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Question: Story: Write me a story the way I type about 5 year old Wyatt spending the night at his friend Lyle's house. It was their first time having a sleepover of any kind. Lyle was kinda nervous though for one reason. His mom Kendra was an alcoholic. At the age of 35, she had been suffering from her addiction since before Lyle was born and showed no signs of getting better. The only thing about her that stayed prominent was her beauty. She had recently dyed her black hair with brown highlights and her brown eyes still had a sign of life behind them. She often wore varying outfits sometimes sporting a feminine jacket with jeans and ankle boots and other times dresses or tank tops paired with shorts shorts or skirts and heels, flip flops or platforms. She usually tried to order or cook dinner for her son but on this particular night, she hadn't even come downstairs yet and it was nearing midnight. Lyle having no interest in dealing with his mom caved eventually and decided to go and ask her to come down and make dinner. Nervous, Lyle walked upstairs slowly shaking at the thought but not wanting to upset his friend. As he approached Kendra's bedroom door, he knocked gently before opening the door to her room. The putrid smell of stale alcohol was an unknown smell to Lyle as it hit his nose and made him gag in disgust. The distinct smell of vomit along with nasty sweat was also in the air. Lyle's bare feet hit the sticky stained carpet causing him to keep cringing as he neared where Kendra was currently snoring the night away. Trying to shake her awake, Lyle was unsuccessful as he noticed a bottle of some kind of alcohol by her bedside. Please have Lyle say the quote "Um, mommy? Me and Wyatt are hungry" before looking down in defeat and deciding to leave. As he did, he accidentally slipped his feet into a pair of red platform sandals Kendra had just kicked off prior to passing out. Looking down at the feminine shoes made Lyle uncomfortable not just for the reason they were too girly and too big for him but also for the fact there was a slight sticky texture to the shoes which still had vomit from Kendra on them. He tried to remove them but they seemed to be stuck to his feet causing him to get extremely frightened. Please have Lyle say the quote "Oh no! I don't like mommy's shoes. Too wet and sticky. Why won't they come off? Ow!" Suddenly, his feet started growing and aging into Kendra's fitting the sandals perfectly. Fear in his heart again, he yanked with all of his strength trying to remove the sandals but they wouldn't budge. The changes accelerated as his legs and arms feminized into Kendra's as he grew to her height and he gained her tattoo on his arm she got when Lyle was born. His body and chest feminized into Kendra's as he gained her breasts. His face and head turned into Kendra's as he gained her long black hair with the brown highlights, his eyes turned brown and alluring, his teeth turned straight but yellow from the alcohol, his breath and the taste in his mouth became strong with alcohol, his voice matured into Kendra's drunk slurred tone. His outfit turned into a red bra and panties paired with fishnet stockings that had a hole in the right leg from a past drunken night Kendra wore them on. Looking over, Lyle's new eyes widened as he watched the real Kendra start dissolving in the bed and evaporate into mist leaving the bed empty. The realization hitting him that he was becoming the new Kendra. His memories started altering. His only hope that he could be a better person than his mom. Soon, he started seeing visions of himself as Kendra drinking, stumbling and passing out. His heart sinking from the fact that he was turning into the same horrible Kendra the real Kendra was. His memories eventually fully changed until he only remembered being Kendra. The new Kendra was disoriented as she realized she was standing in the middle of her bedroom confused as to why she was awake and not sleeping. Kendra was sweaty as she wiped her dry mouth which still had the taste of her last drink on it. Kendra turned around and took a step falling onto her bed as she confusingly looked around wondering why she fell before looking down at her feet and seeing she was wearing her platform sandals. Please have Kendra say the quote "Ugh, my head! Why am I awake? I have a damn migraine" She reached for her bottle of alcohol opening it up and finishing it up before almost feeling herself wanna puke but holding it in. Kendra stood up in her room stumbling over to her mirror before stepping in a puddle of beer causing her foot to get wet. Please have Kendra say the quote "Ew, my foot! Oh whatever. Not like I don't know what it is I threw up. Good thing I'm wearing my sandals even though I could've sworn I kicked them off before passing out" Paying no mind to it, Kendra left her room and went downstairs gripping the rail as best as she could. Her dilated eyes eventually falling on a boy she didn't recognize, Wyatt. Please have Kendra say the quote "I was expecting to see my son but I'm guessing you're his friend. You hungry?" in a very uninterested tone. Kendra pulled nuggets out of her freezer and popped them in the oven. As she turned to tell the boy he would have to pull them out, she tripped in her platform sandals. Please have Kendra say the quote "I really wish my son and his friends would know how to cook their own dinners. I can't keep tripping all over the place for you boys" She then looked down at her sandals and back at the boy. Please have Kendra say the quote "Next time, if you want dinner, you're gonna have to do it all by yourself. You can wear my platforms to reach whatever you need if you want dinner so badly" before stumbling over to the couch and throwing herself on it and falling asleep platform sandals still on her feet having no memory of being her son's former friend and having no memory of wanting to be a better woman than the real Kendra.
