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Question: Story: Write me a story the way I write about a 10 year old boy named Jace. Have Jace be brown haired and brown eyed with Curly hair wearing a t-shirt, jeans and light up shoes. Reveal his height and what state he lives in. Have his 33 year old mom Mindy be brown haired and brown eyed with painted nails and makeup and lipstick and a necklace and earrings and a wedding ring. Reveal her birthday and have her birth year be 1991 and reveal what feminine summer clothes and shoes she's wearing. Have Mindy have trouble with sleepwalking. Have her walk into her son's room asking him a favor and have it be in quoted text. Have her ask to switch bodies with him so she can see what it looks like when she sleepwalks as Jace will technically be the one with the sleepwalking problem. Have Jace be afraid and have it be in quoted text. Have Mindy offer him a massive reward and have it be in quoted text. Have Jace and Mindy switch bodies immediately and have Jace feel his new womanly body and feminine clothes standing up having trouble balancing in the shoes. Have Mindy in Jace's body tell him to straighten his hips and to just step normally but like he's always on his tip toes and have it be in quoted text. Have nightfall come and have Mindy dress Jace in one of her sleeping outfits and describe Mindy's sleeping outfit. Have Mindy watch Jace as he sleeps in her body. Have Mindy notice Jace stirring the way she normally does before she starts sleepwalking. Have Jace get up in his sleepwalking state and have say and do motherly things while not making sense as Jace calmly walks out over to the closet slipping on a new outfit of a tank top, short shorts and platform sandals grabbing his mom's purse and throwing it over her shoulder. Have Jace pull his mom's car keys out of the purse putting a pair of sunglasses on before turning to his own body and saying something Mindy would say to her son as if he really were Mindy and something about his father like he were married to him like he really was Mindy and have him say something about getting his nails done like he really is Mindy and getting a drink at the bar and have him say his name is Mindy and have it be in quoted text. Have Mindy run towards her son in her body yelling Jace and have it be in quoted text. Have Jace jolt awake in his mom's body suddenly losing balance in the platform sandals and freaking out asking why he's dressed like his mom and why he's wearing her purse and her sunglasses and holding her car keys still speaking as if he were Mindy speaking to her son in a very feminine way using feminine words and referring to his father as his husband and have it be in quoted text. Have Jace continue to speak in a very feminine way unwillingly freaking out about his father like he was his husband and calling Mindy Jace and asking why he so rudely woke her up out of her sleepwalk putting her hands on her hips and have it be in quoted text. Please have Jace and Mindy swap back with Mindy agreeing to get a sleep apnea machine to help her sleepwalking.
Once upon a time, in the golden state of California, a 10-year-old boy named Jace blossomed into life. Although he was average height for his age, with his springy brown, curly hair, deep brown eyes, jeans, t-shirt, and glow-in-the-dark light up shoes, there was nothing average about him. Living in the very same house was his 33-year-old mother, Mindy. Born on June 6, 1991, Mindy shared the same brown hair and eyes as her son. Dressed in a light floral sundress, paired with strappy, wedged sandals to withstand the summer heat, Mindy was the epitome of grace. Make-up impeccably done, her earlobes adorned with delicate earrings, a glinting necklace sitting pretty on her collar bones, a sparkly ring on her finger, she was always put together, right down to her painted nails. However, she had a peculiar affliction - sleepwalking. One day, Mindy staggered into Jace's room with a drowsy gaze. She uttered a strange request, "Jace, sweetie, would you be willing to switch bodies with me? I'm really intrigued to see what happens when I sleepwalk." Overwhelmed by the abnormal request, Jace stuttered, gripping his light-up shoes, "I...I don't know, mom. It sounds scary." Seeing his trepidation, Mindy proposed a deal, "If you agree, I promise you a new gaming console." Before he knew it, the world spun, and Jace found himself standing up straight, feeling the fabric of a summer dress against his skin, his hand adorned with colorful nails. "Okay, honey," Mindy, seemingly comfortable in Jace's body reassured him, "Straighten your hips, just step normally, like you're always on your tippy toes." As night fell, Mindy helped him into one of her usual sleeping outfits: a comfortable tank top and flowy pajama shorts. Like a guardian angel, she watched Jace in her own body, his chest rising and falling in rhythm with the cicadas outside the window. Just as the clock struck midnight, she saw him stir - the exact way she did before sleepwalking. In a sleepwalking state, Jace rose, exhibiting a maternal aura as he picked out a tank top, short shorts, and platform sandals from the closet. He effortlessly swung a purse over his shoulder, fished out a pair of car keys, and put on sunglasses. "Alright, Jace, be good while I'm gone, alright?" he muttered before turning to Mindy, "Your father would be devastated if something happened. I think I'll get my nails done and grab a drink at the bar. And remember, my name is Mindy." Panicked, Mindy sprinted toward Jace, shouting his name, "Jace!" The sudden yell startled the boy, jolting him out of his deep slumber. He found himself wearing Mindy's outfits, and balancing precariously in the platform sandals. "Why am I dressed up like mom? And why do I have her purse and sunglasses?" he mused aloud in Mindy's voice, "And why, oh why, do I have her car keys?" In a feminine fluster, Jace continued to ramble, "How dare you wake me up from my beauty sleep, Jace? You've upset dear John...or wait, should I say, my dear husband?!" Finally, things returned to normal - Jace was back in his body and Mindy, hers. "I think it's high time I got a sleep apnea machine," stated Mindy, with a tired laugh. Little Jace, faithfully at her side, just grinned realizing the nocturnal adventures lay behind them now.
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