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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 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 go to sleep and be sleeping peacefully. Have him wake up the next day on the side of the road in a much taller and older body. Have him notice he's only wearing a bikini top and bottom and bare feet as he notices his nails are now painted. Have him notice multiple tattoos on his arms, chest, legs and back with descriptions of the tattoos. Reveal the name of the woman whose body he ends up in and her age, birthday, scar or injury with explanation on where it came from and how long it's been where it is, an illness and what it is and what it does to her, birth year, race, height, weight, where she's from whether it's another part of the US or a different country, who her family is, other things she happens to have on her at the moment, why she's sleeping outside and the numerous reasons and circumstances that led her out here and whatever else she owns. Have the swap be permanent and the boy be sad. Have the boy try to walk normally but unwillingly walk with a feminine sway quickly and have the boy unwillingly do more feminine things adding more things to the outfit with descriptions on what he's doing. Have him say oh no what am i gonna do without mommy before crying in his new female voice and in an accent if he now had one. Have him clip clop to a nearby mirror in a random location looking down at the ground having trouble processing that the body he sees below him is his new body. Have him slowly look up at the mirror seeing his new female eyes staring back at him as tears pile up in his new eyes as he notices the injury or scar before looking around seeing nobody and nothing he recognizes. Have him start wandering off in a random direction before stumbling across some money on the ground having enough for a snack and a drink now. Have the boy wander into a nearby store getting looked for his outfit as he grabs a candy bar and a soda and buys them before leaving the store including actual name brands for the soda and the candy bar. Have him open his candy bar and soda eating and drinking as nighttime approached and it started getting darker outside. Have the boy start shaking from fear as he slowly fell asleep dreading the new life he now lived. Have the boy say how he's gonna miss mommy and grandma so much before realizing he no longer had his stuffed animal or dog to cuddle as he fell asleep nervously and have it be in quoted text and spelled different. Have something trigger his new bodily illness with an explanation on what triggered it and what happens to his new body and how long it lasts.
Little Jake Foster had just turned six this past September 15, 2024. He was a delightful little rugrat of a child: white, with a mop of bright blond hair that tilted slightly to the right, no matter how combed. At just 3'8" and 42 pounds, his mom Marjorie teased him for taking after her. His twinkling blue eyes were often hidden behind oversized glasses that slid down his small shrimp of a nose. Today, he was sporting bright red and blue sneakers, his favorite pair of khaki shorts, and a dinosaur tee especially since it was his first day walking home alone from school. As he tromped down the sidewalk, his steps echoed with the youthful energy of a rooster’s crow, his breath huffed out in excited hiccups. 24 year-old Marjorie Foster, born on August 12, 2000, had faith in her little soldier. She was a young mom, standing at 5'2" and weighing 120 pounds, but she was robust in her love for her Jake. Jake's dad named Liam, had been the same – a high-spirited lad born on November 17, 1999, until he walked out when Jake was born. At 6'0" and 200 pounds, everyone thought the charming handsome man could handle responsibility. But Liam had his demons, and eventually, they overpowered him. Jake's grandma, Martha, was a tiny lady, her 5'3", 140-pound frame packed with love and warmth. Martha, born on August 19, 1956, was 68 with thin, greying hair but a heart as healthy as a horse. And there was his 48-year-old Aunt Rebecca, Martha’s daughter, born on January 20, 1976, standing at 5'8" and weighing 150 pounds, was the boy's favorite aunt. Jake could barely contain his excitement as he reached home with wild tales of his journey to tell all except his wayward father. Lightning and thunder announced the night, and all was calm as Jake drifted off to sleep, absent of his usually present stuffed animal and his chase-relentless dog Daisy, his journey taking all of his energy. The next day, Jake woke up with an awed gasp, finding himself lying on the foreign, cold asphalt. His heart pounded in his chest, his small 6-year-old body now replaced by a tall, womanly figure. Barefooted, he noted the chipped and painted nails before his eyes caught sight of his reflection in a nearby windshield. He was now donned with a bikini top and bottom, revealing multiple colorful tattoos: a majestic eagle on his chest, a rose intertwined with a thorned branch on his left arm, a fiery phoenix descending down his right leg and a compass on his back, each with their own intricate details. It was the body of 34-year-old Kiera Sullivan, born August 19, 1990. An injury marred her perfect skin; a long scar trailing her left arm, product of a car crash from three years ago. Adding to her troubles was a chronic illness Kiera happened to have. Diagnosed with Fibromyalgia five years ago, numerous reasons and circumstances that led her out here: lost her job, her family disowned her due to her erratic behavior brought on by her illness, made her homeless. Refuge in the quiet solace of streets and parks were her reality. This swap was real. And sadly, permanent. Jake felt his heart steep heavy in his chest. Mournfully, he whispered in his new sultry, feminine voice, "Oh no… What am I gonna do without mommy?" Tears paved way down his cheeks, his slight accent revealed remnants of his innocent 6-year-old self. Jake walked, his movements now imbued with an elegant sway. He stumbled into a store, using the $5 he found in his path. A Snickers bar and a Coke! Nothing would console his anxious soul quite like some sugary treats. As darkness took the day away, Jake sat frightened under a dim street lamp, munching his snack in despair. “I miss momma 'n gmama,” he whispered, clutching at the loose bikini strings around him. His eyes welled up again as he realized his plushy dinosaur and Daisy were nowhere in sight. Hunger, melancholy and tiredness made way for sleep. His Fibromyalgia was triggered, causing muscle pain that made it difficult to get comfortable. But eventually, the darkness of despair took over, his last thoughts filled with his mom, granny and the life he thought he had before.
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