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Question: Story: The year is 2024. Write me a story the way I type 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, birthday and birth year, height, and weight. Include his grandma's name, age, birthday and birth year being sometime in the 1950s, 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 who always wagged his tail when he got home. 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 boobs 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 much older than his mom and being only about 10 years younger than his grandma but still good looking for her age, birthday, birth year, race being white 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 who would love to hang with a woman with experience like them before winking 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 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 comparing their outfits saying her friend always looks way better than her before adding how it makes sense since she's a natural queen and all the other women around should be jealous and have it be in quoted text trying to soothe her friend's sudden worried behavior. 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 were made for the streets and need to dress their age 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 at their age and how she wishes she could still look like them at this age and have it be in quoted text. Have the little boy unwillingly yell at the middle aged woman how sleeping with women her and her friend's age is every young man's dream but women like the middle aged woman are past her prime and have it be in quoted text and have him use the word honey. Describe who the person is to the woman. 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 inappropriate 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 a dollar bill inside and innocently thinking of buying something to calm himself down before losing grip of the dollar bill 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. Have the little boy say how hot she and her friend look and how she especially aged like fine wine before her friend starts laughing and have it be in quoted text. 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 little boy unwillingly put the purse back on his shoulder in a seductive way. 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 boy then unwillingly strut to a secluded alley right by the club before catching his reflection again blinking innocently at his new reflection. Have the boy pull a self defense item out of the purse unwillingly before saying she won't have any man take advantage of her tonight before putting it back in the purse and saying how she's too old to be playing those baby games with any man before sticking her foot out and posing seductively 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 squeeze his eyes as he imagined being at home and seeing himself walking through his house happily only to lose balance in his sandals causing his new eyes to jerk open bringing him back to his new reality. Please include him imagining himself again at home running through the house sitting on the living room couch wearing his sneakers as he bent down to take off the sneakers, his grip around the shoes instantly turned into long fake nails attempting to pull the straps off feminine sandals with heels on them as he was now sitting on a random bench near the club looking down. He started crying hoping he would be able to get back to his own body soon not aware this body swap was in fact permanent and he would never ever be a boy again in a very sad ending.
In the bustling suburban neighborhood of Madison, Wisconsin, a delightful 6-year-old boy named Ben was experiencing a momentous day. Ben Taylor was born on a sun filled day back on June 3rd, 2018. Standing not more than 3'7" and weighing 50 pounds, he was hallmark of kinetic energy with vibrant red hair in a carrots-top this-little-boy-went-to-the-barber style, dazzled with sparkling freckles and sky-blue eyes that were always full of curiosity and wonder. Ben found delight in his bright yellow sneakers that squeaked adorably with every excited step he took on his path. His mother, whose name was Lily, was a young mom. She was born on February 1st, 1996, making her the age of 28. She stood 5'5" and weighed 130 pounds. Lily's mother and Ben's loving grandmother was named Margaret who was born on the 19th of April in 1955, making her 69 years young, standing proudly at 5'6" and weighing a healthy 160 pounds. However, mid-way to his walk, something inexplicable happened, like a glitch in reality, Ben was no longer a chirpy six-year-old, as he had been seconds before, but found himself standing considerably taller, in a different part of the US - the sun-drenched city of Miami. He glanced down to find himself clad in a skimpy, sparkly gold mini-dress contrasted with flashing silver sandals whose heels were far higher than he was comfortable with. The dress, which barely covered her assets, was unsuitable for the evening breeze rolling in from the coast. The body he occupied was that of a woman named Vivian, an aging beauty born on August 20, 1964, making her 60 years, but still strikingly attractive. She was a 5'9", 145-pound, white, American woman with blonde hair cut in a sexy bob, alluring green eyes adorned with smoky eye makeup, and a set of long fake nails painted crimson red. She was complemented with bold plum lipstick and diamond earrings that glittered under the neon lights. Her purse, a branded, petite thing, contained a few dollar bills, an ID, a set of keys, a mobile phone and, somewhat alarming to Ben, a self-defense item. The momentary confusion was interrupted by a sassy call: "Ho, why so spooked?" The voice belonged to a lady named Maria, born on April 3, 1968. Maria was 5'7", weighed 140 pounds with fiery red hair let loose, sapphire-colored eyes, and was adorned in similarly daring attire - a skin-tight black dress with strapped golden stilettos, a purse filled with cash and card bills, and fake nails to match her overly accented eye makeup and raspberry-colored lipstick. Ben was baffled as Maria ran her hands all over Vivian's body. Maria even had audacity enough to smack Vivian’s butt in a way that was apparently playful. Rehashing a common argument, Maria said, "Honey, every young stud would dream of sleeping within women like us, not some hag, like the one over there.” Soon enough, Ben started involuntarily mocking Maria’s actions and speech, horrified at both the profanity in the words and the natural sultriness embedded in Vivian’s voice. The sight of his new reflection left him stunned, and he fought hard to keep the tears from streaming. Unexpectedly, he found himself weeping, not as a grown woman, but as a terrified child. "I just want to go home to mommy," he sobbed, before retreating into Miami’s dimly-lit alleys. In a fit of desperation, he tried removing Vivian’s sparkly sandals, but found himself entrapped, primarily due to long nail extensions. His imagination seemed to retaliate against his fate, showing him images of when he was home, in comfortable sneakers, in their warm living room. He clung on to the dream tightly, fighting back the tears in Vivian's eyes. The reality, however, was much harsher. The sandals stayed on; the heels were unyielding as was the shock of reality. Where he had hoped to find the comfort of his own body, he instead found artificial nails fumbling with a glimmering strap. The new reality hit him harder than ever, sending a pang of heartache through his small heart. The realization that he would never revert back to the 6-year-old he once was made the waters in Vivian's emerald eyes glisten even more, and the heartache to mount as he aimlessly navigated through this terrifying reality.
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