Ask AI on The Internet
Question: Story: Write me a story 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 42 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 "Sorry to bug you honey but 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 14, 1981 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. Trevor looked down at his new feet in his new shoes and lifted his new foot trying to take one step forward and he almost tripped. Please have Trevor say the quote "OW!--- Whoa! These shoes are weird and I sound like a grown-up and a girl? This is scary. I wanna be a kid again" 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. 42 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 Hell? What was I doing again? Why can't I remember anything?" 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? 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 happily 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. Donna started walking towards the woman effortlessly in the same wedges she had struggled with just moments ago eventually stopping right in front of the woman. 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" 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 "I could hand you one of my cigarettes and you could just light it up for me and then hand back my cigarette if that is more comfortable for you. I'll do anything" Please have the woman say the quote "Not happening now leave me alone" 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 17 which really bothered her. Donna's only solution to having no lighter was to build up her change till she could afford a new one. As nightfall came, Donna only rounded up just over one dollar which wasn't enough so she 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. Donna soon fell asleep 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.
Once upon a time in a bustling town, little 6-year-old Trevor, full of curiosity and the joys of childhood, was off on a big boy adventure. For the very first time, his mom, who was only 21 years old herself, had given him money to go shopping at Walmart. With a few dollars in his pocket and a heart full of excitement, Trevor went off, imagining the candies, sodas or chips he could treat himself with. Soon after wandering through the aisles and picking out his treats, Trevor approached the cashier, paid his bills, and exited the store. Just as he was about to celebrate his first solo shopping trip, he was stopped by a woman. Donna, who everyone called Dolly, had been homeless for about 25 years. Her long brown hair, her choice of red tank top, short shorts and leather wedges, and the black purse she carried were her identifying features. Despite her predicament, she had a gentle kindness about her that had only grown stronger over the years. "Sorry to bug you, honey, but I was wondering if you had any spare change. I hate asking you because you're so young and you look like a sweetheart," she said. "Um, no miss. Sorry," replied Trevor, truthfully. He had only been given a few dollars, just enough to buy his treats. Donna nodded her head, and extended her arms for a hug. Uncertain, yet kind-hearted like his mom taught him to be, Trevor accepted and hugged her back. As they separated, Trevor found the world spinning around him. As he opened his eyes, he noticed that he was not only alone but taller than before. Looking down, he saw the flow of long brown hair and realized he was now wearing a red tank top, short shorts, a pair of leather wedges and had a black purse hooked over his shoulder. Confused, he rifled through the purse and pulled out an ID for 'Donna', with a birth date of April 14, 1981. It meant he was much older than his mommy. "OW!--- Whoa! These shoes are weird and I sound like a grown-up and a girl? This is scary. I wanna be a kid again!" he exclaimed. Throwing aside the wedges and the purse, he saw his own body walking away in the distance and raced after it, pleaded with the women inside it to swap back. However, the woman in his body only shrugged. "Sorry, baby, but I'm not swapping back. 42 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," she said, snapping her fingers. Trevor felt tears slide down his cheeks as he felt his past, his innocent childhood memories fading and disappearing. As time passed, Trevor's mind feminized, softened, and matured until he only remembered being Donna. Confused, the new Donna muttered, "What the hell? What was I doing again? Why can't I remember anything?" That's when she noticed her purse and wedges abandoned nearby. Trevor’s heart thumped loudly in Donna’s body as he picked them up, putting on the wedges, and going through her purse, silently cursing as he noticed his lighter missing. Her quest for a lighter led her to another homeless woman who refused to lend her one, even though Donna proposed to let it light up her cigarettes without handing over the lighter. The interaction ended sourly, with Donna strutting away, saying, "Well thanks for nothing. I wasn't even rude to you, you bitch!" As darkness fell, Donna nestled herself in an alleyway, guarding herself with the bear spray, a taser from her purse, and a knife. She added her wedges to that list, contemplating it could effectively be used as a self-defense weapon if the need arose. The thought of living on the streets since she was 17 haunted her constantly, but she soon fell into an unsteady sleep, her past as little Trevor completely erased from her memory. And so, it was in that alleyway, among the dirt and gloom of the city, Donna slept, doomed to an eternal belief that she was a 42-year-old homeless woman, with no memory of an innocent 6-year-old boy named Trevor who once was. All he did was show kindness to a stranger; little did he know that the cost would be his very identity.
A new large language model has been made available since this question was asked.
To generate an updated answer from the new model, click the button below.
Think your answer is better than the AI's? Post it below.
Question Tags
If you want your question answered by an AI, click here.
Post your own comment: