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Question: Write me a long and thorough and detailed story the way I write about a random 6 year old boy with a description of the boy's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, what state he's from, hair color and style and eye color. His young mom's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. His young dad whose no longer in his life's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. His young aunt's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. His young uncle whose busy doing other stuff's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. His grandma's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. Have him be walking home alone for the first time when he gets home and the house is completely empty. Have him sit down on the couch and blink only to suddenly find himself sitting somewhere less nice. Have him look down to notice he's in a more mature body. Have him realize he's a woman wearing a revealing outfit barefoot with accessories and makeup and painted nails but covered in bruises, cuts and marks and have a part of her body be bruised revealing what it was not being her foot or ankle or leg with a description of the outfit. Reveal the woman's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color possibly being dyed and style and eye color and what state she's from and what she was doing just seconds ago and what she does for work. Have a male grab the boy's new female feet shoving a pair of sandals on his feet with a description of the sandals. Have the boy in the woman's body jerk and unwillingly complain about how uncomfortable the shoes are and have it be in quoted text mentioning what she did for work and cussing. Reveal who the male is to the girl, his name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. Have the man tell the woman she don't get to pick what shoes she gets and to shut up and have it be in quoted text pulling her off the ground and shoving a purse on her shoulder and cussing at her. The swap is permanent and the boy is sad. Have the boy say he's gonna miss mommy so much and have it be in quoted text. Have the boy unwillingly adjust the outfit and sandals in a feminine way before leaving and going and unhappily starting his new life. Have the boy stop and look at the sandals on his new female feet being reminded of the injury he currently had.
In the warm embrace of the Peach State, Georgia, a sprightly six-year-old named Eli Jameson was born on November 12, 2012. He was a little sunflower, standing tall at 3 feet 9 inches, and weighing just above 45 pounds. Glowing wheat curls framed his cheery face, and his oceanic blue eyes were like two sapphire gems. His young mother, Clara Jameson, aged 28, was a beacon of eternal youth. Clara was born on March 15, 1984 measuring 5’5” in height and weighing around 120 lbs. Her hair was a silky veil of chestnut brown that graced her shoulders and her eyes were as green and vibrant as a meadow in full bloom. She loved Eli infinitely, embracing every quiet moment and loud laughter they shared. Their lives, nevertheless, were marked by the absence of Eli's father, Andrew Ford, a man whose presence was as towering as his absence. Andrew, hailing from the same land, was born on June 24, 1983. He was 6’2” tall, weighed 185 lbs, with hair black as the raven and eyes as blue as the summer sky. Eli's Aunt Mia, Clara's younger sister, was a vivacious woman of 26. Mia, born on December 1, 1986, was a slender woman of average height, weighing 110 lbs. She had a head full of fiery red curls and eyes as warm and inviting as amber. Then there was the bustling Uncle Ray, Mia's husband, born on July 22, 1984. Ray stood at 6 feet, weighed 195 lbs, with chestnut brown hair and piercing grey eyes. He always had a story or two to tell but was often caught in the whirlwind of his own life. Completing the family was Eli's Grandma, the matriarch, Emma, a sprightly 71-year-old lady born on November 26, 1941. Standing 5’4” and weighing 155 lbs, she carried a wealth of life in her caramel brown eyes. Her once raven-colored hair had turned into a beautiful shade of silver. One sunny afternoon, Eli found himself walking home alone for the first time. Arriving home to an empty house, he sat down on the couch and blinked. The blink felt like an eternity, and when he opened his eyes, he was seated somewhere that wasn't home. Noticing the change, Eli looked down at himself to find that he was inside a woman's body, wounds and bruises scattered all over her slender profile, and a large, ugly bruise dominating her bare shoulder. This woman, now Eli, went by the name Lana. Born as Lana Stones on February 28, 1994, she hailed from New York State. Now 29 years old, standing tall at 5'7” and weighing 115 pounds, she had been a waitress at a local pub just seconds ago. Her natural hair color was blonde, but now she donned a jet-black bob and her normally hazel eyes were masked with layers of makeup. Suddenly, a hand reached for Lana's bare feet divested of any shoes, shoving a pair of strappy gladiator-style sandals with wooden soles and elaborate beading. Lana jerked slightly, the tight sandals causing discomfort. She muttered, "I'd rather walk the pub floors barefoot than wear these damned shoes." The man was Dominic, a leering 45-year-old, with a bulky build. Born on August 10, 1972, Dominic was 6'1" tall, weighed 220 lbs, had thinning dirty blonde hair and cold grey eyes that held no remorse. He gruffly told Lana, "You don't get to pick your shoes. Now shut up," before roughly pulling her to her feet and shoving a sequined purse on her shoulder. Eli, now Lana, felt a tide of melancholy wash over him. "I'm going to really miss you, mommy," he sighed, his voice a heartbreaking whisper. Unwillingly adjusting her dress and sandals in a feminine way, she began to step forward, ready to embark on her unexpected journey. Before leaving, she glanced at the sandals on her feet. Seeing them was a harsh reminder of the brutality her body had endured. She took a deep breath, already dreading the future that was waiting for her. While she walked away from her past, Eli knew none of it would be easy, but he was strong, resilient, and equipped with the heart of a brave six-year-old boy who once took his first solitary walk home.
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