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Question: Story: Write me a story the way I type about 6 year old Jack with his 30 year old mom Janet while Janet prepares for her wedding. Please have Jack be brown haired, brown eyed and be wearing a black t-shirt, blue jeans and black shoes opting for a casual look which his mom understood and respected. Please have Janet be from Texas and have a Texas accent and be black haired and brown eyed with her hair done up in an extravagant way for her wedding and be wearing long dangling earrings, makeup, lipstick, a veil over her face, a nice long flowing white wedding dress, white frilly wedding gloves and wedding heels with her fingernails and toenails painted white as well as the engagement ring on her finger and a bouquet of flowers in her grasp. Please have Jack say the quote "Wow! Mommy! You look so beautiful" Please have Janet say the quote "Why thank you darling. So happy to have y'all to help give mama away. You're so handsome" Please have Jack go up to give his mom a quick hug. Please have Jack say the quote "You're so beautiful__ I just love y'all so much mama" Jack found himself finishing the sentence in a much more womanly and mature tone along with Janet's southern accent. Please have Jack be confused at his sudden change of height as well as the white cloth blocking his view. Please have Jack remove the cloth from his face as he looked at his hands and realized he was wearing his mommy's wedding gloves which shouldn't have fit him at all and now holding the bouquet of flowers in his hand. Please have Jack look down as he see's he now has mounds on his chest and realizes he's now wearing his mom's wedding dress. Please have Jack attempt to take one step in his new strange body stumbling and falling before landing on his knees ripping the wedding dress slightly as he looked at his reflection in the mirror seeing his mother's face staring back at him instead of his own only seeing Janet's mature brown makeup covered eyes staring back at him instead of his own innocent eyes. Please have Jack reach up with one of his womanly hands playing with the earrings that he now had in his ears and have him reach up and tug on the black hair that was done up in an extravagant way for Janet's wedding. Please have Jack start tearing up as he hears a knock at the door and a voice telling Janet to get ready to walk down the aisle. Please have Jack say the quote "I ain't no girl! I ain't mama! I'm so scared! What's happening?" as he tried standing up pulling up the wedding dress slightly before noticing the wedding heels on his female feet and cringing at how girly he was dressed and cringing at the white toenail polish. Please have Jack try walking in the wedding heels with his dress pulled upward before stumbling and falling as the veil swung over Jack's face covering it up again. Please have Jack start tearing up even harder. Please have Jack say the quote "This ain't right. Why am I talking like mama? I wanna be a boy again! I hate this dress! Too darn girly! I miss my own clothes!" in Janet's motherly voice and southern accent squeezing his makeup covered eyes shut crying causing his makeup and lipstick to run as he hoped he was just dreaming not knowing he was permanently stuck in the body of his mother Janet never to be his normal self ever again.
Once upon a time, in the heartland of Texas, a small boy of six named Jack was preparing to give his mom away at her wedding. Jack, adorned in a simple black T-shirt, blue jeans, and black shoes, exuded an air of youthful innocence. His brown hair tousled, with brown eyes full of anticipation and excitement. Janet, Jack's mom, was a stunning 30-year-old bride truly embodying the spirit of the Lone Star State. Her black hair styled exquisitely and brown eyes gleamed with excitement and love. She wore long, dangling earrings, her makeup flawless, lips decorated with a shade of roseate lipstick. A veil modestly concealed her face while a beautiful white flowy wedding gown cloaked her body, accentuated by frilly wedding gloves as white as snow. Her fingernails and toenails flashed with white polish to match, and her engagement ring sparkled on her finger. She held a bouquet of flowers, tying together her bridal look perfectly. Seeing his mom, Jack couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow! Mommy! You look so beautiful!" Overwhelmed with love and appreciation, Janet responded, "Why thank you darling. So happy to have y'all to help give mama away. You're so handsome," in her enchanting Southern drawl. Jack gave Janet a quick hug, expressing his affection for his beaming mother. "You're so beautiful__ I just love y'all so much mama," Jack reprised, surprised as his voice altered, no longer the boyish squeak, but now reflecting Janet's mature, charming accent. Jack was suddenly confused as he felt taller and saw a white cloth blocking his view. Quickly sequestering the cloth from his face, looking at his hands, he found them covered by his mom's wedding gloves. They fit him perfectly, which was impossible, or so he thought. As Jack looked down, he saw bulges on his chest and realized he was now clothed in his mom's wedding dress. Trying to take a step, he stumbled in his new entity, landing on his knees tearing a piece of the sophisticated gown. Jack's heart pounded, tempestuously processing what he saw—his mom's face reflected back at him. Janet's mature, makeup-clad eyes appeared to replace his own innocent eyes, causing his heart to race. With one of his now dainty hands, Jack toyed with the earrings on his ears and tugged on his styled black hair. Tears welled up in his eyes as a knock on the door echoed through the room, accompanied by the announcement for Janet to start down the aisle. Panic permeated his voice as he spluttered out, "I ain't no girl! I ain't mama! I'm so scared! What's happening?" He struggled to his feet, lifting up his dress just enough to see the delicate wedding heels on his feet and the white toenail polish making him recoil uncomfortably. Attempting to walk in the heels, Jack stumbled again, his veil cascading over his face once more. Crying openly now, he lamented, "This ain't right. Why am I talking like mama? I wanna be a boy again! I hate this dress! Too darn girly! I miss my own clothes!" Tears streaming down his face, Jack squeezed his eyes shut, fervently wishing this was a fleeting dream. Little did he know, he had embarked on an unfamiliar path, now permanently stuck in the body of his mother, Janet.
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