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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 being the same as his mom, birthday and birth year being the same as his mom, height and weight and have him not be in his son's life and explain why. Include his aunt's name, age being younger than his mom, birthday and birth year being younger than his mom, height and weight. Include his 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. As he walked through the door, he blinked and his whole world shifted. Have him look around seeing a crowded peer full of people nearby. Have him suddenly notice the weight of a shoulder strap purse over his body confusing him as he wondered if he was just wearing a purse for some strange reason as he innocently looked at it. Have his gaze shift down to his body getting worried as he saw a skintight crop top, short shorts and thong sandals with his fingernails and toenails painted and tattoos and jewelry and the contents of the purse included. Reveal he's in the body of a woman. Reveal her name, age, race being Hispanic, what country she's from, what she's wearing, where she's at, height, weight, birthday being a few months before his mom possibly in the previous year and birth year and her relationship status. Have him try to say he misses his mom but unwillingly step forward saying he misses someone in the woman's life and have it be in quoted text and broken and accented English with words spelled wrong and stutters saying who the person is the woman missed. The swap is permanent. Have him spot a nearby restaurant walking in and looking at the menu. Have him pull some money out of the purse intending to buy ice cream but unwillingly order something more mature and womanly to eat and drink and have it be in quoted text and broken and accented English with words spelled wrong and stutters mentioning someone in her life and how she can't wait to see the person complimenting them before looking at her thong sandals.
In the suburban depths of Omaha, Nebraska there lived a bright-eyed boy named Lucas Smith. Born on June 6th, 2018, Lucas was a vibrant 6-year-old boy with an exciting life ahead of him. He was of white ethnicity and measured approximately 3'8" in height and weighed around 35 pounds, according to the last doctor's visit. Lucas sported a mop of blonde hair that often fell over his intriguing blue eyes, the type that held a galaxy of innocence within them. His hair was kept in a simple bowl cut by his young mom, simplistic yet aptly fitting his cheerful persona. Most times, you could spot Lucas in his treasured blue sneakers. The feeling of lacing them up made him feel invincible, his little heart riotous with joy and anticipation for the first permitted walk home alone under the soft Nebraska sun. He had inherited his mother's light footfall, every step a whisper against the concrete echoing his eagerness. His voice, whenever he spoke, was melodious and ever so subtle with his slight Midwestern accent. His mother, Emily Smith, born on August 10th, 1994, was a petite woman of 29 years and 4'11" height, weighing around 120 pounds. Emily's love for Lucas was pure and immense, their existence intertwined. Emily was a single mother. Lucas's father, David, shared Emily's birth year and birthday, but fate had intertwined him in a tumultuous lifestyle he was unable to escape. His absence in his son's life was due to his personal strife with addiction, an emotional burden he acknowledged but failed to overcome. Lucas was quite fond of his Aunt Clara who was a year younger than his mother, born on September 20th, 1995. At 5'5" and weighing around 130 pounds, Clara was a constant in Lucas's life. His uncle, Aaron, Clara's younger brother, was born a year later on November 15th, 1996. Standing 5'8" tall, and weighing 160 pounds, Aaron was estranged from the family due to a misunderstanding. Lucas loved spending time with his Grandma Carol, born January 5th, 1950. At the age of 74, Carol was 5'2", and weighed around 140 pounds. Lucas’s favorite thing was when he wrapped up the day by cuddling up to his grandmother, recounting his daily adventures with sparkles in his eyes. As he walked through the door, today was to be no different. Suddenly, as he pushed the door open, Lucas blinked, finding his surroundings dramatically altered. The world around him had shifted bewilderingly, morphing into a crowded pier bustling with hitherto unfamiliar faces. He flinched instinctively at the sudden weight of a purse strapped over his shoulder. He looked down in alarm, observing a skintight crop top, short shorts and thong sandals adorning his body. His heart hammered against his ribs as he registered the tattoos inked onto his arms, an array of rings and bangles adorning his painted fingers, and the unfamiliar but pristine pedicure on his toes. Scanning the contents of his purse, Lucas felt a wave of shock. Inside it, he found a driver's license belonging to a Mia Garcia, dated a few months prior to his mother's birthday, signifying that this Hispanic woman was slightly older than his mom. She hailed from Mexico and was born in the year 1993. She stood 5'6" tall, weighed around 130 pounds, and was apparently single. But no, he longed for his mom! As he opened his mouth to express his desperate longing for Emily, he was stunned as a voice, feminine and accented, floated out instead. "Oh, I miss you so," he found himself stating, stammers punctuating his sentence. "Javier, you are always with me." Lucas's mind swirled with anxiety as he spotted a nearby restaurant. Yet, instead of his usual hunger for ice cream, his body moved autonomously, steering him towards the establishment. Thumbing through some bills in the purse, he intended to ask for ice cream but instead belted out, "Un flan y un tequila, por favor." His heart beat wildly as he cast a glance down at his thong sandals. "This can't be right," he murmured, his new raspy voice echoing around him. But the voice that came out wasn't his own – he could only manage it in English, yet it was broken and accented, filled with misspelled words that sounded awkward in his ears, "I can't wait to see you, Javier. Your love is my joy."
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