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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 older uncle's name, age being younger than his aunt, birthday and birth year being younger than his aunt, height and weight and have him not be present either. 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 get home and fall asleep. Have him jerk awake at some point in the night when he realizes he's not even sleeping in a bed anymore. Have him look down realizing he's wearing a crop top, short shorts and leather wedges with a purse on her shoulder and sunglasses on her face with a description of the outfit and shoes and have him doing something feminine to his appearance having long fake nails and a mature beverage in her hand. Have the boy look his body assuming he's still in his own body but just wearing girly clothes when he looks at his hands realizing his fingers are dainty and feminine and his feet seeing their dainty and feminine. Have him look down at his chest realizing he actually has boobs and have him see his feminine shoes. Include the woman's name, race not being white, what state she's from, age being slightly younger than his mom, birthday, birth year being younger than this mom, height, weight, eye color, hair color, hairstyle and who she is and and what she was doing before the boy possessed her body. Have a couple girls walk up to the boy with one of them saying hey bitch are we still on for tonight or what and have it be in quoted text. Reveal where the girls were planning on going. Have the boy try to stand up looking at his new reflection when he stumbles in the shoes landing on the ground. Have him find out the woman's birth year somehow freaking out as he was smart for his age and knew he was born in 2018 and the birth years of all his family members. Have him freak out and say wow I'm almost as old as mommy and have it be in quoted text. Have him say how he misses his mommy and have it be in quoted text before covering his mouth hearing his new womanly voice. Have him say how he wants to go home and he'll miss grandma and mommy so much and that he'll miss his stuffed animal so much and that he can't believe he'll never be himself again and this must be a nightmare please be a nightmare and have it be in quoted text unwillingly saying how he doesn't wanna be some random bitch adding stereotypical slang the race is known for saying before covering his mouth in fear. Have him squeeze his eyes shut as he realizes the swap is permanent. Have the boy try to get off the ground being unable to grip anything with his long fake nails looking at his outfit and shoes and purse as he started screaming he wanted to go home and he didn't wanna be a girl and he would really miss mommy and grandma and have it be in quoted text. Have him close his eyes momentarily hoping it's just a dream but open his eyes still seeing the crop top, short shorts and wedges before unwillingly saying something stereotypical of Hispanic females at the club and have it be in quoted text adding stereotypical slang the race is know for saying.
In the cozy town of Bend, Oregon, a 6-year-old boy named Lucas Michaels wandered home from school with a boundless sense of independence. Born on the warm afternoon of July 18th, 2018, Lucas was a proud little boy of Caucasian descent. Standing at an adorable height of 3 feet 8 inches, and weighing just 45 pounds, he was an invaluable spark of joy for those around him. His golden brown hair, brushed into a charming side-swept style, was complemented by hazel eyes that held a never-ending curiosity. Today, he was adorably clad in denims, a red and white check shirt, and off-white sneakers that echoed innocence with every step he took. His voice, youthful and high pitched, was full of excitement as he ambled towards his home. Lucas’s mom, Sophia Michaels, was a young lady of 26 years confident and kind. Born on a snowy day of January 11th, 1998, she had been a single mother. One might think that a 5’6” woman with a seemingly diminutive weight of 123 pounds couldn't bear the world on her slender shoulders yet she proved them wrong daily. In a tale of fleeting romance and stolen promises, a man named Ethan Callaghan had enticed Sophia. Standing at 5’9” and weighing 155 pounds, his birthday being August 5th, 1995, making him 29 years old, Ethan had left their lives shortly after Lucas's birth due to his fear of commitment. Sophia’s older sister, Isabella, was always around to help. Born on February 8th, 1992, she was now 32, taller and heftier than Sophia, standing at 5’7”, and a healthy 140 pounds. Sophia’s younger brother, William but affectionally called Bill, though a lively character, couldn't be there for Lucas as desired. Born on October 1st, 1994, now 30, with an eccentric streak, he stood at 5’8” and weighed 165 pounds. Lucas was on his way home, to later visit the grandmother he adored. Clara Michaels, a beautiful woman of 60, with her birthday being June 25th, 1964, was a pillar of love for Lucas. At her healthy height of 5’4” and weight of 140 pounds, her warm embrace was a beacon for the family. Flooded with excitement, Lucas babbled to his stuffed panda, Barney, about the walk home, the smells of dinner wafting from distant homes, and the stray dog that followed him for a bit. The sun was setting slowly, casting long shadows that danced alongside him. Suddenly, in the middle of his excited story-telling, Lucas found himself alone in the dark. A furrow developed on his brow, his heart pounded in his chest, and he jerked awake. He found himself not in his lovingly messy room, but in a starkly furnished, extremely feminine apartment. He was sitting on a plush pink sofa, legs bare, adorned in a lemon crop top and white short shorts. Leather wedges, four inches high, adorned his feet. His torso felt altered and when he looked down, his heart nearly skipped a beat. Two modest breasts rested within his crop top. Panic surging in his little heart, he noticed a black sling purse over his shoulder, sunglasses on his forehead, and when he swiped his hand through his hair, he felt the smooth glide of long, manicured nails against glossy brown hair. "Hey Mariana!" A woman's voice jolted him from his tumultuous thoughts. He looked toward the voice and saw two women sauntering toward him. "Are we still on for tonight, bitch?" asked one of them, signaling towards a salsa club down the lane. Stumbling in his new attire, he looked at his reflection in the mirror, seeing a pretty Hispanic woman staring back. She was Mariana Gomez, a young woman just 23 years old, native to the vibrant Miami, Florida. Her birthday was on the sunny day of April 9th, 2001, which made her around a year younger than his mother. Mariana was 5’5” tall and weighed 120 pounds. Realizing his newfound identity, Lucas mused, "Wow, I'm almost as old as mommy." Before overwhelming sadness hit him, he whispered, “I miss mommy…” The sadness in his soft, feminine voice startled him. Panic gripping him, he cried out, “I want to go home. I’ll miss grandma and mommy so much… I’ll miss my stuffed animal so much. I can't believe I'll never be myself again... This must be a nightmare… please be a nightmare." Lucas burst into tears, his slender fingers covering his mouth, a horrified scream escaping from his lips, "Ay Dios mio!” He closed his eyes in terror, opening them only to reaffirm his reality. “Maldita sea!” He screamed, sobbing harder. Unwillingly, he had slipped into the character of a typical Hispanic woman amidst crisis. With tears streaming down his face, Lucas attempted to stand up again but failed. Looking at his feminine clothes, the long nails, and the purse, he cried louder, “I want to go home! I don't want to be a girl! I'll miss mommy and grandma!” There was only an apartment responding to his cries. Eyes clenched tight, he prayed to wake from this terrifying dream. But as he opened them once again, his gaze fell on the crop top, short shorts, and wedges, and he heard his feminine voice whisper, "Ay, caramba..."+
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