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Question: 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, 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 in a different part of the US as he looks down seeing a small skimpy and expensive outfit barely covering her boobs or butt with a description of the skimpy outfit and revealing and mature and expensive brand sandals with a description of what they look like and include actual expensive name brands for parts of the outfit and have the outfit be too short for the cold weather which was also raining. Describe the woman who's body the 6 year old ends up in being a woman and the reason why she's wearing the outfit and why she's out in the rain being that she just left that day and ran away from a man she knows with a description of who that person is to her and why she ran away from him and who she is and have her still be wearing something connecting her to the man. Include a detailed description of the woman including her name, age being much older than his mom, slightly older than his grandma, where she's from being from the Marshall Islands, birthday, birth year being earlier than his grandma, height being shorter than his mom and grandma, weight being heavier over 300 pounds, hair color, hairstyle, eye color and what she's wearing accessories and jewelry included with expensive earrings being expensive jewelry and earrings and expensive purse being an expensive purse and what's inside the purse included being expensive essentials and things a rich person would have and what she sounds like and her skimpy outfit being expensive brands and sandals being an expensive brand and purse being an expensive brand and accessories being expensive brands and have everything be expensive luxury brands from the outfit to the sandals to the jewelry to the purse and everything inside including car keys to an expensive car. Have the boy look down at the sandals on his feet innocently before sticking his foot out shaking from how uncomfortable he was feeling the purse weighing down on his shoulder. Have him look down at the mature sandals on his feet sticking his tongue out at how girly they are pulling a foot out and looking at how small and dainty his foot was before catching his reflection in a nearby mirror. Have the boy remove the other sandal walking barefoot as he looked down at his new body and looking back up at the mirror as night time got darker causing tears to form on his new face. Have him step in something nasty getting something on his foot grossing him out. Have him unwillingly look at his feet and say why did I take off these heels when they cost me a few thousand dollars and I probably ruined my pedicure and have it be in quoted text still speaking English but broken English at that. Have the boy say how he's gonna miss mommy and grandma so much and how he doesn't wanna be a girl and how scary it is out here in the dark and have it be in quoted text still speaking English but broken English. Have the boy somehow realize he's older than his mom now and he's even older than his grandma making his heartbeat increase as he started crying. Have the boy stumble to a nearby bench sitting down and unwillingly crossing his legs and pulling something out of the purse and talking about the item in a mature feminine way and have it be in quoted text and including the words still speaking English but broken. Have him pull out some cash afterwards and think about buying candy or something a 6 year old boy would like but unwillingly talk about buying something more feminine and mature with the cash including the item she wants to buy being mentioned and looking at the money being unable to read the English words asking out loud why can't he read it anymore and have it be in quoted text and still speaking English but broken. Have him find a photo of the woman when she was younger describing what she looks like and when the photo was taken and who took the photo and how old she was and have the photo be taken when his actual grandma was still very young. Have him flash back to when the photo was taken and unwillingly say how he remembers everything about the photo and have it be in broken English. Have him think of the name of his home state stuttering as he tried to pronounce it until he pronounced the name of his island hometown and have it be in quoted text and broken English. Have him try to think of his grandma and mom pronouncing their names stuttering until the memory of them faded and he couldn't remember who they were anymore and he pronounced the names of his islander mother and grandmother and have it be in quoted text and broken English. Have him look at his new form and his mature reflection in the mirror and the sandals on his feet and squeeze his eyes shut crying not knowing he was gonna be the woman forever and would never be a boy again and he was gonna miss his old life but knew he couldn't go back unfortunately. Have the words be spelled and pronounced differently throughout the story due to the woman's broken English but have him be still speaking English but make it a very thick accent pronouncing very basic English words wrong like an islander woman trying to speak English but have the words be spelled wrong and spaced out in the quotes.
