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Question: Story: Write me a story the way I want about 6 year old Trevor going shopping at Walmart alone for the first time with money his 21 year old mom gave him. She had trusted him with money to buy whatever he wanted which could've been a soda or a candy bar or a bag of chips or whatever he wanted to snack on. Finding the items he wanted, he paid and left the store only to be stopped by 43 year old Donna aka Dolly. She was a homeless woman who had been homeless for about 25 years and had become extremely sensitive and kind due to her time being homeless. She had long brown hair and was wearing a red tank top, short shorts and a pair of leather wedges with her black purse on her shoulder. Donna walked effortlessly in the wedges stepping closer to Trevor. Please have Donna say the quote "I was wondering if you had any spare change? I hate asking you cause you're so young and you look like a sweetheart" Please have Trevor say the quote "Um, no miss. Sorry" Donna nodded her head and reached out to Trevor for a hug. Trevor accepted and hugged her back feeling extremely dizzy. Opening his eyes, Trevor noticed he was now alone and he was now taller than before. Looking down, he noticed long brown hair in his vision and noticed he was now wearing a red tank top, short shorts and a pair of leather wedges and had a purse resting over his shoulder. Trevor decided to go through the purse and pulled out an ID for Donna that had a DOB of April 28, 1980 causing Trevor's heartbeat to increase as he realized he was much older than his mommy. He also pulled out cigarettes and a lighter, tampons, pads, bear spray, a taser and a knife. Trevor noticed his reflection in a nearby mirror and was scared at being a girl. Please have Trevor say the quote "OW!--- Whoa! These shoes are weird and I sound like a grown-up and a girl?" Trevor removed the wedges and tossed aside the purse before spotting his own body walking away in the distance. He ran after his own body and started begging who he assumed was the woman to swap back with him. Please have Donna say the quote "Sorry baby but I'm not swapping back. 43 and still homeless and also having to fend for myself was never fun. Enjoy being Donna now. I'll erase your memories so you ain't missing out on anything" snapping her fingers. Trevor started crying as he felt his innocent childhood memories fading and disappearing. Each second passing put Donna's memories in place of Trevor's. Eventually, Trevor's mind feminized, softened and matured until he only remembered ever being Donna. The new Donna blinked a few times in confusion as she looked around wondering what was happening. Please have Donna say the quote "What the fuck? What was I doing again? Why can't I remember anything? For a 43 year old woman, I'm pretty fucking stupid" before noticing her purse and her wedges were missing. Please have Donna say the quote "Oh shit! My stuff is missing. Why am I barefoot? Where is my purse? Hope my shit wasn't stolen. The fuck is wrong with me?" Donna eventually spotted her wedges and her purse in the distance. She gained her composure as she scooped up her wedges and slipped them back on her feet and picked up her purse going through making sure all of her stuff was still inside noticing her lighter was missing before throwing her purse over her shoulder. Frustrated, Donna started contemplating her next move before spotting another homeless woman in the distance. She didn't know her but she figured she could possibly ask her if she had a lighter she could borrow. Please have Donna say the quote "Sorry ma'am I hate asking for help but my lighter was stolen from my purse and I was wondering if you had one I could borrow? I really need a cigarette after the long day I've had. I'm not trying to be annoying. I know you don't know me" Please have the woman say the quote "Sorry but I don't lend my things out to anyone not even for a second. Had too many things stolen that way" Please have Donna say the quote "Well thanks for nothing. I wasn't even rude to you you bitch" Donna started strutting angrily down the road before leaning up against a building. It kept dawning on her that she had homeless for over 25 years meaning she had been on the streets since she was 18 which really bothered her. Donna sought refuge in a nearby alleyway. Before resting, she pulled out her bear spray and pulled out her taser making sure they still worked and pulled out her knife ensuring the blade was still sharp. She also thought of using her wedges as a self-defense weapon if need be. Please have Donna say the quote "It's so fucking scary at night. I hate being homeless and alone. Wish I was born a man. I wanna go back to when I was 18 and slap myself before it was too late. I made so many stupid fucking decisions" with tears in her eyes. Donna soon fell asleep nervously in the alleyway having no memory of her innocent life as 6 year old Trevor and doomed to spend the rest of her life believing she was a homeless woman named Donna all cause she was nice to someone and she didn't do anything wrong.
