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Question: Story: Write me a story the exact way I type about 5 year old Cane at his first day of school trying to fit in with the other students and make friends. Please have Cane be brown haired and brown eyed and short with a t shirt, jeans and light up shoes. Please have Cane be extremely shy as he walks into his class. Please have his teacher be 30 year old Mrs. Jackson. Please have Mrs. Jackson be of African American descent with glasses and an afro cut with a short brown dress and short shorts with brown flip flops and hoop earrings and have her nails be painted red and be wearing a wedding ring and have numerous tattoos and makeup and lip stick. Please have Mrs. Jackson say the entire quote "Good morning class. My name is Mrs. Jackson and I will be your teacher for the school year. We'll have lots of fun together. I promise I'm a lot of fun to be around and I can't wait to get to know all of you" before noticing Cane with his head down while she was doing her introduction. Please have the bell ring for first recess and have Mrs. Jackson release all of the students except Cane. Please have Mrs. Jackson say the entire quote "Hey hon, I noticed you looked a tad bit shy during my story time today and I just wanted to know if there's anything I can do to help you break out of your shell?" Cane just held tears back as he kept his head down. Please have Mrs. Jackson put her hand on Cane's back gently and smile. Please have Mrs. Jackson say the entire quote "You still got about 30 minutes of playtime. We'll discuss this a little later sweetie. Go have some fun. I know it's tough opening up. I was just like you when I was your age" Please have Cane run out to the playground where all the students were located before venturing over to the basketballs and grabbing one. Please have Cane say the entire quote "I wanna go home. Too scary here. Mommy I miss you" quietly to himself. Please have Cane shoot some hoops as a small group of kids walk into the hoop area. Please have the kids be 6 year old Mikayla, 6 year old Jennifer, 5 year old Judy, and 7 year old Travis. Please have Travis be blonde and blue eyed and tall with a t shirt, shorts and Nikes. Please have Mikayla be blonde and blue eyed and short with overalls and a dress and Mary Janes and a pink flower in her hair. Please have Jennifer be brown haired and green eyed with long curly hair and a flowery dress and girly sandals. Please have Judy be red haired and green eyed with curly hair, a shirt, shorts and thong sandals. Please have Travis say the entire quote "Give us your ball now!" Please have Cane say the entire quote "But? But? I had it first!" Please have Travis say the entire quote "How old are you?" Please have Cane say the entire quote "5 years old. I'm a whole hand" Please have Jennifer say the entire quote "Really? When's your birthday?" Please have Cane say the entire quote "Mommy said uh April 23rd" Please have Jennifer say the entire quote "Oh darn. You were so close. I was born April 21st. But I'm 6 years old anyway making me a year older than you. Give me the ball or else we'll punish you" Please have Cane say the entire quote "This wasn't the only ball. Why are you being meanies?" Please have Jennifer say the quote "Hold still" before grabbing Cane causing him to get dizzy and lose his vision. Please have Cane open his eyes before noticing he was slightly taller and there was brown long curly hair getting in his face trying to brush it away before noticing his hands were smaller. Please have Cane look down and see the short flowery dress and girly sandals Jennifer was wearing. Please have Mikayla say the entire quote "That's what you get. You should've given us the ball" Please have Cane say the entire quote "What did you do? I want my mommy!" before covering his mouth hearing his girly voice instead of his own. Please have Travis say the entire quote "Sorry but you should've listened" Please have Cane run in fear towards the closest place where he could see his reflection feeling the girly sandals clip clopping on his new female feet as he felt the girly dress flowing in the wind as he ran and he felt his new long curly brown hair bouncing around as he ran before freezing in shock at his reflection. He was now staring at 6 year old Jennifer causing him to start shaking as he looked down at his foreign body not any less bothered by his long curly brown hair. Please have Cane start running towards the kids and his old body cringing as he felt the girly sandals clip clopping as he ran. Please have Cane say the entire quote "Please I want my boy body back. I don't like being a girl" Please have Jennifer in his body say the entire quote "Sorry I actually like being a boy. I don't know what your name is but I'm keeping this body. Have a nice fun life being a girly girl that wears dresses and stuff. Your name is Jennifer and you're 6 years old now. Get used to it. Your family won't miss you cause they're mine now" Please have Cane collapse in the hoop area before running in panic to a secluded area to sit down. Please have Cane sit down not looking down as he rationalized he was actually in his own body before sitting down causing the long brown curly hair hair to fall in his face again before looking down and seeing the short flowery dress and girly sandals. Please have Cane say the entire quote "I hate this. I never wanted to go to school. I'm gonna miss mommy so much. I don't wanna be a girl! I hate sandals! Sandals are girly! I hate dresses! I hate my new girly voice! I'm not a girl! My name is Cane! My name is not Jennifer!" in his new girl voice crying hysterically as he squeezed his new female eyes shut hoping he was dreaming opening his eyes to see he was still in Jennifer's body not knowing he was permanently stuck in the body of Jennifer and would never go back to being Cane again having his boyhood and his old innocent life taken from him making this story have a bad and depressing ending.
