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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 skimpy outfit and skimpy shoes with a description of the outfit and shoes 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 older than his mom and dad in her 40s, birthday, birth year being older than this mom and dad, 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 group of girls walk up to the boy. Have the boy freak out at his body being scared of what's going on saying something about his appearance and have it be in quoted text. Have one of the girls respond to their friend freaking out in a way that suggests they assume nothing is wrong and their friend is just drunk and also have say hey bitch are we still on for tonight or what and are you planning on getting all the attention from the cute young men tonight like you always do and have it be in quoted text and broken English with words spelled wrong and stutters in the words spelled wrong. Have one of the other girls say how they know all the men will be so excited to get with one of them cause most guys love older women and have it be in quoted text and broken English with words spelled wrong and stutters in the words spelled wrong. Reveal the names, ages, birthdays, and birth years of all the other women the woman is hanging out with. 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 see his reflection seeing his new female and mature face that was wearing tons of makeup and lipstick and earrings. Have him freak out and say wow I'm not supposed to be older than mommy and daddy and have it be in quoted text and broken English with words spelled wrong and stutters in the words spelled wrong. Have him say how he misses his mommy and have it be in quoted text and broken English with words spelled wrong and stutters in the words spelled wrong 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 and broken English with words spelled very wrong and stutters in the words spelled wrong 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 the other women dismiss their friend's weird behavior and have it be in quoted text. 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 and broken English with words spelled wrong and stutters in the words being pronounced wrong. Have him close his eyes momentarily hoping it's just a dream but open his eyes still seeing the skimpy outfit and skimpy shoes. Have him trying to read a nearby sign to figure out where he is realizing he can't read the sign as well before drifting down to the Spanish translation and reading it perfectly.
In the small town of Ignacio, Colorado, there lived an energetic, precious little boy with a heart full of enthusiasm and curiosity. Tyler James Abernathy was a charming six-year-old, as fair as the whitest snow, with a birth year of 2018. His birthday fell on April 12th, celebrating it with a vivacity that matched his spirit. Standing 46 inches tall and weighing around 52 pounds, his bubbling personality had him bounding around his house, emitting an infectious energy that filled the rooms. His neatly trimmed brown hair always dribbled onto his forehead, giving him the classic bowl cut look. At first glance, the shimmering sapphires that were his eyes caught your attention, twinkling with mischief and innocence. Tyler used to dress in a white small checked shirt, dark blue jeans with shoes to match his shirt. His shoes, round-toed and comfortable, were perfect for his adventurous shenanigans. The young boy's smooth voice echoed the crisp air, much like a bird's sweet song, as he walked home from the school alone for the first time. He was the apple of his mother's eyes. Young Amelia Abernathy, an elegant woman of 27 years, born on March 5th, 1997, was his beacon of hope and courage. She stood at a height of 5'5'' and weighed around 130 pounds. Amelia was a single mom; Tyler's father, Charles Abernathy, had abandoned the family when Tyler was just a baby. Born on July 14th, 1996, Charles was a man of 6'2" stature weighing 180 pounds. His departure from Tyler's life was an outcome of his own ambitions and irresponsible attitude towards his parenthood. Tyler was also incredibly fond of his aunt, Jennifer Hayes, born January 23rd, 1988, who was a vibrant 36-year-old, with a height of 5'8'' and weight of around 165 pounds. Tyler's uncle, her younger brother, Mark Hayes, who was 32 born on November 21st, 1992, standing 6 feet tall, and weighing about 170 pounds, lived in New York and wasn't around much. Tyler loved spending his days with his 67 years old grandma, Mildred Abernathy, born on August 2nd, 1957, who stood 5'4" and weighed approximately 155 pounds. Tyler was elated to tell his adventures of walking home alone to his loving mother and grandma when he visited next. As he clutched his favorite stuffed animal - a fuzzy brown bear - and cuddled his pet dog, Max, he drifted off into a deep slumber on his living room's comfortable couch. Suddenly, he found himself jerked awake late in the night. As he sat up, he realized he was no longer in his comfortable surroundings. Instead, he was adjusting a strap on the shoulder of a skimpy red sequinned dress that clung onto a woman's body. Slender fingers adorned with elegant, long curve-ended nails, as dainty as delicate china. He glanced down and spotted a pair of feminine shoes that encased his feet, exposed toes painted a perfect cherry red. The shoes crafted out of red shiny patent leather with three-inch pencil heels that looked terribly uncomfortable. He was confused, his heart pounded in his chest as he looked at the reflection in a nearby window. The face was beautiful, filled with the wisdom of age, eyes the color of molten chocolate beneath a mane of ebony. Illuminated under the artificial lights, the curls cascaded over the shoulders. The date on his phone displayed the birth year as 1980, 18 years before her actual birth year, which caught him off-guard; he couldn't help but acknowledge the woman he now was - Maria Garcia, a woman in her early 40s, not white but Hispanic, from New Mexico. A group of women, all around the same age, approached him with grins on their faces. Noticing their expressions, Tyler fumbled out from his newly-found vocal cords, "I... I look... I look older than Mommy and Daddy. I want Mommy!" His fear and confusion displayed in the way his voice wobbled and stuttered. His newer, mature voice sounded odd and alien to his ears. Despite his outbursts, his companions dismissed his behavior, one of them saying with a fluttering hand and a laugh, "Oh Maria, stop being so dramatic. And yeah, we're still on for tonight. It's your game tonight, honey." The speaker was Bianca, a 45-year-old woman, born on August 23rd, 1979. The other, Carmen, 44 years old, born on December 1st, 1980, voiced out, "Seriously, Maria? We're hitting the salsa club tonight. Relax and get grip of yourself." In his turmoil, Tyler tried to stand, but the towering heels were an obstacle. He stumbled and fell, soon realizing that his new body was older than his parents. "Wow... I'm older than Mommy, and Daddy... this... this must be a nightmare," he stuttered out in instinctive, broken English, the words tumbling out in a jumble. "I... I miss my mommy. I wanna go home... this... this must... be nightmare..." Clapping a hand over his mouth, he quickly silenced himself when he heard the sound of his new voice - mature, feminine, and strangely alien. He finally accepted the reality, tears seeping out from his troubled eyes. In test days, this was indeed a permanent switch. As his vision blurred with tears, he attempted to read a sign nearby but stumbled over the English words. When he looked at the Spanish translation below, his eyes widened, "Calle De La Luz." The words came easily to his tongue. He looked down at his female attire once more, the gravity of the situation enfolding him – he was a part of the woman's world now.
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