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Question: Question: Story: Write me a story the way I type about 6 year old Taylor walking home alone for the first time with permission from his 21 year old mom. He was extremely nervous but felt determination to not let his mom or little sister down. As he walked through the city, he across a couple arguing aggressively. The couple were 33 year old Jonathan and his 31 year old wife Angelica. Please have Angelica be have her dyed red and be shoulder length and brown eyes and have earrings in her ears and a necklace and makeup on and lipstick on and a small shirt and blazer over her shirt and short shorts and leather wedges and have her nails be painted red and have a wedding ring on her finger and have a black eye and a bruised and twisted ankle as well as a purse in her lap. Please have Jonathan say the quote "Don't play with me you bitch! I'm not in the mood today!" before slamming the car door shut. Please have Angelica say the quote "Fuck you too you asshole" quietly under her breath before crying and coddling her purse before spotting the 6 year old boy. Please have Angelica say the quote "Young man? Can you come here for a moment?" Please have Taylor say the quote "Um yes? Mommy needs me home soon. I promised her" Please have Angelica say the quote "I'm sorry but I can't do this anymore" before grabbing Taylor's hands causing his head to start spinning as a shock went through his whole body and his vision went black. Opening his eyes, Taylor felt confused and worried. Please have Taylor realize one of his eye doesn't wanna seem to open before noticing long red hair getting in his face and have him look down to see the blazer, the shirt, the short shorts and the leather wedges as well as the purse, the wedding ring, the necklace and have him notice the boobs on his chest before freaking out. Please have him pull the rear view mirror only to notice his nails were now painted red and see his new female reflection with the black eye still maintaining his child innocence even with the new mature female eyes he now had. Please have Taylor get out of the car stumbling in pain over the twisted ankle he didn't know he had due to the wedges still being on before removing them and running with the wedges and the purse in his hand in fear of wanting to go home before hearing a man yelling in his direction. Please have Taylor start running faster as he looked behind him to see the man start to run after him. Please have Taylor fall down a large ditch before feeling a massive amount of pain in the already twisted ankle Angelica already had before swapping bodies with Taylor. Taylor freaked at the idea of being a girl and the nail polish and makeup he had on as tears welled up in his eyes. Please have Taylor spot his own body coming down the large ditch before kneeling next to him in his new female body. Please have Taylor beg for his body back mentioning the black eye and the twisted ankle. Angelica told him no and told him she would erase his memories so he forgot about his good life before snapping her fingers and climbing back up the ditch. Please have Taylor start crying as his childlike memories started being overridden by memories of Angelica being abused and fighting and caving to Jonathan. Please have Taylor try to hold onto at least be a stronger Angelica than the real one only to have his hopes crushed as he saw memories of Angelica in the car just before she stopped Taylor until Taylor only remembered being Angelica. The new Angelica laid her head down in the grass as a massive headache took over her brain. Please have the new Angelica get up as she looks around and scans her surroundings. Please have Angelica say the quote "What the fuck? Why am I in some random ass ditch? My husband's probably so fucking pissed! I'm so in trouble when he finds me" she said with a shakiness in her voice. Please have Angelica sit down in the grass and slip her wedges back on her feet before putting her purse on her shoulder and have her start climbing up the ditch grunting and wincing in pain at her twisted ankle. Please have Angelica say the quote "This fucking wedding ring is nothing but lies! I can't believe I got married to him. He doesn't deserve me, I can barely walk on my fucking foot cause of him" Angelica stared down at her wedding ring and tore it off her finger tossing it. Please have Angelica say the quote "Ow! My damn ankle hurts so much! Why do I keep running back to him? Where'd I toss my wedding ring? Better find it or I'm definitely pissing off my husband" Angelica eventually found her wedding ring slipping it back on her finger. Angelica strutted over to a nearby mirror staring her reflection in her eyes the youthfulness of Taylor no longer present as he now believed he was Angelica. The new Angelica pulled some concealer out of her purse and started working her magic to cover up her black eye to the best of her ability before touching up on her lipstick and her makeup. Angelica closed her eyes holding back tears as she thought about what her husband would do to her after he found her having no memory of being 6 year old Taylor doomed to spend the rest of her life in an abusive marriage for this story had a bad and permanent ending.
