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Question: Story: Write me a story the way I write about 6 year old Travis going shopping alone for the first time with his 21 year old mom gave him. She had trusted him to buy a soda or a candy bar. Finding the items he wanted, he paid and left the store only to be stopped by 40 year old Franny aka Dolly. She was a homeless woman who had been homeless for about 25 years. She had long brown hair and was wearing a red tank top, short shorts and a pair of leather wedges with her black purse on her shoulder. Please have Franny say the quote "Sorry to bug you honey but I was wondering if you had any spare change. I hate asking you cause you're so young and you look like a sweetheart" Please have Travis say the quote "Um, no miss. Sorry" Franny nodded her head and reached out to Travis for a hug. Travis accepted and hugged her back feeling extremely dizzy. Opening his eyes, Travis noticed he was now alone and he was now taller than before. Looking down, he noticed long brown hair in his vision and noticed he was now wearing a red tank top, short shorts and a pair of leather wedges and had a purse resting over his shoulder. Travis decided to go through the purse and pulled out an ID for Donna that had a DOB of April 14, 1983 causing Travis's heartbeat to increase as he realized he was much older than his mommy. He also pulled out cigarettes and a lighter, tampons, pads, bear spray, a taser and a knife. Travis noticed his reflection in a nearby mirror and was scared at being a girl. Travis looked down at his new feet in his new shoes and lifted his new foot trying to take one step forward and he almost tripped. Please have Travis say the quote "OW!--- Whoa! These shoes are weird and I sound like a grown-up and a girl? This is scary. I wanna be a kid again" Travis removed the wedges and tossed aside the purse before spotting his own body walking away in the distance. He ran after his own body and started begging who he assumed was the woman to swap back with him. Please have Franny say the quote "Sorry baby but I'm not swapping back. 40 and still homeless and also having to fend for myself was never fun. Enjoy being Franny now. I'll erase your memories so you only remember your life being a homeless woman" snapping her fingers. Travis started crying as he felt his innocent childhood memories fading and disappearing. Each second passing put Donna's memories in place of Travis's. Eventually, Travis's mind feminized and matured until he only remembered ever being Franny. The new Franny blinked a few times in confusion as she looked around wondering what was happening. Please have Franny say the quote "What the Hell? What was I doing again? I've never felt so fucking useless in my 25 years of being homeless. Wish I could go back in time and slap my 15 year old self in the face before it was too late" before noticing her purse and her wedges were missing. Please have Franny say the quote "Oh shit! My stuff is missing. Why am I barefoot? What have I done with my purse? The fuck is wrong with me?" Franny eventually spotted her wedges and her purse in the distance. She gained her composure as she scooped up her wedges and slipped them back on her feet and picked up her purse going through making sure all of her stuff was still inside noticing her lighter was missing before throwing her purse over her shoulder. Please have Franny start thumping loudly in her wedges down the street as she wondered how she would get another lighter. Franny then spotted her reflection in a nearby mirror and started frustratingly contemplating her next move before spotting another homeless woman in the distance. She didn't know her but she figured she could possibly ask her if she had a lighter she could borrow. Franny started sauntering towards the woman before stopping right in front of her. Please have Franny say the quote "Sorry ma'am I hate asking for help but my lighter was stolen from my purse and I was wondering if you had one I could borrow? I really need a cigarette" Please have the woman say the quote "Not happening now leave me alone" Please have Franny say the quote "Well thanks for nothing. I wasn't even rude to you you bitch" Franny started strutting angrily down the road before leaning up against a building. She looked down at the wedges on her feet and thought about kicking the woman. It kept dawning on her that she had been homeless for over 25 years meaning she had been on the streets since she was 15 which really bothered her. Franny's only solution to having no lighter was to build up her change till she could afford a new one. As nightfall came, she sought refuge in a nearby alleyway. The thump of her wedges was loud enough to where she didn't want anyone to know she was in the alley so she tried walking quieter. Before resting, she pulled out her bear spray and pulled out her taser making sure they still worked and pulled out her knife ensuring the blade was still sharp. Franny soon fell asleep nervously in the alleyway having no memory of her innocent life as 6 year old Travis and doomed to spend the rest of her life as a stressed out homeless woman named Franny.
Once upon a time in a bustling neighborhood, a 6-year-old boy named Travis waved goodbye to his 21-year-old mother, stepping into a local candy store all by himself. His mother had entrusted him with the task of purchasing either a soda or candy bar. Scanning the stocked shelves, Travis's eyes grew wide, but he was a collect child and quickly found what he wanted. He paid for his goodies and left the store. His peace was soon interrupted by a voice from behind. It belonged to a woman named Franny, endearingly known as Dolly. She was about 40 years old, homeless for as long as Travis could remember. Her long brown hair cascaded down her shoulders, and she wore a red tank top, short shorts, and leather wedges. His eyes landed on her black purse hanging from her shoulder. "Sorry to bug you honey, but I was wondering if you had any spare change. I hate asking you because you're so young, and you look like a sweetheart," Dolly said, her voice quavering. "Um, no miss. Sorry," replied Travis, the innocent honesty in his voice unmistakable. A look of understanding spread across Dolly's face and she reached out, embracing Travis in a hug. Suddenly, Travis felt a dizzying vertigo wrapping him. When he opened his eyes, he was alone, and he was taller. A glance downwards revealed long brown hair, a red tank top, short shorts, and leather wedges. Panic struck Travis, realizing he was now standing in the shoes of the homeless woman. There on the sidewalk, clutching her purse in his new hands, Travis discovered a new identity on the ID - Donna, born April 14, 1983. His heart pounding, Travis dug deeper into the purse, pulling out an assortment of items that were alarmingly mature—cigarettes, a lighter, feminine hygiene products, bear spray, a taser, and a knife. "OW!--- Whoa! These shoes are weird and I sound like a grown-up, and a girl? This is scary. I wanna be a kid again," Travis muttered to himself. He kicked off the wedges and tossed the purse aside. Then, he spotted his own little body walking away in the distance. He ran, calling after his own person, who he only guessed was now supposedly Franny. "Please, let's swap back. Please, I wanna be me again," He pleaded. "Sorry baby, but I'm not swapping back. 40 and still homeless and also having to fend for myself was never fun. Enjoy being Franny now. I'll erase your memories so you only remember your life being a homeless woman," replied the entity purportedly his own self, snapping her fingers. Tears welled up in Travis's eyes as he felt his innocent childhood memories fade away, replaced by Donna's experiences. His mind began to mature, feminize until he only remembered ever being Franny. "What the Hell? What was I doing again? I've never felt so fucking useless in my 25 years of being homeless. Wish I could go back in time and slap my 15-year-old self in the face before it was too late," she murmured, picking up her misplaced possessions. "Oh shit! My stuff is missing. Why am I barefoot? What have I done with my purse? The fuck is wrong with me?" she exclaimed. Gathering her composure, she picked up her discarded shoes and purse, noticing her missing lighter. Franny's steps echoed loudly as she wondered about getting another lighter. Spotting another homeless woman, she decided to ask for help. "Sorry ma'am I hate asking for help, but my lighter was stolen from my purse and I was wondering if you had one I could borrow? I really need a cigarette" "Not happening now leave me alone," came the curt response. "Well thanks for nothing. I wasn't even rude to you, you bitch!" Franny spat out. As the day ended, Franny sought refuge in an alleyway for the night. She checked her bear spray, taser, and knife once more, ensuring her safety before sleep overcame her. Now a long way from his formative years as little Travis, Franny drifted into a broken sleep, unaware of the life she had once known, filled with youthful innocence instead of the present hardships.
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