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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 12 year old girl with a description of the girl's name, where she's from in the US, birthday, race being white, birth year, height, weight, hair color, hairstyle, eye color and what she's wearing shoes included with her outfit not being very girly as she was a tomboy and what she sounds like as she walks home alone for the first time with permission from her younger mom. Include her mom's name, age, birthday and birth year, height, and weight. Include her dad's name, age, birthday and birth year, height and weight and have him not be in his daughter's life and explain why. Include her aunt's name, age being younger than her mom, birthday and birth year being younger than her mom, height and weight. Include her uncle's name, age being younger than her aunt, birthday and birth year being younger than her aunt, height and weight and have him not be present either. Include her grandma's name, age, birthday and birth year, height and weight. Have the girl be excited to tell all the cool stories about walking alone she was gonna to her mom and grandma when she went over to her house and her loving stuffed animal and her dog as well as the boy she had a crush on. Include the boy's name, age, birthday, birth year, height, weight, eye color, hair color and hairstyle and how long she had a crush on him and if he knew. As she walked through the door, she noticed the whole house was empty. Have her blink and suddenly be in a different part of the US. Have her feel the weight of a purse on her shoulder. Include a description of the purse and what feminine and mature things an adult woman would have were in it. Have her look down to see a mature but inappropriate womanly outfit and shoes with a description of the outfit and shoes as well as a purse and jewelry and other accessories with a description of the purse and jewelry and accessories and other things she now had. Have her attempt to walk to a nearby mirror assuming she's going to stumble as she's never worn heels or wedges before only to strut instinctively seeing her reflection staring back noticing how she looked nothing like her mom at all not having the same nose or eyes or ears or anything. Reveal she's in the body of a MILF. Reveal the older MILF's name, age, birthday, birth year being slightly younger than her grandma, height, weight, race, marital status, if she has kids or no, hair color and style, eye color and what state she's from and where she was. Have the swap be permanent. Have her walk up to a woman trying to ask for help. Have her unwillingly say something mature a MILF would say about the woman and about men in a flirty way and have it be in quoted text. Have her use words like "honey" "darling" "sweetie" "cutie" "handsome" "young man" throughout her quotes in the story. Have her walk up to a man trying to ask for help but unwillingly compliment him and have it be in quoted text looking him up and down and calling him flirty names.
Once upon a time, in the small city of Crescent Moon Bay, Maine, resided a sprightly little 12-year-old girl by the name of Emily Johnson. Born on a bright winter's day, on December 26th, 2012, Emily was a fairly tall girl for her age, standing at around 5'2". She had a slender build, weighing approximately 100 pounds. Her flowing, chestnut-brown hair was typically pulled back into a ponytail, and her shining blue eyes sparkled with an inexplicable mischief and curiosity. Boasting a tomboy charm, Emily preferred sneakers over sparkly flats, often seen wearing comfortable jeans, hoodies, and t-shirts, reminiscent of the colors of the coast and forests she loved to explore. When she walked, her steps echoed the confidence of a girl ready to explore the world that resides beyond the borders of her little universe. Emily's voice, a soft, melodious chirp, had a hint of shyness that reflected her age, but it was also laced with a thread of excitement. One could sense that she was returning home after her first solo adventure. Her mother, the young auburn-haired Sarah Johnson, who was born on April 19, 1987, making her 37 years of age, stood slightly taller than her daughter at 5โ6โ and weighed about 130 pounds, had given her this permission, looking forward to hearing all of Emily's tales when she returned home. Emily's father, Robert Johnson, born on August 27, 1985, had left the family when Emily was just a toddler. A tall man of 6'2", he weighed around 180 pounds. Although his reasons weren't entirely clear, incompatible life goals and the inability to commit himself to family life took him away from Emily and her mother. Emily's aunt, Megan, Sarah's younger sister, was as vibrant as the morning sun. She turned 35 on July 10th, 2024, being two years younger than her older sister. At 5โ5โ and 120 pounds, Megan was liberty personified - always on the move, her restless pursuit of her ambitions kept her away. Emily's Uncle, Brian, was even younger, 33 years old, born on March 15, 1991. Standing at an average height of 5'9" and about 160 pounds, Brian had chosen to serve his country in the military, making him a rather occasional presence in Emily's life. Emily's one constant, besides her mother, was her Grandma Katherine. Born on the ides of September in 1955, the fit and lively 69-year-old woman stood at 5โ4โ and weighed about 150 pounds. She was always eager to hear Emily's little anecdotes, ones about her stuffed animal, her dog, Rusty, and yes, even the boy Emily had been blushing about, the 13-year-old Michael Stevens, who was born on June 15th, 2011 and was rather tall for his age at 5โ3โ and weighed approximately 110 pounds. With his tousled auburn hair and mysterious brown eyes, he didn't know of Emily's growing affection towards him, despite attending the same school for about two years. One day as Emily crossed the threshold of her once familiar abode, she found the house eerily empty. In the blink of an eye, the familiar surroundings of her quaint Maine home morphed into a bustling street of a city she instinctively knew to be New York. Emily felt an unfamiliar weight on her shoulder, causing her to look at the soft leather purse. Inside the purse was a complete makeup kit, a sophisticated perfume, a thin wallet filled with credit cards and cash, an iPhone, and a small personal planner. She wore a chic maroon leather jacket over a black cashmere sweater, brown skinny jeans, pointed toe high heel ankle boots and a statement necklace. She fiddled with the unfamiliar wedding band on her finger and a matching diamond tennis bracelet that sparkled on her wrist. With a sudden desire, Emily walked over to a full-length mirror that hung in a nearby storefront window. As she gazed at her reflection, she barely recognized the platinum blonde woman with the slick bob hairstyle and captivating hazel eyes staring back at her. She was now a 65-year-old MILF named Catherine Burton, born two months after her grandma on November 20, 1959. Catherine was a tall, head-turning woman at 5โ8โ, carrying a slightly heavy build at around 160 pounds, originally from California. As she tried to measure her new surroundings, she walked over to a woman, hoping to ask for help. However, in place of a plea, she found herself saying, "Darling, you look absolutely gorgeous in that dress. So confident and feminine, just like we should be for these men around here, right?" Stunned by her own words, Emily turned to a man who was taken aback by her comment and said, "Honey, you must have all the ladies swooning over you. Itโs impressive how just a little care and personal style can turn a handsome young man like you into a heartthrob!" Emily needed to figure out how to navigate this new adult world she'd unexpectedly fallen into.
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