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Question: Story: The year is 2024. Write me a story the way I write about a random 6 year old boy with a description of the boy's name, where he's from in the US, birthday, 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, height, and weight. Have him blink and suddenly be taller and in a different state as he looks down seeing a skimpy revealing outfit with a description of the skimpy outfit and revealing sandals with a description of what they look like and have the outfit be too short for the cold weather. Describe the woman who's body the 6 year old ends up in including her name, age being now way older than his mom, race being Hispanic of some kind, height, weight being plus sized, hair color, hairstyle, eye color and what she's wearing accessories and jewelry and earrings and fierce makeup and bold lipstick and long fake nails and purse and what inside the purse included and what she sounds like and if she's with somebody with it being a woman and have the other woman address the woman in a sassy way calling her ho like it's a playful nickname and boo asking what's wrong with her and if she had found a white boy attractive or something and not to worry that there were plenty of black and Hispanic men that were way better looking and whether or not they were gonna go to the club and get lit and get drunk with their other girlfriends the woman referred to as sluts and hos and how she and her friend may be the oldest women at the club but they still look finer than all the younger women do and how she and her friend can get any man they want to do anything cause men love getting with older women like them and have it be in quoted text. Have her friend also start running her hands all over the body of who she assumes is her friend and smack her butt and fiercely stick her foot out and pull her friend's foot out comparing their shoes and their pedicured toes saying her friend always looks way better than her and have it be in quoted text trying to soothe her friend's sudden worried behavior. Describe who the person is to the woman. Describe the other woman's name, age, race being the same as the woman the 6 year old ends up being, height, weight, hair color, hairstyle, eye color and what she's wearing with it being just as skimpy with sandals included and fake nails as the woman the 6 year old boy ends up in the body of accessories and jewelry and earrings and fierce makeup and bold lipstick and fake nails and purse and what's inside the purse included and what she sounds like. Have the 6 year old boy spot his new reflection in the mirror as he stumbles over to the mirror blinking innocently even with his new more mature eyes and point at his reflection shaking from how revealing his outfit was. Have the boy take the purse off his new mature shoulder looking at it innocently. Have the little boy say mommy i'm scared and ew gross i'm a girl and ew gross these are girly clothes and shoes like mommy wears in the grown woman's voice and tone and have it be in quoted text and have him say how hot she and her friend look unwillingly before her friend starts laughing and have the words be spelled differently due to way the woman's accent. Have the little boy unwillingly put the purse back on his shoulder in a seductive way. Have the little boy then unwillingly strut to a nearby bench sitting down and crossing his legs and pouting seductively before saying something alluring about them being older women and have it be in quoted text and have him blow his reflection a kiss before winking and smiling. Have the little boy start crying as he wonders how he's gonna get home and if he'll ever see mommy again.
In 2024, there was an energetic 6-year-old boy named Jackson Thompson. He hailed from the suburbs of Boston, Massachusetts, born on July 28, 2018, standing at about 3 feet 9 inches tall, and weighing around 50 pounds. His hair was sandy blonde, clipped neatly above his ears and swept to the side, highlighting his sparkling blue eyes. He was clad in a red t-shirt, blue shorts, and black velcro sneakers, lightly thudding on the sidewalk as he strolled back home alone for the first time. His mom, a young woman named Emily, who was only 24, stood a few inches shy of 6 feet tall and weighed around 120 pounds. Emily had given her little boy permission to take this small but significant adventure. But in a blink of an eye, Jackson wasn't in Massachusetts anymore nor in his own small body. He felt taller, colder, and more exposed. The outfit he originally had on was replaced by a daring, skimpy crimson dress that barely reached mid-thigh, accompanied by strappy black sandals showcasing his newly painted toes. He was in the body of a woman named Maria, a proudly full-figured Hispanic woman, 44 years old and a towering 5'11, sporting black permed hair and brown eyes. Her earrings swung, catching the light, her ruby purse full of her regular essentials – keys, a phone, a lipstick, a compact mirror, and her wallet. Her accent wasn't that of Emily's Bostonian tones, but a thick Hispanic one. Beside Maria was her lifelong friend, Isabella, a 45-year-old woman with the same Hispanic heritage. She was just about as tall and voluptuously built. Her hair was deep brown and eye color matched Maria's. It was difficult to differentiate between their outfits, both being bold, flashy. Isabella's purse had a similar collection of items to Maria's. Her voice was a sensual drawl. Isabella looked mischievously at Maria and said, "What's up, ho? You blinked like you just saw a hot white boy or something, boo. Don't worry; we got plenty of fine black and Hispanic men around us. Ready for the club and getting lit with our girlfriends?" Laughing, she added, "We may be the oldest chicks there, but honey, we look finer than all those younger hoes. With our charms, any man would die to be with us." Isabella ran her hands over Maria, gave her a playful smack on her behind and stuck her pedicured foot next to Maria’s, saying, "You always do it better, boo." Jackson saw himself in a nearby mirror, and for a moment, forgot where he was. He pointed at his own reflection, dressed as Maria, the outfit barely covering anything, shaking in surprise and fear. "Mommy, I'm scared," he audibly gasped in Maria's thick accent, reading his own image in the mirror. He continued, "Ew, gross, I'm a girl, and ew, gross, these are girly clothes and shoes, like mommy wears." "As hot as you do, Ho," Isabella burst out laughing after she heard him. Involuntarily, the six-year-old Jackson slung Maria's purse over his shoulder, strutted over to a nearby bench, sitting down, crossed his legs in a decidedly alluring older woman fashion, blowing a kiss to his reflection in the mirror, winking, and smiling. But then the fear overwhelmed him again. Tears welled in his new mature brown eyes as he wondered if he'd ever be able to find his way back home and see Emily again.
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