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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 wedding dress and wedding shoes with a description of the dress not being an American wedding dress and shoes and have him doing something feminine to his appearance with a description of what he's doing with his hands gripping random feminine wedding items with a description of the items. 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. Have him look down at his chest realizing he actually has boobs and have him see his feminine shoes with his dainty feet. Include the woman's name, race being Indian, age being older than his aunt, birthday, birth year being older than his aunt, height, weight, eye color, hair color, hairstyle and who she is and what she does for work if she has a job and who she's getting married to and who all is attending the wedding and who wasn't invited and where she's getting married and what she was doing before the boy possessed her body. Have the boy try to stand up looking at his new reflection when he stumbles in the shoes landing on the ground. Have him say how he misses his mommy and have it be in quoted text before and have it be in broken English saying words wrong and have the words spelled wrong 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 have it be in quoted text and have it be in very broken English saying words wrong and have the words spelled wrong. Have him squeeze his eyes shut as he realizes the swap is permanent.
In the bustling town of Roanoke, Virginia, lived a sprightly six-year-old boy named Samuel. Born on the 21st of January, 2018, his sun-kissed hair, cut into a neat bowl-cut which was the trend among his friends, gleamed in the afternoon sun. His sapphire blue eyes twinkled with mischief and curiosity crammed into a small 45-inch, 50-pound frame. He was garbed in a bright red flannel shirt, a pair of tough blue jeans, and sturdy sporty boots, their laces double-knotted meticulously. Samuel's voice chimed like soft bells, the untamed wilderness of his words hinting at his recent initiation into vocabulary land. With an affirmed nod from his young mother, Amelia, Samuel stepped outside alone, ready to conquer the world, or at least the path home. Amelia was a young woman of 26, born on October 28th, 1997. She stood about 5’7” tall, weighing in at around 130 pounds. Samuel didn’t know much about his father, Benjamin, except that he was a tall man of 6'2" and about 190 pounds, born on December 20, 1995. He was no longer a part of their lives because he'd chosen a path of adventure over responsibility. It left a gaping hole in Amelia's heart, but she braved it for Samuel's sake. Samuel's Aunt Lydia, always smothering him with hugs and candies, was an adorable 32-year-old woman of 5'5" and 150 pounds. Samuel especially missed Uncle Joseph, slightly younger than Aunt Lydia, born on May 15, 1994, standing 5'9" tall and weighing about 170 pounds. He was a sergeant in the army, stationed overseas since Samuel's birth. Despite all the tales he would narrate to his Grandma Edith, who was a petite woman of 60 years, 5'3" and 140 pounds, there was something sinister looming. Samuel had a special stuffed toy that he called the Guard of Nightmares. The toy was a trusty soldier warding off the menace of the dark, and his Golden Retriever, Goldie, was his ever-faithful companion. It was a night of uneventful slumber until his dreams took a turn. He was jolted awake and his nightmare materialized. Instead of his SpongeBob duvet, he was draped in a mildly gaudy Indian bridal lehenga, complete with zari and sequin work. Dazed, Samuel noticed his arm reaching for a golden bangle, his fingers not his stubby ones but slender, dainty fingers of a lady. His amber eyes snapped towards his chest, bumping slightly outwards in contours alien to him. He gazed at his feet; instead of the familiar feet, a pair of graceful feminine feet adorned in colorful anklets were nestled in glittering stiletto heels. Myra, the name echoed in his mind, a 33-year-old proud Indian woman standing 5'6” tall at 140 pounds born on November 12, 1990. A respected journalist in her community, her raven-black hair maintained in a neat bun, her twinkling hazel eyes masked behind rimmed glasses. Myra was about to be married to her college sweetheart, Prem. The anticipated event had a pretty long guest list, except for her childhood friend Veena who had a falling out with her years ago. “Sam’mel want to go home...Miss mommy...” The realization that those words, misspelt and brokenly expressed, came from him made dread flood through his veins. He tried to scramble to his feet but the unfamiliar height of his new body and the constraints of the high stiletto heels caused him to topple over, landing on the ornately decorated rug. “Myra want Sam’mel’s home...miss mommy...miss mio Granny...miss Guardy Night’mar,” Samuel sputtered in broken English again, his new female voice causing unsettling chills run down his spine. No longer in his familiar surroundings, he reached out for his toy, "Guardy Night’mar, Sa’mel miss soo much…” A dreadful realization dawned upon him as he squeezed shut his eyes, the switch was permanent. The understanding made pain lance through his heart as a single tear slipped down to wet the intricate embroidery of his now permanent bridal attire.
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