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Question: Write me a long and thorough and detailed story the way I write about a random little girl with a description of the girl's name, age, birthday, birth year, height, weight, race being white, hair color and style and eye color and what she's doing. Include her very young mom's name, age, birthday, birth year, height, weight, hair color and style and eye color. Include her very young dad's name, age, birthday, birth year, height, weight, hair color and style and eye color. Have the girl be home doing something all by herself as she's thinking about the boy she has a crush on and have something suddenly feel off with her and describe what she's feeling. Have her prefer wearing less girly outfits and shoes with descriptions of the outfits and shoes and why she doesn't like wearing girly clothes. Have her be thinking about something she wants to do with the boy she likes and why and how long she's loved him. Include the boy's name, age, birthday, birth year, height, weight, hair color and style and eye color. Have her suddenly feel her spirit leave her body speeding off in a random direction. Have her spirit fly into someone else's body possessing it. Include a weird reason for why her spirit left her body and include it in the story detailed. Have her possess the person midwalking and mid conversation and have her suddenly feel her new body awkwardly. Have the conversation the girl is suddenly hearing be about something extremely mature and feminine and have it be in quoted text as the women talk about their looks and clothes and shoes and cute men in a very flirty and detailed description and have one of the women suddenly look at the girl addressing her like she's their friend asking her opinion on something. Have her look down realizing she was in the body of an adult woman. Include the woman's name, age being an adult woman, birthday being very early in the year, relationship status mentioned in the story, birth year, height, weight, race being Hispanic and what country her heritage is from, hair color and style and eye color, what state she was from, what she was wearing being skimpy and girly and feminine with a detailed description on the outfit being skimpy for clubbing and include her shoes being skimpy with a detailed description of the shoes being expensive and her outfit being expensive and anything else she was wearing and pieces to her outfit and purse included and have the woman be with some other ladies and include their names and have them all be Hispanic and ages all being the same age as the woman whose body she was now in but the woman whose body she's in still being the oldest and one of them being younger than everyone else and include their birthdays and who they were to her with one of them being a younger family member. Have the swap be permanent as the girl looked down at the purse she now had on her new shoulder and have her notice the jewelry she now had getting nervous and sad. Include the place the woman was walking to being a mature night club and walk kind of club it was and if the woman was doing something or celebrating something having to do with her relationship status and what it was or why and have it be about the woman whose body the girl was now in. Have the friends address the girl by her new name consistently and the woman's family member consistently refer to her like she was family and have it be in quoted text bothering her. Have one of the ladies get concerned at their friend's strange looks strutting over and running her hands on her body. Have her ask her friend hey are you okay and have it be in quoted text with her using the word bitch and slut in a friendly way. Have her friends refer to her by her slutty nickname they have for her and have it be in quoted text. Have her unwillingly say something sassy about her friends and have it be in quoted text. Have the female family member ask her a question and have it be in quoted text being very specific. Have the woman unwillingly say no and have it be in quoted text coming out in a very aggressive sassy Hispanic woman way and change the quote to show the altered quote of what the girl ended up saying versus what she wanted to say and have her unwillingly use. Have the woman's friends not be surprised at her sassy behavior. Have her unwillingly do something a sassy woman would do to her outfit and have it be detailed and have her unwillingly do something with her purse to show off and her shoes to show off and have it all be detailed. Have her unwillingly pull multiple mature things out of her purse using them on herself in sassy ways with detailed descriptions. Please have the girl in the woman's body walk very far away from the woman's friends before seeing her reflection in the mirror seeing the woman instead of herself. Have her look down at her new body slipping out of her shoes seeing her new female feet. Have her say "I'm going to miss mommy and grandma and everybody so much" and have it be in quoted text but change the quoted text to sound like a sassy Hispanic woman whose first language is Spanish speaking in broken English complaining about something and show the altered quoted text of what she ended up saying versus what she wanted to say and list 5 things in the quoted text he complained about. Have the boy pull the woman's ID out of her purse somehow finding noticing the birthday of the woman she now was. Have her heart drop as she first realizes she was born around the same time her mom was and have her heart drop even more as she saw her birth year was meant her mom would have not been old enough to even give birth and include the birthday being mentioned. Have her heartbeat start going faster as she said "I don't wanna be mommy and daddy's and auntie's age and now I'm too old to like ____ cause I'm like __ years older than him now" and have it be in quoted text but change the quoted text to sound like a sassy Hispanic woman whose first language is Spanish speaking in broken English complaining about her relationship status and show the altered quoted text of what he ended up saying versus what she wanted to say and list some things she unwillingly ends up complaining about in the quoted text and also complaining about her current surroundings in a very detailed way.
