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Question: Story: The year is 2024. Write me a story the way I write about a random 6 year old boy with a description of the boy's name, where he's from in the US, birthday, 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 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 blink and suddenly be taller and in a different part of the US as he looks down seeing a small skimpy and expensive outfit barely covering her boobs or butt with a description of the skimpy outfit and revealing and mature and expensive sandals with a description of what they look like and include actual name brands for parts of the outfit and have the outfit be too short for the cold weather which was also raining. Describe the woman who's body the 6 year old ends up in being a woman and the reason why she's wearing the outfit and why she's out in the rain being that she just left that day and ran away from a man she knows with a description of who that person is to her and why she ran away from him and who she is and have her still be wearing something connecting her to the man. Include a detailed description of the woman including her name, age being much older than his mom, barely younger than his grandma, where she's from, birthday, birth year, race, height, weight, hair color, hairstyle, eye color and what she's wearing accessories and jewelry included and expensive purse and what's inside the purse included being revealing and what she sounds like. Have the boy look down at the sandals on his feet innocently before sticking his foot out shaking from how uncomfortable he was feeling the purse weighing down on his shoulder. Have him look down at the mature sandals on his feet sticking his tongue out at how girly they are pulling a foot out and looking at how small and dainty his foot was before catching his reflection in a nearby mirror. Have the boy remove the other sandal walking barefoot as he looked down at his new body and looking back up at the mirror as night time got darker causing tears to form on his new face. Have the boy try to walk barefoot stepping on nasty stuff all throughout his steps causing him to look at the sandals in his hands setting them down on the ground and sitting himself on the floor. Have him slip his feet back into the sandals standing up when he heard a loud crash nearby. Have him step in something nasty getting something on his foot grossing him out. Have him unwillingly look at his feet and say dammit these sandals cost me a lot of money and now they're dirty I paid so much money for these when I bought them and have hit be in quoted text. Have him hear something and unwillingly and instinctively pull a small knife out of his purse as he called out in an uncharacteristically mature and feminine way to show yourself young man or are you scared to face a lady you must be a real coward if you're too scared to face me I'm not scared of my piece of shit husband I'm certainly not scared of you and have it be in quoted text before looking down at the ring on her finger and loudly making a mental note to pawn it and pocket the money before snapping out of it. Have the boy say how he's gonna miss mommy and grandma so much and how he doesn't wanna be a girl and how scary it is out here in the dark unwillingly jerking his head and saying how he misses being a handsome young man and how he wants the nice young lady to be his mom unwillingly using his mom's first name and begging to become a nice young man again and have it be in quoted text. Have the boy look down at his new form and the sandals on his feet and squeezed his eyes shut crying not knowing he was permanently stuck in the body of the woman and would never be a boy again.
Once upon a time in the year 2024, a boisterous boy named Ethan lived with his mother in a small town in Nebraska. Born on March 15th, 2018, Ethan stood a petite 3 feet 8 inches tall and weighed around 45 pounds. With a mop of unruly sandy hair, his sparkling hazel eyes mirrored his mother's. His toddler-like voice echoed through the neighborhood as he veered his way back home, sporting a pair of red canvas Chuck Taylors, his favorite blue jeans, and a green t-shirt that said “Amazeballs.” Ethan was raised by his young mother, Sarah, a petite and active woman in her mid-20s. Born on September 9th, 1998, Sarah towered at 5 feet 3 inches and weighed around 120 lbs. He also had his Grandma Susan in his life, born on November 15th, 1959, an affectionate woman who measured 5 feet 5 inches tall and weighed 160 pounds. Ethan was excited about his walk home and the cool stories he was going to share with his family. His stuffed bear, Mr. Cuddles, and his golden retriever, Rexy, were waiting patiently at home to add to his audience. Mid-blink, Ethan found himself abruptly transported to a different part of the US. He was standing in a dark alleyway in New York City. He no longer felt the lightness of his Converse shoes, instead feeling the uncomfortable sensation of tight leather wrapped around his feet. He was wearing a pair of sky-high Gucci stilettos, which were a part of an expensive ensemble barely covering his new adult body. A skimpy, Dolce & Gabbana dress clung to his now curvy and feminine figure. The low-cut neckline revealed more than he was comfortable with and the hemline rose inches above his knees. He looked down at the tight dress, noticing a Tiffany & Co. diamond ring on his slender fingers. This ring represented a painful past, a token of romance turned sour. She was a woman, in her late 50s named Grace, who just left her manipulative husband. Born on February 10th, 1965, Grace was an African-American woman with caramel skin and a svelte figure. Standing 5 feet 6 inches tall and weighing around 140 pounds, she gracefully carried her short, brush-cut auburn hair and peering green eyes. Her Coach purse held her survival kit - a forged ID, cash, a phone, note pads and a small knife. Ethan could barely tolerate the uncomfortable outfit and the heels as they dug into his foot. He took the sandals off and walked barefoot, feeling all the grime and grit of city life under his feet. Looking at his new reflection, reality sunk in, and Ethan started to cry. Suddenly, there was a loud crash nearby. Ethan instinctively pulled out the small knife from the Coach purse and shouted, "Show yourself young man or are you scared to face a lady? You must be a real coward if you're too scared to face me. If I'm not scared of my piece-of-shit husband, I'm certainly not scared of you." Ethan soon realized he was not alone, and he was not himself. He desperately longed for his innocent life back at home, "I want to be a young man again..." he sobbed, "I miss Mommy... I miss Grandma..." His cries echoed through the lonely, dark alleys, only to be met with the harsh reality of his situation - he was stuck, and there was no going back.
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