"Um, mommy? Me and Wyatt are hungry," said 5-year-old Lyle, looking down in defeat. He had tried to wake his mother Kendra, to see if she could cook dinner for him and his friend Wyatt, but she was thoroughly passed out, an unresponsive huddle on her bed. Lyle decided to leave the room, but in his hurry stumbled, slipping his feet into a pair of red platform sandals his mother had kicked off. He cringed at the feel of the sticky, vomit-drenched shoes. "Oh no! I don't like mommy's shoes. Too wet and sticky. Why won't they come off? Ow!" Lyle panicked, pulling at the sandals, but they seemed glued to his feet. As he struggled with the sandals, Lyle could feel a strange sensation. His feet were growing, filling out the oversized, gaudy platforms. His heart pounded in fear as the bizarre changes occurred. His body morphed, changing into a striking likeness of his mother Kendra. Suddenly Lyle was tall and feminine, his body strangely aged. His hair sprouted, dark with brown highlights, his eyes shifted to a rich chocolate brown, even his voice dropped to match Kendra's slurred, drunken tone. Looking to the side, Lyle watched in shock as his mother Kendra dissolved into the bed, leaving him alone in the room, his own body fully morphed into a perfect replica of his mother. Memories and experiences flooded his mind, a mix of Lyle's and Kendra's. But try as he might, he couldn't fight off the repulsive habits of Kendra's addiction that now corrupted his thoughts. Staring at his new form, disoriented and frightened, now Kendra muttered to herself, swaying dangerously and wrestling down a fit of nausea. "Ugh, my head! Why am I awake? I have a damn migraine," she groaned, reaching out to an empty bottle and tilting it to her mouth before stiffening, feeling the urge to vomit but swallowing it back. "Ew, my foot! Oh whatever. Not like I don't know what it is I threw up. Good thing I'm wearing my sandals even though I could've sworn I kicked them off before passing out," Kendra mumbled to herself, stepping through a puddle of old beer on her way out of the room. Downstairs, Kendra's dilated eyes focused on a small boy, Wyatt. "I was expecting to see my son but I'm guessing you're his friend. You hungry?" she mumbled, pulling a box of frozen nuggets and shoving it in the oven. "I really wish my son and his friends would know how to cook their own dinners. I can't keep tripping all over the place for you boys," Kendra sighed, tripping over her platform shoes yet again. She looked down at her shoes, then back at Wyatt, adding dully, "Next time, if you want dinner, you're gonna have to do it all by yourself. You can wear my platforms to reach whatever you need if you want dinner so badly." And with that, Kendra stumbled over to the couch, falling unceremoniously onto it and promptly falling asleep. The platform sandals stayed stubbornly on, the last remnants of the boy they once belonged to now completely obscured by the woman he had unwillingly become. Unaware that he had once been Wyatt's best friend or the desire he had once held to be a better person than Kendra ever was, the new Kendra slept, her mind clouded by her addiction.
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