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Question: Story: Write me a story the way I type about 5 year old John on his first day of school. His 21 year old mom had just dropped him off. Please have John be black haired and brown eyed wearing a t-shirt, jeans and light up shoes. Please have John's teacher be Mrs. Thompson. She was a 35 year old woman who had been teaching for 11 years. Please have Mrs. Thompson have brown hair and brown eyes and have hair tied up in a messy bun wearing glasses as well as a small blazer over a black blouse, knee length tight sweatpants and black flip flops with all her nails painted red as a wedding ring adorned her ring finger. Please have Mrs. Thompson say the quote "Good afternoon class.My name is Mrs. Thompson. I know we're gonna have lots of fun together. I can't wait to meet all of you wonderful students" Please have the bell for recess ring as Mrs.Thompson announces for the first day of school that her and all the other teachers are going to participate in the recess with the students. Please have John look up at all the other students and his teacher intimidated. Earlier that day, Mrs. Thompson had ordered all the students to take off their shoes so John was grabbing his and slipping them on when he accidentally bumped into Mrs. Thompson as she was holding her classroom keys and closing the door behind her. Please have John notice he's now wearing glasses which he doesn't need as he removes them causing his vision to go blurry forcing him to put them back on as he realizes he's taller and feels bigger. Please have John look down to see a pair of mounds on his chest as well as a blazer and blouse and knee length skin tight sweatpants and black flip flops as well as a wedding ring on his now female finger. Please have John look in a hallway mirror seeing his new mature reflection with his childlike innocence shining through his new mature female eyes. Please have John say the quote "Mrs. Thompson? Why am I big?" covering his mouth hearing his new mature female voice instead of his own as he played with his hair that was now tied up in a bun a little. Please have John drop the keys belonging to Mrs. Thompson on the floor as he walked in the direction of the playground still confused feeling extremely uncomfortable as he looked down and saw his female feet with the red nail polish clip clopping in the sandals as he walked with his steps slow and awkward as the feeling of the flip flops on his feet made him uncomfortable. Please have John grab a basketball and walk to a secluded hoop area as he starts shooting hoops when he suddenly misses a shot and the ball start rolling very fast. Please have John kick his flip flops off and start running towards it barefoot taking forever to catch up with the ball in his new older body as he eventually got the ball back and walked back to the hoop area. Please have John not notice the flip flops he kicked off earlier in his walkway accidentally slipping his feet back into them as he looked down at his new mature female feet with the red painted nails again and started crying. Please have John say the quote "I'm gonna miss mommy so much. I hate my voice. I hate these girly clothes and these girly shoes and nail polish is for girls ew. I wanna be me again" in his new mature female teacher voice as he squeezed his eyes shut hoping he was dreaming and would go back to being himself soon not knowing he was now permanently in the body of Mrs. Thompson and would never go back to being John ever again forever doomed to have his childhood stolen from him.
Once upon a time in a bustling neighborhood, a bubbly 5-year-old John, with his black hair and shining brown eyes, was embarking on his much-anticipated first day of school. His mother, only 21 and already proud as peacock, dropped him off at the school gate. John, clothed in his favorite t-shirt, well-fitted jeans, and light-up shoes, had an intimidated look as he watched the swarm of children rush past him. His teacher was a kindly woman named Mrs. Thompson, 35 and very experienced after 11 years in the educational field. Her hair was a beautiful shade of brown and was tied in a casual messy bun, matching her brown eyes perfectly. Donning glasses, she wore a fashionable blazer over a black blouse, with her snug sweatpants stopping just above her black flip flops. Her nails painted a vibrant red coincided with her wedding ring that was often the focus of her students' innocent curiosity. Mrs. Thompson greeted the class amid escalating excitement and said, "Good afternoon class. My name is Mrs. Thompson. I know we're gonna have lots of fun together. I can't wait to meet all of you wonderful students." As soon the bell tolled as a proclamation of recess, she announced that she and the other teachers would be participating in the activities with the students for the day. This announcement got John even more intimidated. Earlier that day, following school protocol, Mrs. Thompson had requested everyone to remove their shoes. He had been scrabbling to slip his back on when he found himself colliding into Mrs. Thompson as she was in the process of locking the class door with her keys. Almost instantaneously, he felt different. He could hardly see without the glasses that now perched on his nose. He felt taller, bigger almost, and as he looked down, he noticed he was no longer in his t-shirt and jeans. He was wearing Mrs. Thompson's blazer and blouse nestled over her body, her knee-length, skin-tight sweatpants shrouding his new slender legs, and her flip flops fastened around his feet with a wedding ring adorning his finger. Utterly shocked, John sprinted to the restroom, staring shockingly into the mirror. His innocent eyes widened, reflecting his confusion through the female eyes of Mrs. Thompson staring back at him. Swallowing hard, he muttered to himself, “Mrs. Thompson? Why am I big?” The mature female voice that echoed startled him even further. With his new grip on Mrs. Thompson’s keys that felt so alien, he found his strides awkward as he made his way to the playground. The sensation of the flip flops flopping against his feet felt strange and unsuitable. Spotting a secluded hoop, he found solace in shooting hoops to distract from the current surrealness until he missed a shot, and the ball began its speedy roll. Purposely kicking off his cumbersome flip flops, he sped after the ball in his new body. However, amidst the misstep of his barefoot pursuit, John accidentally stepped back into Mrs. Thompson’s flip flops. He burst into tears, forced into an identity so divorced from his own. Through his sobs, he wailed, “I’m gonna miss mommy so much. I hate my voice. I hate these girly clothes and these girly shoes; nail polish is for girls, ew. I wanna be me again.” The sting of distress heavy in his eyes, he squeezed them shut hoping that he was merely tangled in a dream and would wake up. Little did he know, he had permanently morphed into Mrs. Thompson, forever losing his childhood to a bizarre incident he had yet to decipher.
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