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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 crop top, short shorts and leather wedges 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 slightly older than his mom and dad, 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 couple girls walk up to the boy with one of them saying hey bitch are we still on for tonight or what and are you still seeing that guy and have it be in quoted text. 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. Have him say how he misses his mommy and have it be in quoted text 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 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 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. Have him close his eyes momentarily hoping it's just a dream but open his eyes still seeing the crop top, short shorts and wedges before unwillingly saying something stereotypical of Hispanic females at the club in English and have it be in quoted text adding stereotypical slang the race is know for saying.
Elijah Thomas, a beloved 6-year-old boy from the heart of Illinois, was born in the winter of 2018, on January 19, to be exact. With a luminous mane of sandy blonde hair slicked back into a neat crew cut, big, cornflower blue eyes, and a light complexion, he was petite compared to his peers. Standing at 3 feet 10 inches and weighing about 40 pounds, he was in preschooler-sized clothing that consisted of a red New Balance shoes, neatly pressed denim shorts, and a Superman T-shirt. His voice was soft and shy, sounding like the whisper of wind passing through evergreens. With curious eyes and a brave heart, he had just embarked on his first solitary venture home. His mother, Mia Thomas, born on May 15, 1994, aged 30, was always his beacon. She was a young, heartwarming woman standing at 5 feet 7 inches tall and weighing about 150 pounds. His father, David Wilkins, though absent from his life due to issues with substance misuse, was born on June 8, 1991, aged 33, and was a towering man of 6 feet 2 inches and weighing around 200 pounds. His family constellation also included Aunt Betty, born January 4, 1987, aged 37, a vivacious woman of 5 feet 5 inches, weighing about 135 pounds, and Uncle Jack, born March 3, 1989, aged 35, a man of solid build, standing 5 feet 10 inches and weighing around 180 pounds. They were not involved directly in his life but never out of his thoughts. His Grandma, Nancy Thomas, born on April 8th, 1960, aged 64, weighing around 160 pounds, and standing 5 feet 3 inches, was another haven of love for him. Elijah was brimming with excitement over the adventures that awaited him and couldn't wait to share them with Mia and Grandma Nancy, not to forget his cherished stuffed toy companion, Mr. Flopsy, and their playful dog Scooter. Late that evening, Elijah found himself jolted awake, not in his comfy cocoon of a bed with Mr. Flopsy by his side, but dressed in an exotic outfit. He was now draped in a vibrant, teal-colored cotton crop top, chiffon short shorts, and strappy leather wedges. A stylish faux-leather crossbody purse rested on his shoulder, and chic oversized sunglasses sat on his head. His hands sported long acrylic nails, shimmering with pink gloss. Elijah was startled to see his reflection in the mirror. His body was no longer his own. Instead, he was in the body of a young woman named Marisa, a Hispanic woman originally from California. She had been born on June 30, 1989, making her 35, slightly older than his parents. Marisa stood 5 feet 8 inches tall and weighed around 130 pounds, with dark, espresso-brown eyes that contrasted with her strikingly white blond hair styled into soft waves cascading down her shoulders. She was known for her vivacious personality, her lifestyle being a stark contrast to Elijah's. Suddenly, two women approached him, one playfully jeering, "Hey, bitch! Are we still on for tonight, or what? Are you still seeing that guy?" The women had been planning on attending the hip happening Catalina's Club in downtown. Slowly getting up, Elijah stumbled in Marisa's heels, collapsing back onto the pavement. His heart pounded like a drum as he pieced together Marisa's birth year from her driver's license, considerably pre-dating his own, as he'd come to learn from his calendar activities in kindergarten. He freaked out, looking at his reflection, his newly mature face decorated with expertly applied makeup that amplified his womanly features, and dramatic hoops swung from his ears. "Wow, I'm not supposed to be older than Mommy and Daddy," he cried out. "I miss Mommy," he confessed, his voice deep and melodic, "I want to go home! I'll miss Grandma and Mr. Flopsy so much. This must be a nightmare. Please, be a nightmare!" he wailed. When he saw he was wearing Marisa's crop top, short shorts, and wedges again, he squealed, spouting in a manner stereotypical for Hispanic club-goers, "Ay Dios mío, I ain't no chica loca!" but the words came out sounding foreign in his new voice. Seeing Marisa's feminine form and knowing he was unable to change it, Elijah screamed, "I want to go home! I don't want to be a girl! I'll miss Mommy and Grandma." Longing for his family, he tried to push up from the ground, but his new nails left him helpless. He slipped back down, his eyes welling up as the reality of the situation sank in. This wasn't a dream; he was stuck in Marisa's body. For the first time, his adventurous spirit was truly tested.
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