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Question: Write me a long and thorough and detailed story the way I write about a random 6 year old boy with a description of the boy's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, what state he's from, hair color and style and eye color. His young mom's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. His young dad whose no longer in his life's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. His young aunt's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. His young uncle whose busy doing other stuff's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. His grandma's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. Have him be walking home alone for the first time when he gets home and the house is completely empty. Have him sit down on the couch and blink only to suddenly find himself in a different house on a different couch. Have him look down to notice he's in a more mature body. Have him realize he's a woman wearing a feminine outfit barefoot with accessories and makeup and painted nails. Reveal the woman's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color and what state she's from and what she was doing just seconds ago. Have a man grab the boy's new female feet shoving a pair of some kind of women's shoes on his feet. Have the boy jerk but unwillingly playfully react to the shoes getting put on her feet saying something and have it be in quoted text. Reveal who the man is to the woman, his name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. The swap is permanent and the boy is sad. Have the boy say he's gonna miss mommy so much and have it be in quoted text.
In the empathetic town of White Oak, North Carolina, lived a spirited, 6-years-old lad named Jack Fisher, who was born in the springtime on April 13, 2015, making him a vivacious Aries. Jack stood at about 3'10", with a light weight of 46 pounds, typical for a boy his age. He was adorned with a thick mop of messy chestnut-brown hair and his eyes, the shade of azure, glowed with mischief and fun. With much regret, his father, Noah Fisher hadn't been a part of his life since he was just an infant. Noah was born on February 22, 1993, making him 28 years old. Boasting 6 feet in height and a well-built body of 185 pounds, he shared the same walnut-colored hair and sapphire eyes like his son. Jack's mother, Emily Fisher, a young lady of 29, was born on dreamy December 10, 1992. Standing at 5'6" and weighing 125 pounds, she was blessed with shoulder-length raven-hued hair and eyes so green they could rival an emerald. Emily appeared like an elegy of roses amidst frost, fragile yet enchanting. Jack's effervescent Aunt, Anna, was his father's younger sister. Being 26-years old, she was born March 3, 1995, standing a slight 5'4" high and weighing about 120 pounds. Her pixie-bob auburn hair and chocolate-brown eyes created a unique combination of mischief and wisdom. His Uncle Ben, who was usually bustling around handling his own affairs, aged 28, was born on June 5, 1993. He was a towering figure at 6'2" and weighed nearly 190 pounds, with a head full of sandy-colored hair and moss-green eyes. Lastly, his grandmother, Susan Fisher, a splendid lady in her early sixties, was the matriarch of the family. She has weaved her life since March 26, 1961. Her 5'2" height and 145-pound weight were merriment in her short honey-colored hair and soft hazel eyes. One cloudy afternoon, Jack found himself navigating his way home alone for the first time. He walked into the eerily quiet house, his confused eyes scanned the desolate surroundings. Overcome with anxiety and exhaustion, he sunk into the familiar couch, closing his eyes for a mere blink but found himself sitting on a different couch, in a completely unknown space. As he looked down, he found himself in a surprisingly mature and feminized body. His clothes felt different, softer. He was wearing a silk blouse and a pair of slacks, barefoot with delicately painted nails. A soft hand mirror resting on the coffee table reflected an unfamiliar face, a face of a woman. His new body belonged to a vibrant lady named Sarah Miller, a 30-year-old woman, born on August 22, 1991, and standing at a height of 5'7" and weighing approximately 134 pounds. Her long wavy auburn hair and sky-blue eyes were echoed in the mirror. She was from Seattle, Washington, and only seconds ago, she was preparing for a quiet evening at home. Suddenly, her solitude was broken by a male voice. Looking down, she saw a man slipping a pair of peep-toe pumps onto her feet. With her sudden jerk to the unexpected touch, he chuckled, "Always so ticklish, Sarry." The man's name was David Baker, Sarah's partner, aged 32, and a born Leo on July 29, 1989. At 6'1", weighing 190 pounds, he had an undercut hair that was warmly ginger, and his eyes twinkled in a mystic gray hue. Finally, accepting the fact that this transformation was permanent, Jack, now Sarah, felt an onset of melancholy. He would miss the loving embrace of his mother, the comforting aura of his aunt, and the wise tales of his grandmother. His young heart echoed with longing as he held back the tears, uttering a breaking whisper, "I am going to miss Mommy so much," embedding a forlorn end to a nonlinear day.
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