Six-year-old Taylor's heart pounded in his small chest as he set foot on the sidewalk, his mother's words of trust still echoing in his ears. His palms were sweaty with fear yet beneath that fear, he felt a surge of determination. He knew he couldn’t let his mom or his baby sister down. He gulped and took his first few steps towards home, his small sneakers padding softly against the pavement of the city streets. As he walked, he came across a couple involved in a heated argument. The man, seemingly a decade older than Taylor’s own young mother, was tall and menacing, his angry words piercing through the quiet of the street. The woman was stunning - her red hair, which fell over her bruised shoulder, was vibrant against her brown eyes, streaked with mascara. She had a black eye and her ankle appeared to be twisted, giving her an air of vulnerability despite her outwardly polished look, complete with earrings, necklace, makeup and short shorts accented with a small shirt and blazer. A pair of wedges was placed elegantly near her feet. "Don't play with me, you bitch! I'm not in the mood today!" Jonathan spat harshly, his words echoing in Taylor's ears before powerful hands slammed the car door shut. "Fuck you too, you asshole," Angelica muttered under her breath, her voice barely audible. Streams of tears poured down her face as she clutched her purse tightly against her chest, before her gaze fell on young Taylor. "Young man? Can you come here for a moment?" her voice trembled, and Taylor hesitated before approaching. "Um yes? Mommy needs me home soon. I promised her," he said, swallowing lump in his throat. The woman’s heart-breaking expression seemed to falter with newfound determination. "I'm sorry, but I can't do this anymore," Angelica whimpered, suddenly grabbing Taylor's small hands. The next moment, his head started spinning as a shock went through his entire body, his vision going black. When he opened his eyes, he found himself in unfamiliar surroundings. One eye refused to open and his hair felt too long. His heart pounded as he looked down to see the blazer, the shirt, the short shorts, and the wedges. To his horror, he saw the necklace, felt the weight of the wedding ring, and the foreign outline of a woman's chest. He freaked out, his hands shaking as he unveiled the car’s rear-view mirror, revealing his reflection. His nails now painted red, his innocent face marred by a black eye but now also reflecting mature female eyes. Stumbling out of the car, he felt sharp pain shoot through his twisted ankle without the support of the wedges. Panic set in and Taylor began to run, clutching the wedges and purse in his hands. A man's yelling brought him back to reality, and as he turned to see who it was, he tripped and fell down a large ditch, pain shooting through the injured ankle. An image of a little boy, Taylor's former body, took his breath away. He heard the small boy begging for his body back, but he couldn’t respond. His memories of being Angelica's good life overpowered and replaced his childlike memories of his own life. Tears fell down his face as he saw images of painful episodes from Angelica's life flooding his mind. In a last act of desperate rebellion, with fading memories of being six-year-old Taylor, he vowed to be a stronger version of Angelica. But his determination soon shattered, and his consciousness was flooded with Angelica's life until all he remembered was being her. Angelica’s—no, Taylor's new reality set in as the massive headache faded. Disoriented, she muttered out loud as Angelica, desperately trying to make sense of how she ended up in a ditch. Wincing at her twisted ankle, she slipped her wedges back on and began to climb out with gritted teeth. "These wedding rings are nothing but lies! I can't believe I got married to him. He doesn't deserve me, I can barely walk on my fucking foot cause of him," she yelled out, tearing the ring off. Despite her anger, she found herself desperate to find the ring again, fearing her husband's wrath. Once found, she slipped it back on with shaky hands. Looking into a nearby mirror, she stared at her new reflection. The innocent eyes of young Taylor were absent leaving behind the pained, mature eyes of a woman. Pulling out some concealer from her purse, she began to cover her black eye and retouched her makeup. She tried to suppress her sobs as she touched up her lipstick, the bitter thought of returning back to her abusive husband causing her to shudder. She had no idea that she was once known as Taylor, a six-year-old boy promised a future vastly different from the one she was now condemned to. And so, the story ended, bitter and unforgiving, marking a horrifically permanent transformation.
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