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Question: Story: Write me a story the way I write about a random young little boy with a description of what he's wearing, his name, age, height, what state he's from and what he's doing as he goes to sleep. Please have wake up in the body of a famous drag queen with the name of the drag queen included. Please have him jerk awake unwillingly saying something feminine about his body and outfit and something a drag queen would say and have it be in quoted text. Include her age, her real birth date and birthday, height, have him be older than someone he's supposed to be younger than, what state she lives in, what she's wearing including her shoes with a description of her outfit and her hairstyle and her makeup and lipstick and nail polish included and have the boy be scared and start crying as he doesn't know what is going on. Please have the boy say "mommy i'm scared" in the drag queen's voice scaring him and have him unwillingly say something a drag queen would say about not needing a mommy cause she is her own mommy and have it be in quoted text.
Once upon a time in the rustic old town of Thompson, North Dakota, lived a small boy named Jamie. Jamie was a sprightly 7-year-old, just 4 feet 2 inches tall with a childlike innocence that made him everyone's favorite. Every night, he would slip into his starry night-themed pajamas, a gift from his grandmother. With an affectionate goodnight kiss to his parents, he would retire to his room, before saying his prayers, and drifting off to sleep. One eerie night, under the shimmering starlight and glowing moon, Jamie cuddled his teddy, closed his eyes and slowly, but peacefully drifted into the world of dreams. Suddenly, with a start, he jerked awake, no longer in his familiar warm surroundings. Instead, Jamie was reluctantly standing upright as he wrapped his head around his strange environment. He looked down, reluctantly noticing the sudden change in his body, he let out a high-pitched, feminine yelp, "Good heavens! These chicken cutlets are freezing, and why am I wearing a size 13 pump?" His voice felt foreign, it was deeper, more pronounced. He was in a vibrant room draped in velvet, sequins, and feathers. Looking at the mirror, Jamie noticed the face of the famous drag queen, Tiffany Rose, staring back. Tiffany, born on February 12, 1977, was a fiery, 5-foot 9-inch tall Drag Queen, renowned for her glamorous performances nationwide. The 44-year-old was supposed to be younger than his mom, but by some cosmic game of fate, here Jamie was, significantly older than her. Examining his new appearance, he was stunned by his striking outfit, an elaborate sequined gown, cinched at the waist adorned with feathery boas that matched perfectly with his high-heeled blush-colored pumps. His hair, styled into an exaggerated beehive, was a cascade of blonde locks and his makeup was meticulously done - a smoky eye paired with a bold fuchsia lipstick and nails painted a matching shade. He was now in San Francisco, California, a long way from North Dakota. Terrified, Jamie burst into tears, and in Tiffany’s voice whimpered, "Mommy, I'm scared." Then, unexpectedly, a diva-like resolve rose in him, with his tear stained cheeks now sparkling under the stage lights. In Tiffany’s confident, larger than life voice, Jamie steadfastly stated, "Honey, I don't need no mommy. If anything, I'm my own mommy!" While it was a terrifying moment for Jamie, his new persona was quickly taking over, showing him a different world, a different perspective, and perhaps, a wonderfully different adventure.
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