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Question: The year is 2024. Write me a long and thorough and detailed story the way I type about a random 6 year old boy with a description of the boy's name, where he's from in the US, birthday, race being white, birth year, height, weight, hair color, hairstyle, eye color and what he's wearing shoes included and what he sounds like as he walks home alone for the first time with permission from his young mom. Include his mom's name, age, birthday and birth year, height, and weight. Include his dad's name, age, birthday and birth year, height and weight and have him not be in his son's life and explain why. Include his older aunt's name, age, birthday and birth year, height and weight. Include his older uncle's name, age being younger than his aunt, birthday and birth year being younger than his aunt, height and weight and have him not be present either. Include his grandma's name, age, birthday and birth year, height and weight. Have the boy be excited to tell all the cool stories about walking alone he was gonna to his mom and grandma when he went over to her house and his loving stuffed animal and his dog. Have him get home and fall asleep. Have him jerk awake at some point in the night when he realizes he's not even sleeping in a bed anymore. Have him look down realizing he's wearing a wedding dress and wedding sandals with a description of the dress and sandals and have him doing something random with a description of what he's doing with his hands gripping random feminine wedding items with a description of the items. Have the boy look his body assuming he's still in his own body but just wearing girly clothes when he looks at his hands realizing his fingers are dainty and feminine. Have him look down at his chest realizing he actually has boobs and have him see his feminine sandals with his dainty feet. Include the woman's name, race not being white, what state in the US she's from, age being older than his aunt, birthday, birth year being older than his aunt, height, weight, eye color, hair color, hairstyle and who she is and what she does for work if she has a job and who she's getting married to and who all is attending the wedding and who wasn't invited and where she's getting married and what she was doing before the boy possessed her body. Have the boy try to stand up looking at his new reflection when he stumbles in the sandals landing on the ground. Have him say how he misses his mommy and have it be in quoted text before covering his mouth hearing his new womanly voice. Have him say how he wants to go home and have it be in quoted text unwillingly adding something positive a bride would say about her shoes at the end. Have him squeeze his eyes shut as he realizes the swap is permanent.
In a quaint town of Athens, Georgia, where the Dogwood trees lined the sidewalks, was the home of an innocent six-year-old boy, named James Whitaker. James, a white delight with bubbling enthusiasm, was born on a sunny day of June 27, 2018. Standing about 3.8 feet tall, with a weight arrangement of 45 pounds, James was the epitome of serenity with his sandy blonde hair, neatly combed aside every day. His bright blue eyes sparkled with an amusing comparison to his crisp white T-shirt, and knee-length denim shorts; a sense of pure bliss. His shoes, or rather the much-loved scuffed converse sneakers, donned on his feet with the confidence of adventurous journeys they were a part of. His voice, as sweet as a songbird’s melody, mixing effortlessly with the sound of his sneakers hitting the pavement, resonated through the otherwise quiet street. James was ecstatic beyond measure as his mom, Emily Whitaker, a young woman of 28, gave him permission to walk home alone for the first time. Born on April 4, 1996, Emily was a slender woman of 5'5", weighing around 120 pounds. Her encouraging green eyes bore all the love she held for her son, the only thing she had left from her fleeting relationship with Benjamin, James' father. Benjamin Foley, a robust man standing 6 feet tall and weighing 180 pounds, was born on March 2, 1992, making him two years older than Emily. Despite his commanding presence and burly build, Benjamin lacked emotional strength. He opted out of James's life, claiming he wasn't ready for a life of responsibility, leaving Emily to singlehandedly fill the roles of both parents. Despite the absence of their father, James had a caring family, including his beloved aunt, Susan Whitaker, who was his mum's older sister. Susan, now turning 34, had been a beam of serenity in the sea of turbulence. Born on November 25, 1990, she was a beautiful woman of 5'7", with her scale reading an ideal 130 pounds. His uncle, George Whitaker, who was younger than Susan by two years, born on January 12, 1992, at a height of 5'10" and a weight of 165 pounds; had been absent for a while, serving his country far away from home. Walking home, James wondered how he was going to tell all the cool stories about his solo adventure to his mom and his grandma, Nancy Whitaker. A woman of gentle strength, Nancy had been born 65 years ago, on February 8, 1959. With a petite height of 5'2" and weight of 115 pounds, she was a pillar of support for the family, showering immense love on James, his favorite stuffed animal 'Teddy', and their pet golden retriever, Buddy. The anticipation of sharing his story and excitement disappeared with the falling night, replaced by a wave of exhaustion. James climbed onto his comfy mattress, falling into a deep sleep. His slumber was disrupted when he suddenly jerked awake in the middle of the night, noticing his surrounding was far from familiar. The dim light revealed he was draped in a magnificent wedding gown, sitting on a plush couch. A wedding dress of white lace adorned his form, ending just above his ankles. Delicate maroon and lavender flowers were intricately embroidered on the dress and an elegant pearl necklace hung around his neck. White satin sandals adorned his feet, encrusted with dazzling rhinestones, fitting him perfectly. On his left hand was a coveted item, a sparkling diamond wedding ring. With a start, he looked down at his hands, astonished to see them morphed into a feminine shape. Long, slender fingers replaced his tiny hands. When he had examined his chest, he realized he had, what appeared to be, a pair of feminine breasts. Even his feet, though slim and delicate, were unfamiliar. Suddenly, he remembered the woman, Jasmine, from Arizona. She was an African-American woman, 36 years old, born on January 3, 1988. Jasmine stood at a height of 5'6," weighing around 135 pounds, an image realistic in her mind. Her deep brown eyes were a contrast to her silky black hair which was styled in wavy curls around her face. Jasmine was working as a wedding planner, and she was about to get married to her long-time sweetheart, David. The only person not invited was her estranged father, while the rest of her family, friends and colleagues were enthusiastic about her upcoming wedding, set in the scenic location of a backyard by a beautiful manor. Before James stormed into her life, Jasmine had been busy organizing the final details of the wedding. Frightened, he tried to stand up, but tripped over the hem of her gown, sending him sprawling onto the plush carpet. His voice echoed across the room. "I miss my mommy," the words echoed with a feminine voice as he clapped a hand to his mouth. His womanly voice made him taken aback. Then he muttered, "I just want to go home...but these sandals, they're lovely." That wasn't something he would've said back in his body. He closed his then doe-shaped eyes shut, a horrifying realization sinking in. Not only was the body swap real, it appeared to be permanent. Anxiety washed over as he was launched into a world of confusion, utterly dumbfounded by what had just taken place.
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