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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 older mom. Include his mom's name, age being only 20 years younger than his grandma, birthday and birth year, height, and weight. 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. Have him blink and suddenly be taller and in a different part of the US as he looks down seeing a small skimpy see-through outfit barely covering her body with a description of the skimpy outfit and skimpy 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 older than his mom by 10 years and possibly even older than his grandma, birthday, birth year being sometime in the 1960s, race being Asian American, height, weight, 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 being revealing and inappropriate 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 asking what's wrong with her calling her bitch and not to worry that there were plenty of good looking young men with nice muscles 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 are the baddest bitches at the club despite their age and have it be in quoted text. Have the woman whose body he ends up in be celebrating a special occasion wearing something to celebrate. Include a description of the special occasion. Have her friend acknowledge the special occasion while smiling at her friend and calling her a cutie and bitch 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. Have a nearby middle aged woman with her age included yell rude comments at the little boy now in the woman's body and her friend saying how they dressed like sluts and how they look like street walkers and have it be in quoted text. Have the friend of the woman whose body the 6 year old is stuck in yell at the older woman and say how at least she and her friend are still attractive and beautiful and how she wishes she could still be hot at their age and how they're probably older than her and have it be in quoted text. Have the little boy unwillingly yell at the middle aged woman she's just jealous she can't get any man to look at her and she and her friend could have any man and adult men love older women that look like them and that she's probably younger than them anyway and that that's not how a lady is supposed to talk and have it be in quoted text and have him use the word bitch. Describe the other woman's name, age being slightly younger than her friend, birthday, birth year, race, 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 being mature 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 shaking from how revealing his outfit was. Have the boy take the purse off his new mature shoulder looking at it innocently finding money and innocently thinking of buying something to calm himself down before losing grip of the money which landed on the ground right next to him. Have the boy bend down trying to pick it up being unable to grip it due to his long fake nails before getting teary eyed and giving up when he suddenly unwillingly scooped up the money and said how he couldn't wait to get drunk and feel young again tonight and have it be in quoted text. Have the woman's friend tell her to put her money back in her purse and drinks were on her tonight. Have the boy pull at his skimpy outfit and sandals grossed out at how girly they looked missing his own clothes and body. Have the woman's friend run over bending down tightening the sandals around her friend's female feet looking up and saying how women have to stick together and how she must know where her friend bought the sandals from and have it be in quoted text. Have the little boy start crying as he wonders how he's gonna get home and if he'll ever see mommy again and have it be in quoted text unwillingly including sounding like a little kid missing their mom. Have the woman's friend laugh at her friend's words and tell her friend to save the flirting for the guys and worry about getting drunk tonight and have it be in quoted text. Have the boy then unwillingly strut to a secluded alley right by the club. Have the boy pull a self defense item out of the purse unwillingly before saying she didn't make it to her 50s being a naive woman before putting it back in the purse and saying how she dares a man or even young woman to do something and have it be in quoted text. Have the boy try grabbing at the girly sandals on his feet to remove them not being able to figure out the straps or the heels not being able to grip the sandals cause of his nail extensions before frowning at himself. Have him unwillingly adjust his posture strutting proudly before walking past some younger women and loudly saying you young ladies look gorgeous tonight and have it be in quoted text.He started crying hoping he would be able to get back to his own body soon not knowing he was never going back.