In the year 2024, there was a little 6-year-old boy named Milo whose heart was filled with the purest form of joy and anticipation. Milo was born on February 8, 2018, in the heart of Texas, Dallas, standing 3'9" tall and weighing just about 40 pounds. His hair was the color of golden honey, cut in a gentle mop-top style framing his round, innocent face. His eyes were big and inquisitive, a beautiful shade of hazel, matching the tan baseball sneakers he wore every day. Milo was used to his soft voice full of wonder and his daily comfort outfit: comfortable denim shorts, a Spider-Man red T-shirt, and those adorable baseball sneakers that squeaked with each step. Milo's mother, Natalia, a youthful woman of 30, was born on April 15, 1994. She was 5'6", with slender build tipping the scales at 135 pounds. Natalia's mother, and Milo's beloved grandma, Giselle, was 60 years old, blessing the world with her arrival in the fall of 1964 on the 18th of October. She was a head taller than Natalia, standing at 5'8" and weighed about 160 lbs. Today was a special day for Milo because, for the first time, he was allowed to walk home alone. The stories were flowing through his tiny head, ready to be told to the eagerly waiting Natalia and Giselle over at her comfy house, while hugging his favorite stuffed bear and petting Max, his loyal spaniel. All of a sudden, just as quickly as a blink of an eye, Milo was in a completely foreign part of the U.S., cold and rainy. His tiny sneakers were replaced with Gucci 'Thong' sandals, barely covering dainty feet. A skimpy Versace mini dress, much too revealing for the icy breeze, clung to his small frame. It barely concealed the Chanel maillot underneath, showcasing a significant amount of bust and bottock, a huge leap from the Spider-Man t-shirt and denim shorts. Exiting an expensive Bentley, Milo now was Lisaa, a 65-year-old woman, slightly older than Giselle. Lisaa was a graceful woman born on August 28, 1959, residing in the Marshall Islands but currently in windy New York. A considerable change from the regularly sunny Dallas. As a child, Lisaa was a petite girl, but due to her unhealthy lifestyle, she had gained significant weight, reaching over 300 pounds. She was only 5'2", shorter than both Natalia and Giselle. Her rich, red hair cascaded over her shoulders in beautiful waves, and her dark brown eyes perfectly matched her sophisticated attire. She was adorned in sparkling diamonds, an assortment of Cartier bracelets decorated her wrist, and Van Cleef & Arpels earrings dangled elegantly against her collarbone. A large Birkin bag, filled with Dior cosmetics and elegantly lined with satin, weighed down her shoulder, the handle embossed with initials "L.L." hinted at her connection to her abusive ex-husband she had just left—Lucas Langley, a wealthy financier. Milo looked at his sophisticated body and the unfamiliar woman in the shivering reflection. His heartbeat amplified in rhythm with each chime of his Cartier bracelets. The chilling night was creeping in, and the soft giggle that escaped Lisaa's lips echoed in the air, sounding so alien to Milo's ears. Lisaa unluckily stepped on gum, grossing him out, "Why did I remove these costly sandals? Now they need cleaning, and my pedicure is ruined," Lisaa murmured in English, but in a fragmented, heavily accented dialect. With tears dotting Lisaa's dark eyes, a realization hit Milo: He was now older than his mother and grandma. He whimpered, "I miss mommy, I miss grandma. I don't want to be a girl. It's scary and cold." Crossing Lisaa's legs against the cold, he pulled out a Chanel lipstick out of the Birkin, commenting on the prestige of the mature, feminine item, "That's a matte Chanel lip color, so posh." Yet, the boy inside Lisaa longed for candy. Looking at the bundle of cash in the Prada wallet, he misread "FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS" as "FIFE HONED DALLERS," and wondered out loud, "Why can't I read anymore?" The photo of a young Lisaa taken by her father in 1973 revealed a beautiful woman in sundress with Lucas, when Milo's grandmother was but a young woman. He remembered every detail of the photograph, speaking in Lisaa's broken English, "I memba everyting about da poto. Was a good day back home." His memory of Texas faded, stammering out "Mash… Marshall Islands" in Lisaa's voice. A similar fate awaited his precious memories of Natalia and Giselle, fading and being replaced with memories of Lisaa's islander mother, Marie, and grandmother, Amata. Checking his appearance, he whispered, choked by the increasingly real situation, "Me, not Milo. Me, Lisaa." Staring at the mature Lisaa in the mirror and the sandals on his feet, tears welled up in his eyes. He shut them tightly. This was his new reality. The memories of his family and former life were getting fainter. He hesitantly accepted his new life, knowing he couldn't turn back the clock. Still, his broken English remained as the last tie to Milo: a distant whisper of the past echoing in the shell of a new, unfamiliar entity. Milo was forever Lisaa.
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