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Question: Story: The year is 2024. Write me a 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, 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 being sometime in the 1950s, 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 see-through outfit barely covering her body with a description of the skimpy outfit and skimpy sandals with a description of what they look like and have the outfit be too short for the cold weather. Describe the woman who's body the 6 year old ends up in including her name, age being older than his mom by 10 years, birthday, birth year, race being Hispanic American, height, weight, hair color, hairstyle, eye color and what she's wearing accessories and jewelry and earrings and fierce makeup and bold lipstick and long fake nails and purse and what inside the purse included being revealing and inappropriate and what she sounds like and if she's with somebody with it being a woman and have the other woman address the woman in a sassy way calling her ho like it's a playful nickname and asking what's wrong with her calling her bitch and not to worry that there were plenty of good looking men with nice muscles and whether or not they were gonna go to the club and get lit and get drunk with their other girlfriends the woman referred to as sluts and hos and how she and her friend are the baddest bitches at the club and have it be in quoted text. Have the woman whose body he ends up in be celebrating a special occasion wearing something on her head to celebrate. Include a description of the special occasion. Have her friend acknowledge special occasion while smiling at her friend and calling her a cutie and bitch and have it be in quoted text. Have her friend also start running her hands all over the body of who she assumes is her friend and smack her butt and comparing their outfits saying her friend always looks way better than her before adding how it makes sense since she's a natural queen and all the other women around should be jealous and have it be in quoted text trying to soothe her friend's sudden worried behavior. Have a nearby middle aged woman with her age included yell rude comments at the little boy now in the woman's body and her friend saying how they dressed like sluts and how they look like street walkers and have it be in quoted text. Have the friend of the woman whose body the 6 year old is stuck in yell at the older woman and say how at least she and her friend are still attractive and beautiful and how she wishes she could still be hot and young and have it be in quoted text. Have the little boy unwillingly yell at the middle aged woman how women like her and her friend are still young and hot but and have it be in quoted text and have him use the word bitch. Describe the other woman's name, age being slightly younger than her friend, birthday, birth year, race, height, weight, hair color, hairstyle, eye color and what she's wearing with it being just as skimpy with sandals included and fake nails as the woman the 6 year old boy ends up in the body of accessories and jewelry and earrings and fierce makeup and bold lipstick and fake nails and purse and what's inside the purse included being inappropriate and what she sounds like. Have the 6 year old boy spot his new reflection in the mirror as he stumbles over to the mirror blinking innocently even with his new more mature eyes shaking from how revealing his outfit was. Have the boy take the purse off his new mature shoulder looking at it innocently finding a dollar bill inside and innocently thinking of buying something to calm himself down before losing grip of the dollar bill which landed on the ground right next to him. Have the boy bend down trying to pick it up being unable to grip it due to his long fake nails before getting teary eyed and giving up when the woman's friend told her to put her money back in her purse and drinks were on her tonight. Have the boy pull at his skimpy outfit and sandals grossed out at how girly they looked missing his own clothes and body when the woman's friend ran over bending down tightening the sandals around his new female feet looking and saying how bitches gotta stick together and have it be in quoted text. Have the little boy unwillingly put the purse back on his shoulder in a seductive way. Have the little boy start crying as he wonders how he's gonna get home and if he'll ever see mommy again and have it be in quoted text unwillingly including sounding like a little kid missing their mom. Have the boy then unwillingly strut to a secluded alley right by the club before catching his reflection again blinking innocently at his new reflection. Have the boy pull a self defense item out of the purse unwillingly before saying she won't have any man take advantage of her tonight before putting it back in the purse and saying how she dares a bitch to try before sticking her foot out and posing seductively and have it be in quoted text. Have the boy try grabbing at the girly sandals on his feet to remove them not being able to figure out the straps or the heels not being able to grip the sandals cause of his nail extensions before frowning at himself. Have him squeeze his eyes as he imagined being at home and seeing himself walking through his house happily only to lose balance in his sandals causing his new eyes to jerk open bringing him back to his new reality. Please include him imagining himself again at home running through the house sitting on the living room couch wearing his sneakers as he bent down to take off the sneakers, his grip around the shoes instantly turned into long fake nails attempting to pull the straps off feminine sandals with heels on them as he was now sitting on a random bench near the club looking down. He started crying hoping he would be able to get back to his own body soon not aware this body swap was in fact permanent and he would never ever be a boy again in a very sad ending.
