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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 6 year old boy with a description of the boy's name, where he's from in the US, birthday, race being white, 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 dad's name, age, birthday and birth year, height and weight and have him not be in his son's life and explain why. Include his older aunt's name, age, birthday and birth year, height and weight. Include his older uncle's name, age being younger than his aunt, birthday and birth year being younger than his aunt, height and weight and have him not be present either. 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 get home and fall asleep. Have him jerk awake at some point in the night when he realizes he's not even sleeping in a bed anymore. Have him look down realizing he's in one of those electric scooters he sees older people using. Have him assume he was riding it himself for some reason when he looked at his hands realizing they were wrinkled and feminine. Have him look further down to see a dress with a description of the dress and a purse and his feminine wrinkly feet wearing old lady sandals with a description of what makes her look old and a description of the sandals. Have the woman have a medical condition with a description of the condition. Have him look in a nearby mirror to see a woman staring back at him. Reveal what she was shopping for inside of the electric scooter. Reveal the woman's name, age, height, race, weight, birthday and birth year being one year before his grandma. The swap is permanent and the boy is sad. Have him try to say I miss grandma and try to remove his sandals but unwillingly adjust the outfit and the purse before scolding herself for trying to mess her outfit and have it be in quoted text sounding like an angry old lady.
This is the heartfelt tale of Oliver Montgomery, a young boy born in the quiet town of Cedar Ridge, Colorado. Oliver was born on the chilly afternoon of November 7, 2018. His height, quite average for his age, standing resolute at 3 foot 9 inches and his weight a steady 46 pounds. Oliver's hair, the color of chestnuts in autumn, was cut short on the sides while the top was left slightly longer, styled into a modern mohawk that his mom learnt from a YouTube video. Within the innocent depths of his sea blue eyes, was the promise of an exciting story. He was dressed in a neatly pressed, red and white striped t-shirt that was slightly bulging because of his secret; his favorite stuffed animal, a worn-out, brown teddy bear named Whiskers. His black denim shorts ended just above his knees, and he wore red Velcro sneakers which made pleasing 'thip-thop' sounds as he walked down the sidewalk. Rebecca Montgomery, Oliver's young and beautiful mother, was born 24 years ago, on the wintry night of December 21, 2000. Although her age, she carried the responsibility of a single mother with grace and strength. Standing at 5 foot 7 inches and weighing 135 pounds, she had the look of a woman determined yet full of warmth for her son. As for Oliver’s father, Richard Hammond, a man born on June 15, 1998, of tall and lean stature, standing at 6 feet and weighing around 170 pounds, was no longer part of their lives due to his criminal activities that led him to incarceration. Oliver's older aunt, Margaret, was born on February 4, 1982. She was a thickset woman, standing at 5 foot 6 inches and weighting 178 pounds. She was an old soul trapped in a young body who proved unconditionally supportive to Oliver and his mother. Then there was Sam, his uncle, younger to Margaret by two years, born on April 22, 1984. Sam, though loved Oliver, was a wanderer, not often present, standing at 6 foot 1 inch and weighing 165 pounds, his absence often echoed in Oliver's life. His grandmother, Dorothy, was the heart of his family. Born on August 1, 1950, she was a petite woman, standing at 5 foot 3 inches and weighed 135 pounds. She loved her family more than anything and was the source of many of Oliver's fantastical tales. As Oliver reached home, his excitement was so overpowering that he fell asleep before he could recount his tales. In his dreams, he was jolted awake; he was not in his bed but sat in an electric mobility scooter that he had often seen elders using in his neighborhood. He looked at his hands, and they were wrinkled and feminine. Further down, he was wearing a floral dress, a sensible attire for a woman of certain age with a sky-blue handbag hanging on the handlebars of the scooter. He looked further down to his feet and was daunted to see them shrouded in a pair of beige open-toe sandals that exhibited his painted toenails, adding to his elderly femininity. His heart pounded in his chest as he peered into a mirror in a storefront, a woman stared back at him. A woman named Rose Hannah, born just one year before Dorothy, on March 30, 1949. She stood at 5 foot 2 inches and weighed 130 pounds. In the belly of the scooter, where the teddy bear was supposed to be, laid a pack of size five knitting needles, an assortment of embroidery threads, and a couple of tissue boxes. Suddenly, he felt a jab in his sides, it clicked then, Rose had osteoarthritis, which explained the electric scooter and the discomfort as her bones creaked and ached due to the condition. The truth of the situation started to settle in; the swap was permanent. The small boy at heart longed for his old life, and he wanted to reach out for grandma, his words came out as, "Oh, how I miss Dorothy dear." Attempted to remove his sandals, yet found his aged and wrinkly hands stopped midway as they gently touched the hem of her dress as if realized its own folly and decided to adjust the outfit instead. He picked up the bag, positioning it properly with her thin, experienced fingers, and secure it with a petit frown she murmured to herself, "Don't you be silly, Rose. You know better than to ruin a perfect outfit." The words may have been in Rose's voice but behind them echoed the sadness of a little boy named Oliver.
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