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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 12 year old girl with a description of the girl's name, where she's from in the US, birthday, race being white, birth year, height, weight, hair color, hairstyle, eye color and what she's wearing shoes included with her outfit not being very girly as she was a tomboy and what she sounds like as she walks home alone for the first time with permission from her younger mom. Include her mom's name, age, birthday and birth year, height, and weight. Include her dad's name, age, birthday and birth year, height and weight and have him not be in his daughter's life and explain why. Include her aunt's name, age being younger than her mom, birthday and birth year being younger than her mom, height and weight. Include her uncle's name, age being younger than her aunt, birthday and birth year being younger than her aunt, height and weight and have him not be present either. Include her grandma's name, age, birthday and birth year, height and weight. Have the girl be excited to tell all the cool stories about walking alone she was gonna to her mom and grandma when she went over to her house and her loving stuffed animal and her dog as well as the boy she had a crush on. Include the boy's name, age, birthday, birth year, height, weight, eye color, hair color and hairstyle and how long she had a crush on him and if he knew. As she walked through the door, she noticed the whole house was empty. Have her blink and suddenly be in a different part of the US. Have her feel the weight of a purse on her shoulder which makes her uncomfortable as she was preferred backpacks over purses as she deemed purses too girly. Include a description of the purse and what feminine and adult woman would have for her appearance and her lifestyle. Have her look down to see a feminine blouse under a small blazer paired with jean shorts and pair of feminine flip flops with her nails painted red and have her have some trashy tattoos in certain parts of her body with a description of her outfit and the tattoos. Have her attempt to walk normally being extremely uncomfortable as she pulled the purse off her shoulder and look at the flip flops not liking she was wearing such a girly outfit only to unwillingly toss the purse back on her shoulder and clip clop very quickly to a nearby mirror seeing her reflection for the first time. Have her look shockingly at her reflection and back down at her body noticing how she looked nothing like her mom at all not having the same nose or eyes or ears or hair or anything. Reveal she's in the body of an older woman. Reveal the older woman's name, age, birthday, birth year being older than her dad, height, weight, race, marital status, if she has kids, hair color and style being long and curly, eye color and what state she's from and where she was and what she was doing. Have the swap be permanent. Have her clip clop down the road noticing a mouse scurrying her way. Have her smile as she loved mice normally and all kinds of bugs and vermin being a tomboy. Have the mouse stand on her new feet. Have her unwillingly suddenly scream throwing her feet causing the mouse to run off when she unwillingly swung her purse at the mouse and have her unwillingly say something mean about the mouse and her being afraid of it and touching her body or her feet and have it be in quoted text adding it might ruin something about her. Have her start crying at who she is now.
In the year 2024, nestled away in the rolling hills of West Virginia, lived an astoundingly unique 12-year-old girl named Lillian Holt. Born on the crisp, autumn morning of October 24, 2012, Lillian was a tower of strength and endurance for her age, standing at an impressive 5 feet 2 inches tall, and weighing in at a healthy 102 pounds. The young blonde, who styled her hair in a low, messy ponytail paired with dazzling green eyes, strayed from the common stereotypes of young girls her age. The tomboyish vibe was signified by her choice of clothing: from band T-shirts, to cargo pants, to the worn-out trainers that could tell a thousand stories, Lillian veered away from the typically 'girly' trappings. One could almost hear the scuffing of her shoes and the low hum of her voice as she practiced her stories, stories of independent walks and brave adventures, she was looking forward to sharing with her mom, Jenny. Jenny, Lillian's mom, born on January 17, 1996, was young for a mom of a 12-year-old. At a solid 5 feet 6 inches and weighing 130 pounds, Jenny was quite athletic, having shared the tales of her own feisty childhood tomboy days with her daughter. Jenny had come into the world through the care of her own mother, Linda, on June 25, 1958, and Linda, now a spry 65-year-old woman of 145 pounds and 5 feet 5 inches tall, was a beacon of wisdom and compassion. Lillian's father, Stanley, born on June 20, 1994, could only be a specter from a past journey of her mother, never having played a part in her life because disputes and incompatible differences led him to disconnect from Lillian and Jenny. Additionally, her Aunt Diana and Uncle Chris, younger than Jenny with birthdays on June 15, 1999, and December 5, 2001 respectively, were far removed from her life due to their nomadic lifestyles. Diana, a slender woman of 5 feet 6 inches and 120 pounds, and Chris, a muscular 6 feet 2 inches man weighing 185 pounds, were only phantoms in family photos she came across in their attic. Ah, but there was also Toby, Lillian's secret crush. Toby, born on February 20, 2011, with his perfectly messed-up chocolate brown hair, ocean blue eyes, standing at 5 feet 6 inches, and weighing 110 pounds, was blissfully ignorant of the 6-month-old crush Lillian harbored for him. One such day, as Lillian pushed open the door of her deserted house after her first solo walk, she noticed the house was vacant, echoing with silence. She blinked, and her surroundings morphed instantly. Abruptly, she found herself in the heart of bustling New York City. The weight of a purse draped over her shoulder felt alien, her tomboyish spirit rejecting the femininity it carried. Lillian looked down, registering a pair of jean shorts and a feminine white blouse under a neat blazer she wore. A pair of flip-flops squeezed between her toes, making her feel uncomfortable and out of place. The digits of her hands, now painted a bright red, contrasted with the previously unpainted nails she was accustomed to. Trite tattoos adorned her arms: a dreamcatcher, a rose stem, and a cursive 'Carpe Diem'. Pulling at the purse around her shoulder, she noted its classy leather finishing, perfectly fitting for a sophisticated woman in her late thirties. She sighs, faced with an unexpected ordeal. Lillian paced over to the nearest mirror, and the sight shocked her. She saw a face morphed into maturity, a face void of any similarities to Jenny. Her nose, her eyes, her ears, and even her hair, were all distinctively different from Jenny. She wasn't her tomboyish self anymore; instead, staring back was an unfamiliar woman named Patricia Withers, a 40-year-old woman born on May 7, 1984, taller than her dad at 5 feet 8 inches, weighing 140 pounds with long, curly brunette locks merrily bouncing on her petite shoulders, and a pair of warm brown eyes. Patricia, a small town Oregonian, was a divorced woman with two adult kids of her own. Patricia gave an unsettling feeling of permanent, irreversible awkwardness, making Lillian's heart plummet. As she clip-clopped down the road, a tiny mouse scampered over to her new feminine feet. Under normal circumstances, this was something Lillian would've appreciated due to her tomboy nature, but she found herself screaming instead. In her new voice, Patricia uttered, "Get out, filthy mouse! You might ruin my new pedicure!" Tears welled in Lillian's eyes as she frightened the harmless creature away. She felt a cascade of feelings--confusion, pressure, loss, and sheer sorrow--at losing her earlier identity, and faced the reality of her new life as Patricia. The once proud tomboy was left navigating her new reality as a sophisticated woman in the heart of New York City, grappling with her new life while clinging onto the memories of her old one.
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