The sun crept over the horizon in a cozy neighborhood of Portland, Oregon. In a modest white house with blue shutters, a six-year-old boy named Jack Taylor was preparing himself for a brave journey – walking home from school all by himself. Jack, born on July 18th, 2018, carried the typical features of an average school boy in America with his height of 3 feet 6 inches, and a weight of 50 pounds. His hair was a wild mess of copper curls, his big, blue eyes were filled with a childlike happiness as he set out on his own adventure – sporting a striped t-shirt, a pair of navy-blue cargo shorts, and black sneakers with red laces. His mother, Emily Taylor, was a 30-year-old single mother, born on October 19, 1994. With a height of 5’4”, and a petite figure at 130 pounds, Emily always had a soft smile when seeing off her brave little boy. Jack was excited to tell stories of his solo expedition to not just his mother – but also to his cherished grandmother. Julia Moore, born on March 12, 1950, and at an age of 74, held stories of her own life’s adventure that mirrored Jack’s enthusiasm. Standing at 5’2” and weighing 156 pounds, she welcomed every opportunity to see her grandson, with a heart full of affection. Without a warning, the world went blank and Jack found himself in an unusually tall body. He looked down at his skimpy outfit shivering from the cold, in sunny Miami, atypical for his new thin-strapped top, a shimmery mini skirt, and strappy silver sandals that fought against the cold breeze. Jack found himself in a completely different body – a woman named Maria Gomez – a Hispanic American woman who was 10 years older than his mother, born on August 21st, 1984, making her 40 years old. Standing at 5’7”, weighing 150 pounds, she had chocolate-brown hair styled up into a messy bun, hazel eyes, and was surprisingly wearing a ‘birthday girl’ headband. One of her friends, Sofia, just slightly younger than Maria, aged 38, born on November 3rd, 1986, slightly shorter at 5’6” and lighter headed over giggling. She looked at Jack struggling to get the dollar bill in Maria’s barely there clutch purse, prancing in her barely-there pink sequin top, skinny jeans, and stiletto sandals, "Aw come on ho, why so down all of sudden?" "Butch, it’s freezing here!” Jack managed to stutter in Maria’s husky, Hispanic-accented voice while making a failed attempt to appear casual. Surprising Jack with a smack on his new butt, Sofia suggested, “Let’s just get lit and enjoy our night." Suddenly, an older woman, probably in her 50s, rushed at them, shouting, "You two look like a couple of whores!" This time, without waiting for Jack to find his new voice, Sofia retorted, “Bitch, at least we are hot enough to grab your husband's eyes." Leaning on the foul language he had accidentally learned, little Jack shouted in the mature voice of Maria, “Bitch, we young, and we hot." Caught up in this grown-up world, Jack felt a tear squeeze out of his new hazel eyes. Panic set in as he realized he was not home. In Maria's voice, his involuntary words echoed, “I want to go home, I want my mommy!" “Girl, you just need a drink in you. Drinks are on me tonight!" Sofia reassured, helping Jack adjust the straps of Maria’s skimpy silver sandals. Pulling out a small can of mace from Maria’s clutch, Jack declared, “I won’t let any man take advantage of me tonight.” Posing in a way he saw Maria do, he cried out, “I’d like to see a bitch to try.” In a split second, Jack's world crumbled around him as his reflection showed him as Maria, standing forever tall in the body of this woman. His heart, a little boy's, resided within the body of Maria. Jack never made it back to the loving home he dreamed of. His tears slid down Maria's cheeks, forever trapped in Maria's body, he would never again run through his house, or see his young mother, or hear his grandmother’s loving laughter, he would never again be a boy.
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