Angelica ended not with a beam of hope but with a sorrowful, irreversible twist of fate.
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