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Question: Story: Write me a story the way I write about a random 6 year old boy with a description of the boy's appearance, what he's wearing, what he's doing, what state he's from, his height and his name. Have him be falling asleep and having trouble sleeping. Have his eyes jolt open the next morning realizing he's home alone with a note from his mother letting him know she trusts him to be home alone for the first time. Reveal the age of his mother. Have the boy get dressed in an outfit with a description of the outfit. Have the boy turn on the TV downstairs as he makes himself something to eat easy for a 6 year old to prepare. Have him accidentally slip into a random piece of clothing one of the females he lives with owns and have him slowly turn into the woman in question with his whole outfit changing into something they would wear low heels and jewelry and nail polish and lipstick and makeup and a purse included. Have him freak out at his change as he tries to change back. Have him unwillingly cuss like a woman about a hangover and have it be in quoted text. Reveal the woman he turns into's name, age, height, what relation she is to him, where she's from and why her clothing was left in the house and where it was. Have him be older than other family members he's supposed to be younger than and list those family members and their ages and have it make logical sense and have the family members be appropriate ages. Have him try to walk normally but unwillingly walk with a strut and a stride a woman does wearing heels unwillingly pulling some lipstick out of the purse and applying it to his lips and pulling sunglasses out of the purse and putting them on and seeing the lunch he made and shaking his head and pulling out a salad and a small glass for some wine and unwillingly eating and drinking that instead scaring him. Have him unwillingly say something about not wanting to eat something childish and knowing "her little sister" would understand she just needed something grown up to drink cause of "her husband" getting on her nerves and have it be in quoted text unwillingly crossing his legs. Have him unwillingly grab the remote changing the channel from his cartoons to a show with lots of muscular men not wearing shirts and have him unwillingly pull down his sunglasses before cheering in a feminine way and saying ooh la la and have it be in quoted text. Have him go to a nearby mirror before applying a new set of earrings in his ears, putting on a new necklace and adjusting the wedding ring on his finger and putting his hair up in a bun before complimenting how good "she looked for her age" and have it be in quoted text.
Once upon a time, there was a 6-year-old boy named Jayden who lived in Wisconsin, U.S. He was a petite lad, merely 3'8" tall, with blue eyes, freckles plastered over his nose, and sandy hair that flopped onto his forehead. He wore cotton pajamas covered in smiling suns and slumbering moons which contrasted with his sleepless and curious eyes. Draped in his soft blue blanket, Jayden continuously turned sides in his bed, having difficulty falling asleep. The following morning, Jayden's eyes jolted open, and he found himself alone in their quaint, two-story house. On their kitchen countertop was a note from his mother, Isabella. As Jayden knew how to read, he carefully skimmed the note. His mother, a lively 26-year-old woman, had left him home alone for the first time, trusting him to manage things on his own. Feeling a rush of independence, Jayden quickly changed into his favorite outfit: a grey dinosaur-patterned shirt and denim shorts, complete with his lucky red sneakers. In high spirits, he turned on his TV downstairs and decided to make himself some toast and jelly - a perfect breakfast for a 6-year-old. As he enjoyed his show and prepared his breakfast, Jayden bashfully slipped on a shiny pink robe--a belonging of his older sister, Cassandra. Unbeknownst to him, the robe belonged to Cassandra, a 32-year-old woman who stood 5'7" tall, sharing the same bright blue eyes as Jayden. Cassandra was away for a weekend trip, unintentionally leaving behind her clothing. The magic in the robe transformed Jayden into the elegant figure of his tall and elegant sister. Taken aback, Jayden felt his outfit change into a flowery summer dress, pairing crisply with the softly cushioned low heels. He watched as trinkets materialized, hanging on his wrists and neck, while his tiny fingernails filled with a rosy hue of nail polish. A purse with essentials also appeared - mascara, blush, and a deep red lipstick. The colours beautifully contrasted his caramel complexion. "What in God's name? I feel like a woman nursing a hangover!", he unintentionally exclaimed, sounding just like Cassandra. Trying to make sense, he found himself unwillingly pulling of an influence akin to a seasoned woman walking in heels, his gait reflecting all things feminine. He subtly applied lipstick from the purse and donned sunglasses, concealing his surprise. The boy looked at his packed lunch, shaking his head, and a salad bowl popped up, alongside a tiny wine glass. It seemed that Jayden had metamorphosed into someone he wasn't. "Hard pass on the PB&J, Mandy would get it. A woman needs something mature after dealing with Darren", his lips styled words so detached from his mental lexicon, further petrifying him. His legs crossed unconsciously as he held onto his wine glass. With an assertive hand, Jayden found himself changing the channel from his favorite 'Looney Tunes' cartoon to 'The Bachelor'. His feminine mirth took over as he instinctively cheered looking at muscular men, "Ooh la la". Walking in Cassandra's shoes, physically and metaphorically, Jayden unwillingly vogued the mirror in their hallway, slipping on new set hoops in his ears, a blue pearl necklace and adjusting Cassandra's wedding ring on his finger. He tied his lengthy auburn hair into a bun, glancing proudly at "herself”. "Aren't I a stunner for a woman my age?,” He muttered, struggling to understand the woman's world he'd somehow stepped into.
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