Once upon a time, there was a bright and brave 6-year old boy named Trevor. His mom, a young woman of 21, had given him some money to purchase a treat from Walmart. As he stepped independently through the large glass doors, his eyes widened with anticipatory excitement. Carefully selecting a bag of potato chips, Trevor proudly paid with his own money and headed for the exit. Just as he was leaving the store, he was stopped by Donna, a 43-year-old homeless woman who went by 'Dolly.' Despite the hardship of being homeless for 25 years, Donna had developed a sensitivity and kindness that marked her as unique among those in her position. Sporting long brown hair, a red tank top, short shorts, and a pair of leather wedges, she approached Trevor with a gentle voice. "I was wondering if you had any spare change?" she asked, her gaze meeting Trevor's. "I hate asking you 'cause you're so young and you look like a sweetheart.” "Um, no miss. Sorry," Trevor replied politely, his young voice punctuated by the earnest innocence of his age. Donna nodded, reaching out for a comforting hug. Trevor, bourne by surprise and a feeling of dizziness, hugged her back. Upon opening his eyes, Trevor was met with a surprising realization. His vision was shrouded with long brown hair and, befallen by confusion, he noticed he was wearing the same clothes Donna was. Glancing down, he saw feminine legs sporting the same wedges Donna was wearing. He was taller, too, and the shock of sudden growth made a chill run down his spine. "OW!--- Whoa! These shoes are weird and I sound like a grown-up and a girl?" Trevor verbalized his surprise, his voice not his own. Hastily removing the wedges and tossing aside the black purse that was on his shoulder, he noticed his old body in the distance. Trevor ran after it, desperate to reclaim his innocent youth. "Sorry baby but I'm not swapping back. 43 and still homeless and also having to fend for myself was never fun. Enjoy being Donna now. I'll erase your memories so you ain't missing out on anything." Donna, inhabiting Trevor's small frame, snapped her fingers - an action that started eroding Trevor's childhood memories. Tears welled up in Trevor's eyes as his previous life slowly dissipated, replaced by Donna's stories of survival and hardship. He was no longer Trevor - he was Donna, the homeless woman who battled life's trials with bravery and kindness. "What the fuck? What was I doing again? Why can't I remember anything? For a 43-year-old woman, I'm pretty fucking stupid," Donna mumbled to herself, completely oblivious about the transformation that just occurred. Upon noticing her missing belongings, Donna took a moment to recuperate. She found her wedges and purse nearby, but her lighter was missing. Opting to request help from another homeless woman, she approached the stranger cautiously. "Sorry ma'am I hate asking for help but my lighter was stolen from my purse and I was wondering if you had one I could borrow? I really need a cigarette after the long day I've had. I'm not trying to be annoying. I know you don't know me." "Sorry but I don't lend my things out to anyone not even for a second. Had too many things stolen that way," The woman's cold rejection had Donna retreat to an alleyway, her emotional frustration mounting. "Well thanks for nothing. I wasn't even rude to you, you bitch," Donna muttered to herself, her anger dissipating slowly as she recognized her homeless reality. Leaning against an ancient brick wall, Donna tried to process her life. Being homeless since 18 was a hard pill to swallow. As darkness fell, Donna took refuge in the alleyway. Checking her bear spray, taser, and knife to reassure herself, she muttered to the silent night, "It's so fucking scary at night. I hate being homeless and alone. Wish I was born a man. I wanna go back to when I was 18 and slap myself before it was too late. I made so many stupid fucking decisions." With these tumultuous thoughts and a heavy heart, Donna slipped into a night of restless sleep, completely consumed by her new reality, devoid of Trevor's innocent past.
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