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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 damn bitch I'm really stuck as this ho now and have it be in quoted text adding stereotypical slang the race is know for saying.
In the year 2024, in a sleepy town nestled between the sharp peaks and meandering valleys of New Hampshire, a robust six-year-old boy named Oliver Freeman wore the widest grin possible. He was white, born on December 13, 2018, standing at a height of 3'10", and weighed around 45 pounds. His hair, blonde as the midday sun, rolled over his head in a neat buzz cut that one of his relatives would give him every few weeks. A dazzling pair of bright blue eyes sparkled with a mixture of brightness and mischief, reflecting his bubbly personality. He was clad in a red t-shirt and worn-out shorts that fell just above his knees. A pair of navy-blue sneakers, a little over-used, and slightly bigger than his actual size, snuggly fit his feet. His costume was incomplete without his backpack, which housed his favorite stuffed toy and gave a slight jingle at every step he took, marking his presence with a unique soundtrack. Oliver's mother, Emily Freeman, a young woman born on July 9, 1996, was 27 years old and stood at a height of 5'7". She carried her weight of around 150 pounds gracefully. Emily was a single mom, raising her son with grit and love, after her husband, Daniel Freeman, born on April 16, 1992, and standing 6'1" and weighing 180 pounds, tragically passed away in a car accident the year Oliver was born. Oliver had an affectionate aunt, Julia, born on May 25, 1985. Julia, 38 years old, was a tall, elegant woman, standing at 6 feet with her weight of 165 pounds. His uncle Alex, despite being younger than his aunt at 35 and born on August 10, 1988, was also not a figure watching over him. Alex, who stood at 5'8" and weighed 160 pounds, had moved far away due to work and couldn't spend much time with Oliver. However, the special person that Oliver wanted to share today's adventure with was his 65-year-old grandma, Molly, born on June 12, 1959. Molly, standing at 5'3" and weighing 140 pounds, had a heart just as large as her love for her grandson. As Oliver continued his journey home, he anticipated telling his mother and his grandmother his wonderful adventures, his brave moments of crossing streets, and his encounters with neighborhood dogs. As he reached home, he went straight to his bedroom, changed, and was soon asleep, cuddling his stuffed toy and dreaming about being a superhero. But a bizarre thing happened. Oliver woke up with a start in the middle of the night. The softness of his bed was replaced by a hard cold floor, and oddly enough, he wasn't wearing his star patterned pajamas anymore. He looked down and found himself in a crop top and short shorts, both in a shocking neon pink. To his shock, a pair of leather wedges completed the outfit. Slender fingers, that were not his, tipped with long, pearly fake nails touched the purse at his shoulder. Picking up a pair of sunglasses that had fallen off, he realized they were women's sunglasses. When he looked at his feet, they too looked small and feminine, adorned with the same fake nails as his fingers. As he touched his chest, a new realization hit him harder than a brick - he had a woman's body. Looking down at his feet again, he realized he was wearing a pair of wedges with what seemed like 5-inch heels made of shiny black leather with silver buckles. In his hand was a mature beverage, an appletini, a drink he saw sometimes on TV, but too young to know its taste. His throat felt parched. The woman whose body he had merged into was named Aaliyah, a beautiful African-American woman from Georgia, ironically slightly younger than his mom, only 26 years old, born on December 20, 1997. She was about 5'6" tall, weighed about 125 pounds, had curly chestnut hair styled into a bun, and stunning hazel eyes. Suddenly, a group of girls walked up to him, one of them calling out, "Hey, bitch! Are we still on for tonight or what?" The girls were planning on going out to a new club downtown. Oliver, in his new form, stood up, but his unfamiliarity with the wedges made him stumble and fall, earning a bout of laughter from the girls. Terrified, he managed to choke out the words, "Wow, I'm almost as old as mommy." Thinking about his mom, his eyes welled up, "I miss mommy," he said in a soft whisper. Fear seized him even more, as his words resonated in a sultry feminine voice rather than his own boyish tone. "I wanna go home. I'll miss grandma and mommy. I can't believe I'll never be me again, and I won't see my stuffed animal." Bewildered and stricken with fear, he said, "I can't believe I'm stuck in this random bitch," a phrase he picked up from some movies his mom used to watch. He clamped his hand over his mouth, as the reality of what just happened hit him harder. It appeared that the body switch seemed to be permanent. With newfound horror, he caught sight of his new reflection and, forgetting about his unsteady legs, tried to stand up. His attempt was thwarted by his new nails, and he stumbled back onto the ground. "I wanna go home! I don't wanna be a girl, I miss mommy, grandma!" he sobbed, sitting on the pavement. Closing his eyes, Oliver wished this all to be a bad dream but as he opened his eyes, the reality remained. The crop top, the shorts, the towering wedges, all were hauntingly real. "Damn, bitch! I'm really stuck as this ho now!" The older woman's mannerisms were rolling off Oliver's tongue, as he mournfully realized this was his new reality.
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