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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 boy with a description of the boy's name, where she'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 being very boyish and masculine and what he sounds like as he walks home alone for the first time with permission from his younger mom. Include his mom's name, age, birthday and birth year, height, and weight. Include his dad's name, age, birthday and birth year, 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 well as the girl he had a crush on. Include the girl's name, age, birthday, birth year, height, weight, eye color, hair color and hairstyle and how long he had a crush on her and if she knew. As he walked through the door, he noticed the whole house was empty. Have him blink and suddenly be in a different part of the US. Have him suddenly be wearing sunglasses as he pulled them up to look down. Have him see boobs on his chest as he noticed a skimpy outfit paired with thong sandals and a purse on his shoulder full of feminine items and something stolen from the girl's mom the boy ended up in the body of with a description of what it was. Reveal the girl's name, age being 16, birthday, birth year, height, weight and style of outfit as he looked around the new area he was. Have him freak out at his new reflection before running away to another area. Have him look at the purse and the thong sandals removing the sunglasses from his face and the purse and the sandals before walking up to get something to drink. Have him try to order a normal coffee but unwillingly order a teenage girl style coffee instead and have it be in quoted text mentioning the purse like it was his purse. The swap is permanent.
In the year 2024, steeped in the suburban tranquility of Mars Hill, Indiana, lived a young lad named William Sullivan. William, a twelve-year-old Caucasian boy, was born on a bright summer day, July 6th 2012. He wasn't exceptionally tall for his age, standing at a modest 4 ft 8 inches, but he bore a toned stature, weighing 80 pounds. Clad in his usual boyish attire, a flannel shirt beneath his black bomber jacket, grey denim jeans, and worn-out, high-top Converse shoes, one could mistake him for an extra in an 80s coming-of-age movie. His neatly coiffed chestnut hair was always swept upwards, allowing a clear view of his serene hazel eyes. His walk issued a quiet, resonant squeak, almost like the lonesome chirping of a single cricket on a starlit country night. His mother, thirty-four-year-old Alice Sullivan, a woman of light build, had given him birth when she was still in her early twenties, unprepared but determined. Being 5 ft 6 inches tall and 140 pounds, she had to work her way through life after his father, Paul O'Reilly, who was 6 ft 1 inch tall and weighed 185 pounds, born on February 12, 1984, had decided not to partake in William's upbringing. Alcoholism had claimed Paul's loyalty, breaking Alice's heart but fortifying her resolve to shoulder both roles for her son. William's favorite haunt apart from his home was his Grandma Josephine's cozy abode. She was a generous woman with the love of a thousand hearts, standing at 5 ft and weighing 160 pounds, having gracefully made her way from the spring of May 6, 1954. Alice's sister, twenty-nine-year-old Madeline, being around 5 ft 5 inches tall and 130 pounds, shared similarly unfortunate experiences with men, having been disappointed by her brother-in-law's younger sibling, Tom O'Rielly, born on July 18, 1990, who at 6 ft 3 inches tall and 200 pounds, had abandoned his familial responsibilities. William, unhindered by his father and uncle's absence, anticipated sharing his solitary journey home with his family. He had woven a myriad of tales, from a squirrel's feisty chase to his imaginary encounters with famous superheroes. His confident pitch showed his excitement around Grandma Josephine, his plush toy shark, Sammy, his loyal Labrador, Rover, and his secret crush, Melissa. Melissa Jenkins was his fourteen-year-old classmate, born on October 12th, 2010. At 5 ft 2 inches, and 110 pounds, her emerald eyes glowed beneath her curly auburn hair, braided intricately down her back, which provoked William to adorably blush each time she looked his way. Melissa was oblivious to his year-long crush on her. As William trembled to unlock the door to his home, he found it strangely vacant. As he stepped inside, anxiously blinking, he found himself in a different, bustling location - the lively heart of Miami. His ordinary attire was replaced by oversized sunglasses, which he pulled up to reveal much more. He saw a pair of breasts beneath a revealing top, a pair of denim shorts curving down to thong sandals, and a leather purse hanging over his shoulder. A wave of panic washed amiss his confusion as he found inside the purse, a stolen golden locket belonging to Mrs. Jenkins, Melissa's mother. This wasn't William's body. He had become a sixteen-year-old girl named Michelle Davis, born on January 24th, 2008, measuring 5 ft 4 inches and weighing roughly 130 pounds, known for her Miami-chic dressing. Michelle, now inhabited by William, was a whirlwind of disarray. Her reflection was of another person, yet it felt startlingly familiar. Rushing away from the mirror, she found herself in a nearby café. She removed her sunglasses, unshouldered her purse and kicked off her sandals, walking towards the counter to order a drink. Though her thoughts screamed "Black Coffee," her vocal cords unwittingly uttered, "Can I have a caramel frappuccino with whipped cream, and oh, make sure there's room so I can put my purse on the counter when I pay." William's spirit was now locked within the essence of a teenage girl, and this was the paradigm shift he had to adapt to. The echoes of his previous life still hummed within the new exterior, making this journey his most unforgettable tale.
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