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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, birthday and birth year, 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 fancy long dress and shoes with a description of the dress and shoes and have him standing in line at a high end grocery store with his hands gripping a shopping cart full of mature feminine items and mature drinks with a purse resting in the upper portion of the cart with descriptions on the fancy clothing and the feminine heels and the items being provocative real name brands as well as the drinks and food being real brands. Include the woman's name, race, what country she's from, age being older than his aunt, birthday, birth year being older than his aunt, height, weight, eye color, hair color, hairstyle and how rich she is and who she is and what she does and if she's with anyone. Include a designer purse with expensive contents and tons of kinds of money with expensive name brands included and have the woman have been holding a form of payment in her hands and have the name of the high end grocery store she's in be included. Have the boy want to swap back but be unable to and the swap be permanent. Have the boy unwillingly make a snobby comment towards someone who can't afford something in the store about how she could buy everything in the store and still have tons of money mentioning the alcohol in the shopping cart and have it be in quoted text and accented English and do a snobby feminine gesture with his outfit after. Have the boy unwillingly make a snobby comment towards the cashier calling him an ignorant young man and have it be in quoted text before unwillingly making an old woman comment with slang from whatever country he's from in accented English as he unwillingly pays for the stuff he's holding before doing another rude feminine gesture before strutting out the store.
6-year old Benjamin Miller, an eager, caucasian kid from the small town of Waverly, Kentucky, could hardly contain his excitement. His birthday was on July 7th, 2018, making him a summer baby, and he was of average height and weight for his age, standing at about 4ft and weighing roughly 50lbs. Ben had a mop of sandy hair on his head, trimmed short but with a fluffy layer on top that bobbed when he walked, and a pair of clear, sky-blue eyes that sparkled with youthful zest. Today, he's dressed in a navy t-shirt with graphics of animated cars racing, worn along with a pair of faded blue jeans that already had a tiny hole on the knee side, and finally, finished off with a pair of scuffed red velcro sneakers. His footsteps created a light padding sound, soft but audible as he moved on the pavement. Laura Miller, Benjamin's 26-year-old mom, watched her son from the porch of their modest home. Born on the 6th of May, 1998, Laura was a beautiful, petite woman of 5'3" and around 130lbs. Her son's father, David Thompson, aged 29 with a birthday on February 14, 1995, standing at 5'10" and weighing about 180lbs, wasn't in the picture. That's because David had quickly fallen out of love with suburban life after realizing it wasn't for him, leaving their child and Laura behind. Benjamin's aunt, Linda Miller, although older at 31 years old with a birthday on March 11, 1993, standing at 5'5", and weighing around 145lbs, wasn't around either. His uncle, John Riley, despite being 35 years old, with a birthday December 3, 1989, standing at 5'11", and weighing around 170lbs, was also not present. Additionally, Benjamin had his grandma, Mary Miller, who was 55 years old, born on October 25, 1969, standing at 5'4" and weighed approximately 160lbs, and lived nearby. Excitement bubbled up inside Benjamin as he walked home. He couldn't wait to tell his mom about the adventure that day, about how he crossed the road without a grown-up, and then narrating the same to his grandma when he visited later. Upon reaching home, he played with his favored stuffed bear, shared a cookie with his golden retriever mutt, Skipper, before finally succumbing to sleep on the couch out of sheer exhaustion. But then, he jerked awake. Instead of the comfort of his home, his surroundings seemed foreign. He wasn't lying on the couch or even in bed. The rough pattern of a mosaic tiled floor contrasted the cold marble he was standing on. Benjamin looked down and found himself in a long elegant dress, a jade silken gown with delicate gold embroidery, accessorized with crystals. He was wearing inch-high golden heels, and even in confusion, he could tell they were undeniably expensive. His train of thought was cut off by an imperious voice, "Hurry up, dear." Stunned, he looked up to find himself in an upmarket grocery store named "Harvest Gold" pushing a cart full of elite brand items, a wealth of Evian natural mineral water, gypsum tofu, and expensive imports like Gruyère cheese and Dom Pérignon champagne. A Louis Vuitton purse sat atop the loaded trolley, its design alone screamed decadence, and its weight hinted at the numerous credit cards and clusters of numerous currencies it must contain. The form of payment in his/her hand was a glittering platinum card. Held in the hand now manicured with deep red color was the name "Natasha Romanov," a name that was not his own. Natasha was a caucasian woman from Russia in her mid-40s, her birthday being April 3rd, 1979, standing on the higher side of the average female height at 5'7", her lithe yet curvy figure weighed approximately 145 pounds. The short bob of blonde hair and her ice-blue eyes flashed when they caught the light at certain spots. The whisperings of those around her and her excessive shopping hinted at her wealth, perhaps a noted entrepreneur or a high-ranking corporate executive. Strangely, as a man pushed past his cart with apparent cost-cutting groceries, Benjamin/Natasha mockingly noted, "You know, I could buy everything in this store and yet have enough to bathe in champagne," speaking in a heavily accented English, smirking, and patting her long dress while giving her pursed lips a wipe with a silk handkerchief. Benjamin/Natasha continued the shopping spree, her snobbish comments echoed again at the cashier, "You are an ignorant young man." She quipped in the same accented English, adding a slang from her native land, "Vodka ponimaesh?" which meant 'Do you understand, vodka?' before paying and adding an unnecessary adjustment of her sparkly necklace. She strutted out of the store, into a world that was her playground, leaving behind a dumbfounded crowd. Meanwhile, in the depths of his/her mind, Benjamin yearned for the usual simplicity of his life, confused and frightened about his existence in this new reality.
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