Lila Carson sat on the window sill of her bedroom, staring out into the suburban neighborhood that stretched before her. At 12 years old, born on May 23, 2011, Lila was a slight girl, standing at 4'8" and weighing just 80 pounds. With her silky, chestnut brown hair that cascaded down her back in gentle waves and her bright blue eyes, she was a striking girl, if not a bit of a tomboy. She preferred her hair loose and unrestrained, much like her personality. Lila's young mother, Melissa Carson, was only 27, born on January 14, 1996. At 5'4" and 125 pounds, Melissa had the same chestnut hair, though hers was styled in a short bob, and green eyes. Her father, Luke Carson, was 29, born on March 2, 1994. Standing at 6'1" and weighing 180 pounds, his hair was a darker brown, cut short and neat, with hazel eyes that twinkled with mischief. This spring afternoon, Lila was wearing her favorite non-girly outfit: a pair of distressed denim jeans and a loose-fitting graphic t-shirt, paired with worn-in Converse sneakers. She had never liked frilly dresses or sparkly shoes; they felt too restrictive, defining a femininity that didn't resonate with her. Lila’s thoughts lingered on Jake Thompson, the boy she had a crush on since the third grade. Jake, now 12, born on August 17, 2011, was just about Lila’s height, perhaps an inch taller, and had sandy blond hair that he often wore in a tousled, skater-boy style. His eyes were a deep green that seemed to sparkle when he laughed. Lila had loved him for as long as she could remember. She dreamed of the day she might get the courage to ask him to the local skate park; Jake loved skating, and, although Lila wasn’t very good at it, she wanted to share the experience with him. As she dreamed about what she might do with Jake, something suddenly felt off within her. A strange sensation washed over her, displacing her thoughts like a gust of wind toppling a stack of papers. Her heart began to pound erratically, and she felt herself getting lighter and lighter, as if she might float away. And then, in a heartbeat, she did. She felt herself speeding through the air, a disorienting blur of colors and sensations. When she finally stopped, she found herself mid-walking, hearing a voice, not her own, come out of her mouth. "Of course, darling, that dress makes your ass look incredible!" Lila blinked rapidly, her surroundings slowly coming into focus. She was in the middle of a conversation with three other women. The first woman addressed her directly. "What do you think, Isabella?" Lila looked down, finding herself in a body that was very much not her own. Long, tanned legs encased in a skimpy, metallic gold mini-dress that clung to curves she didn't have minutes ago. The woman's name, she pieced together from the conversation, was Isabella Martinez. She was 26 years old, born on February 5, 1997, making her about the same age Melissa was. With an impressive height of 5'7" and weighing 130 pounds, Isabella’s heritage was proudly Dominican, her silky black hair flowed down to her waist in perfectly styled waves, and her eyes were a deep, captivating brown. She lived in Miami, Florida, and was currently draped in expensive jewelry that jingled slightly with each step, carrying a designer purse, and teetering on sky-high stiletto heels that were probably worth more than Lila's entire wardrobe. The other women with her were all her age, except one younger cousin, Camila, who was 24, born on May 20, 1999. The group was clearly close-knit, buzzing with the excitement of a night out. Each of them was dressed in similarly skimpy and feminine clubwear, dripping in designer labels. "Hey, bitch, you okay?" Raquel, one of Isabella’s friends, strutted over, her heels clicking on the sidewalk. "You look a little out of it," she said, running her hands lightly down Isabella's arm. "Slut, wake up!" Before she even realized what she was doing, Lila's new body responded in a drawling, sassy tone, "Bitch, please, I'm fine. Just thinking about all those hot guys waiting for us." Camila then asked, her tone dripping with irony, "You sure? Last time you zoned out like this, you didn't even recognize your own boyfriend." "No," Lila's mouth responded, much harsher and sassier than she intended. "I ain't worried about that, chica. Now let's get our ass to that club before I change my damn mind." The friend's laughter rang out, unbothered by the biting tone. They were used to this sass; it was just how Isabella was. Unwillingly, Lila adjusted the neckline of the low-cut dress, showing off even more cleavage. She flipped her hair over her shoulder in an exaggerated, practiced motion, and swayed her hips with extra emphasis. Her hands automatically went to touch up her lipstick using a compact mirror from her purse, and she reapplied perfume on her neck and wrists, a sweet, mature fragrance that felt alien to her. She even pulled out a small bottle of expensive hand lotion, applying it seductively while walking, her stilettos clicking with every step. As Lila continued on, she grew more and more agitated, her heart pounding in her ears. She instinctively headed to the restroom of the nightclub they were approaching, excusing herself from the group. Once inside, she finally had a moment to assess the situation. She looked in the mirror and saw Isabella's face staring back at her. Bewildered, she looked down and slipped the high heels off her feet, staring at her new perfectly pedicured toes. In a strained, heavily accented voice, she muttered, “I’m gonna miss mommy, grandma, and everybody,” which came out sounding like, "Fuck this dress, these heels, and this whole fucking night." Lila reached into her purse, pulling out the woman's ID. Her hands shook as she noticed the birthday. February 5th, 1997. A cold realization washed over her; her mom would be the same age as the woman she was now. Her heart sank even deeper as she realized that this body was older than her mother's teenage years when she had Lila. Lila’s heartbeat quickened as she whispered, "I don't wanna be mommy and daddy’s and auntie's age and now I'm too old to like Jake 'cause I'm like 14 years older than him now." But her voice came out saying, “This club sucks, this crowd is whack, and these drinks are weak. Jake ain't worth this bullshit anymore; damn, I’m about to trade him for a real man.” Lila stared around the opulent interior of the nightclub, the flashing lights and heavy beats of the music creating a disorienting haze. The reality of her predicament hit her hard—this was permanent. How could she navigate this new, adult world, and how would she cope with losing the life of a 12-year-old girl with innocent dreams and a simple crush? As the night wore on, Lila grappled with her new reality. Ensuring to stay close to her new "friends," she realized her entire world had changed in an instant, and the journey to reclaiming any semblance of her old self was an uncertain one. Her spirit still young in an unfamiliar, mature body, Lila set forth in a world that demanded she adapt quickly or be left behind.
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