Once upon a time, in the buzzing city of New York, a six-year-old boy named Ashton was born on March 14, 2018. He was a little short for his age - only 3.9 feet tall and weighed about 44 pounds. He had a mop of soft, chestnut-brown hair which he brushed into a neat side swept style that covered his right eye. Deep, thoughtful blue eyes seemed to hold within them an understanding beyond his years. Ashton sported a pair of worn tennis shoes and a basic green t-shirt paired with khaki shorts. His soft footfall was light and airy, nearly inaudible over the city noises. Ashton lived with his mother, Lisa, born on February 2, 1982. Lisa was a tall woman for her age, 5.6 feet tall and weighed about 140 pounds. Ashton was the apple of his mother’s eye but the cherry on top was his grandmother, Mildred, not just 20 years older than Lisa, but born on December 1, 1962. A woman of strong stature, Mildred was 5.3 feet tall, weighed around 150 pounds. Lisa, Mildred, and Ashton were an inseparable trio. Ashton's favorite stuffed animal and his faithful dog, Rex, were the silent observers to their happy conversations and family get-togethers. Suddenly, Ashton felt different, taller. His surroundings were more barren now, and the skyline, bathed in the twilight hues, looked like the outskirts of Las Vegas. He was wearing a skimpy, jade green tube dress adorned with black sequin work. It barely covered her body, ending just above her thighs, inappropriate for such a cold climate. The coordinating skimpy sandals were made with clear plastic straps and a few rhinestones for good measure. The outfit was unfitting for a 6-year-old to wear. Ashton then realized, he wasn't Ashton anymore. He bore the reflection of Sakura, a 50-year-old Asian American woman, just a little taller and heavier than his mom, Lisa. Her birth year, 1968 and her birthday, April 16, reflected her tender persona. Sakura was dressed for a special occasion. A birthday bash, maybe? Her jet black hair cascaded down her back in loose waves, accentuated by diamond earrings. The green dress accentuated her hourglass figure and elongated her height of 5.6 feet. She weighed a healthy 145 pounds and her piercing brown eyes were shadowed by dark, smoky makeup. "Get a grip, ho," chuckled her friend, Valerie, slightly shorter and younger in age than Sakura. Valerie was also dressed in a scandalously revealing purple dress, her blonde hair swept up in a messy bun. "You look sick, bitch," she laughed as she shoved Sakura playfully, before turning to a group of young men. She scoffed, "You think you're gonna turn down a chance to go clubbing and getting lit with us old bitches?" "No," Sakura replied, her voice much deeper and mature than before. "I heard there are some muscular ones coming. And it's my big day feels like turning 18 again." Valerie eyed Sakura's outfit once more, giving her a thumbs-up, "you sure know how to make an impression bitch.” After an exchanging interesting and spicy talk with Valerie, Sakura glanced back into the mirror, focusing on her new reflection as she stumbled towards it, barely able to hold her posture in those towering sandals. Her hand troublesomely tugged at the dress, indecently tight for her comfort. It was an abrupt change from Ashton’s shorts and t shirt. The purse hung heavily on Sakura's shoulder, and inside, she found various belongings like a wallet—full of credit cards and cash—but among them was a keychain pepper spray, symbolizing the woman’s tough exterior. "I bet I’m gonna use this on some jerk tonight," Sakura chuckled. Suddenly, a middle-aged woman, around 45 rudely yelled, "You dress like sluts, more like street walkers!" Valerie retorted loudly, "At least we still have the charm you lack and anyman would gladly pick us over you". Ashton, now Sakura, was certainly taken aback from the sudden outburst, but he replied with unanticipated vehemence. "Someone's jealous? Well, honey, it's not our fault you lost what we have. And You’re just not supposed to talk like that.” The biting tone of Sakura's voice surprised even her. Ashton struggled to adopt her new change, breaking down in tears every now and then, wishing he could just go back to his mother. Valerie, seeing Ashton as Sakura, huffed and said, "Cut the dramatics, Sakura. Save it for the guys. And you need to behave like a Woman, bitch." Mirroring her words, Ashton had no other choice but to behave as Sakura. He strutted confidently in Sakura's walk and interacted with the group of girls "you young ladies look gorgeous tonight" before going off to the secluded alley. He stared at the sparkly sandals, frowning at the straps that seemed too complicated for his little fingers to navigate. He pulled out the pepper spray from the purse one more time, brandishing it in the neon light. “I reached my 50s by learning to protect myself,” she stated, a little too confidently before returning the spray into the purse- a pretense for her old age. His eyes welled up with tears as he longed for his young, innocent body back. The prospect of returning seemed bleak... much like Ashley’s forlorn eyes.
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