Story: Once upon a time, a 5-year-old boy named Cane was getting ready for his first ever day at school. Brown-haired and brown-eyed, he picked up his t-shirt, jeans and light-up shoes, and nervously tried to prepare himself for the adventures to come. Cane was quite shy, his petite stature lowering his gaze to avoid attention when he reached his classroom. His teacher was a stylish thirty-year-old woman named Mrs. Jackson. With African-American heritage beautifully displayed in her glasses and afro cut, she presented herself confidently. She wore a short brown dress, short shorts with brown flip-flops, and her nails painted a passionate red. Her hoop earrings sparkled, revealing she had her share in fashion consciousness. Her colorful tattoos and makeup accentuated her vibrant personality, while her red lipstick and a wedding ring added an undeniable touch of femininity. With an approachable demeanor, Mrs. Jackson walked in front of her new students. "Good morning class. My name is Mrs. Jackson and I will be your teacher for the school year. We'll have lots of fun together. I promise I'm a lot of fun to be around and I can't wait to get to know all of you," she announced. It was at this time Mrs. Jackson noticed young Cane with a lowered head, seemingly overwhelmed by this new environment. The bell soon rang for first recess, so Mrs. Jackson released all students to play except for Cane. "Hey hon, I noticed you looked a tad bit shy during my story time today and I just wanted to know if there's anything I can do to help you break out of your shell?" she asked him sympathetically. Cane held back his tears, his eyes on the floor. Mrs. Jackson offered him a comforting smile and gently touched his back. "You still got about 30 minutes of playtime. We'll discuss this a little later, sweetie. Go have some fun. I know it's tough opening up. I was just like you when I was your age," she encouraged. Grateful for her kindness, Cane made his way outside to the playground where the other students were playing. Their joyful chatter intimidated him. He found solace in a nearby basketball and quietly murmured, "I wanna go home. Too scary here. Mommy I miss you.” Nonetheless, he picked it up and started shooting hoops, attempting to stay busy in the sea of unfamiliar faces. Soon, four kids walked into the hoop area - Mikayla, Jennifer, Judy, and Travis. They were seemingly older and had an intimidating aura about them. Travis, the blonde blue-eyed leader, walked up to Cane demanding, "Give us your ball now!" "But? But? I had it first!" Cane stammered, but Travis, instead of arguing, tersely asked him his age. "5 years old. I'm a whole hand," Cane replied with a hopeful smile. Jennifer then asked about Cane's birthday to which he replied, "Mommy said uh April 23rd." Her return comment, "Oh darn. You were so close. I was born April 21st" seemed meant to confuse Cane even further. "But I'm 6 years old anyway, making me a year older than you. Give me the ball or we'll punish you," she threatened. As Cane refused to give up the ball, Jennifer stepped forward suddenly, grabbing him. Cane’s vision blurred, and he felt dizzy. When he opened his eyes, he found himself looking down at the all-too-familiar flowery dress and girly sandals Jennifer had been wearing. It was then he realized, he had somehow inhabited Jennifer's body. The rest of the kids, unfazed by the shocking turn of events, told him that he should've just given them the ball. Overwhelmed, Cane managed to plea, "What did you do? I want my mommy!" His new girly voice startled him further. His pleas met a cold reply from Travis, "Sorry, but you should've listened," and from Jennifer in his body saying, "Sorry, I actually like being a boy. I don't know what your name is, but I'm keeping this body. Have a nice fun life being a girly girl that wears dresses and stuff. Your name is Jennifer, and you're 6 years old now. Get used to it." With his heart pounding in fear, Cane ran to the washrooms, the sandals clip-clopping beneath the short, flower dress. The new long, curly brown hair bounced around annoyingly. Once he reached the mirrors, his fears were confirmed. Staring back at him was Jennifer’s face, her green eyes shining with unshed tears. But Cane would not give up. He ran back to the kids, demanding his body back - "Please, I want my boy body back. I don't like being a girl." But it fell on deaf ears. Jennifer – or, more correctly, the girl inside Cane’s body - merely grinned, "Sorry, I like being a boy. I'm keeping this body." Cane felt the world crash around him. Distraught and unable to argue further, he collapsed in the hoop area, before running to a secluded place in the playground. Adjusting the dress absentmindedly, he managed to sit down, tears falling heavily on the soft fabric. The girly voice that uttered his frustrations sounded alien to his own ears, "I hate this. I never wanted to go to school. I'm gonna miss Mommy so much. I don't wanna be a girl! I hate sandals! Sandals are girly! I hate dresses, I hate my new girly voice! I'm not a girl! My name is Cane! My name is not Jennifer!" As he sat alone on the playground, in a strange body and heartbreaking reality, the tale ends in a cruel twist of fate. A shy boy named Cane was now trapped in the body of a 6-year-old girl named Jennifer, with the certainty that he would never return to his own form. His innocent hopes for fitting in with new schoolmates turned into a nightmarish reality of stolen identity, leaving him longing for the joyful simplicity of his boyhood days.
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