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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 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 go to sleep and be sleeping peacefully. Have him wake up the next day on the side of the road in a much taller and older body. Have him notice he's only wearing a bikini top and bottom and flip flops as he notices his nails are now painted. Have him notice multiple tattoos on his arms, chest, legs and back with descriptions of the tattoos. Reveal the name of the woman whose body he ends up in and her age, birthday, scar or injury with explanation on where it came from, birth year, race, height being under 5 feet, weight being 300 pounds, where she's from, who her family is, other things she happens to have on her at the moment, why she's sleeping outside and the numerous reasons and circumstances that led her out here and whatever else she owns. Have the swap be permanent and the boy be sad. Have the boy try to walk normally but unwillingly walk with a feminine sway quickly clip clopping in the flip flops and have the boy unwillingly do more feminine things with descriptions on what he's doing. Have him say oh no what am i gonna do without mommy before crying in his new female voice. Have him clip clop to a nearby mirror in a random location looking down at the ground having trouble processing that the body he sees below him is his new body. Have him slowly look up at the mirror seeing his new female eyes staring back at him as tears pile up in his new eyes as he notices the injury or scar before looking around seeing nobody and nothing he recognizes. Have him start wandering off in a random direction before stumbling across some money on the ground having enough for a snack and a drink now. Have the boy wander into a nearby store getting looked for his outfit as he grabs a candy bar and a soda and buys them before leaving the store. Have him open his candy bar and soda eating and drinking as nighttime approached and it started getting darker outside. Have the boy start shaking from fear as he slowly fell asleep dreading the new life he now lived.
In the small heartland town of Droneville, Illinois, there nestled to life a charming little 6-year-old boy named Charlie. Charlie was born on the 4th of July 2018 and, like the day his life began, was as vibrant as a roaring firework display. As a white American boy, he was petite for his age, standing at 3'8" tall and weighing only 45 lbs. His hair, shining like spun gold in the sun, was styled in a classic buzz cut that was the style du jour at his kindergarten. Charlie's eyes sparkled brighter than the morning stars - a brilliant shade of blue that could win hearts with just a gaze. He wore a red T-shirt with his favorite superhero emblem, 'Superman', matched with a pair of comfortable dark denim jeans, and was rarely seen without his favorite pair of white velcro sneakers that squeaked with each step. His voice sounded like a melody that held the innocence and the sweetness of childhood. Charlie was born to the very young and pretty Emily, his mom, who was only 20 years old. Emily, born May 23rd, 2004, stood at 5'5", weighed 130 lbs and was known for her gentle motherliness at such an early age. She had raised Charlie singlehandedly because his father, David, had never been part of their life. David, born 2nd February 2002, a strapping 6'2", 195 lbs, had distanced himself due to his dreams of a football scholarship. Charlie's grandma, Elizabeth, born March 30th, 1964, was a strong, loving lady of 60. Elizabeth, standing 5'4" and weighing 155lbs, along with Charlie's older aunt, Jane, who was 32 years old, born April 28, 1992, 5'8", 140 lbs, played a pivotal role in his life too. That day, Charlie walked home alone for the first time with eager anticipation of sharing stories about his adventure to his mother and grandma. He clutched his well-loved stuffed dinosaur and his accompanying miniature collie pup trotted by his side. His night ended as peacefully as it started, curled up in his warm bed, a 6-year-old boy in full control of his world. However, the next day, he awoke on the side of a deserted road with profound confusion. His youthful body had undergone a drastic transformation overnight into a much older, heavier woman. He stood under 5 feet tall but weighed around 300 pounds. He saw that he was just wearing a simple bikini top and bottom with a pair of worn-out flip flops. To his shock, his hands were painted with brightly colored cheap nail polish. His skin bore multiple tattoos; a skull and crossbones on his arms, roses winding down his legs, angel wings spread across his now cavernous back, and a cascade of stars across his chest. He quickly realized he was in the body of a woman, known by the name tattooed on her forearm - Daisy. Daisy was a 35-year-old white woman, born on November 8th, 1989, hailing from the grittier side of Atlanta, Georgia. She carried a distinctive scar snaking down her left forearm – a remnant of a knife attack from an abusive past. Daisy had been homeless for years due to numerous circumstances – a concatenation of education deficit, failed relationships, and economic conditions that pushed her to the edge of society. Charlie, now Daisy, feared this swap was irreversible. Every step he took responded with feminine sway despite his efforts to subdue it. The flip flops added a rhythm to his walk that he couldn't control. "Oh no, what am I gonna do without mommy," he whimpered in a voice much deeper and softer than his choir-boy pitch. Overwhelmed by emotion, Daisy/Charlie teetered to a decrepit storefront mirror. He stared at himself, wanting desperately to recognize anything familiar in the reflection that greeted him. Daisy's plump face was now his, blue eyes replaced with a smoky gray, the scar he'd discovered now an emblem of a past that wasn't his. He started to wander aimlessly, trying to decipher this inexplicable reality. In his daze, he stumbled upon some loose change - just enough for a quick snack. He braved himself to enter a nearby store, his bizarre getup getting him odd stares. He quickly paid for a candy bar and a soda before slipping out. With the onset of night, he sat alone on a park bench, devouring his meal. He tried to take solace in the fizz of soda, and the sweet embrace of candy, but a chill of fear greeted him. His heart pounded as he realized the enormity of his situation, sleep slowly claimed him as he wept silently, dreading this unwelcome reality his life had become.
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