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Question: Story: Write me a story about 5 year old Sam shopping alone at Walmart for the first time. His 21 year old mom had given him permission. As he grabbed what he wanted and headed out into the parking lot, he was stopped by 44 year old Whitney aka Sensitive Soul. She was a homeless woman who had been since she was 16 but stayed just as friendly and kind as she was when she was younger. Her long black hair curly. She wore sunglasses often to hide her face. She was also wearing a short tank top, short shorts and leather wedges with her purse on her right shoulder and her backpack on her left shoulder. She walked over to Sam and kindly asked if he had any money. Sam did in fact have leftover money and handed it to Whitney. As Whitney accepted it, her hand brushed against Sam's causing him to get dizzy. Opening his eyes, he realized he was wearing sunglasses. Pulling them up, he noticed he was taller and looked down to see the same tank top, short shorts and leather wedges as well as the same purse on his right shoulder and backpack on his left shoulder. As he spotted his own body walking away in the distance, he dropped the purse and the backpack off his new female shoulders. Sam looked down at the wedges trying to take a step but tripping causing the sunglasses resting on his head to fall back down over his eyes. Sam said out loud too girly and too big and these shoes are stupid. Sam removed the wedges and decided to leave the purse, he removed the sunglasses as well. Going through the backpack, he found a black shirt, jeans, and black and white Vans. He put that outfit on after removing the more feminine one and ran towards his body much easier now. As he caught up to his body, he jumped up and down begging to swap back. Whitney in Sam's body laughed as she said no and told him to enjoy life as a 44 year old homeless woman snapping her fingers. Sam cried as his innocent 5 year old memories changed, altered, matured and feminized until he only remembered being 44 year old Whitney. The new Whitney felt a major migraine coming on as she looked around wondering what she was doing. Noticing she was wearing her warmer outfit she huffed angrily stomping her foot wondering where her other stuff was. Whitney looked around for a minute for her purse and her backpack eventually finding it in the Walmart parking lot she didn't remember leaving. She removed the Vans, jeans and black shirt. She threw the tank top back on, put the short shorts back on and slipped her feet back into the leather wedges. She then threw her backpack over her left shoulder. She then pulled her sunglasses out of her purse throwing them over her eyes and then threw her purse over her right shoulder. The new Whitney then strutted out of the parking lot walking past a reflection of herself. She wanted to remove her sunglasses to see her eyes but decided to leave them on and started looking down reminding herself they were her shield. Whitney did later remove the sunglasses from her face and gently put them back in her purse. She sat down on a nearby bench pulling a cigarette out of her purse. The new Whitney said the quote "Why was I wearing my other outfit? I love this one so much more. Makes me feel like a princess. These shoes are so cute" before crossing her legs . The real Whitney in Sam's body watched it all unfold from a distance happy to be younger and to no longer be homeless. The real Sam in Whitney's body was doomed to spend the rest of his life believing he was a homeless woman named Whitney
Sam was just five years old, but he was already learning about independence. His twenty-one year old mom, always encouraging him to become responsible, had given him permission to do his own shopping at Walmart. Vanishing into the maze of aisles, Sam made his selections with glee. In his small hands, he held the change from his purchases. With wide-eyed anticipation, he stepped out into the Walmart parking lot, the sunshine illuminating his first solo shopping venture. That's when he crossed paths with Whitney, known to everyone as Sensitive Soul. At 44, she had been homeless since her 16th birthday. A constant figure in town, her long curly black hair was as familiar as her kindness that never faded with time. Always hidden behind sunglasses, her face was a secret, a mystery. Dressed in a short tank top and short shorts, with leather wedges adorning her feet, she gave off a sense of casual charm despite her homeless status. Her essentials hung from her shoulders - a purse on the right, a backpack on the left. Intersecting Sam's path, Whitney asked kindly if he had any spare change. Holding out his small fist, money clinking inside, Sam offered it up to Whitney. As he handed it over, his hand brushed against hers. With a jolt, Sam felt a sudden dizzy wave wash over him. Opening his eyes, he found himself peering over sunglasses. Confused, he pulled them up. He wasn't looking down at his 5-year-old body, but instead at Whitney's. His alarm only grew when he spotted his own body walking away nonchalantly. His little hand was clenching the money he'd given Whitney. Dropping the purse and backpack slung over his female shoulders, Sam looked down at his new attire. He took a tentative step in Whitney's wedges, promptly tripping. The sunglasses slipped back down over his eyes. "Too girly and too big," he squeaked dramatically, "and these shoes are stupid." Discarding the wedges aside, Sam delved into the backpack. His hands retrieved a black shirt, jeans, and black and white Vans. As he donned the less feminine clothes, he ran towards his departing body with newfound ease. But his body, now occupied by Whitney, just laughed at his plea. "Enjoy life as a 44-year-old homeless woman," she said cheekily, snapping her fingers. Suddenly, everything shifted again for Sam. He sobbed as his treasured childhood memories slipped away, replaced by harsher, grittier, grown-up ones. Within moments, he was Whitney again, but with Sam's memories largely gone, replaced by Whitney's. Feeling a sudden, pounding headache, she looked around, disoriented. Spotting the discarded purse and backpack in the parking lot, Whitney quickly changed back into her familiar clothes. With a roll of her eyes, she strutted out of the parking lot, catching a glimpse of her reflection. Her sunglasses, a comforting shield, slipped back on. She later sat down on a nearby bench, pulling a cigarette from her purse. "Why was I wearing my other outfit?" she mused aloud, "I love this one so much more. Makes me feel like a princess. These shoes are so cute." Crossing her legs, she seemed to have no memory of her short-lived transformation. From a distance, the real Whitney, inside Sam's small body, watched gleefully. She was thrilled to be young again, and no longer homeless. The real Sam, now enveloped in Whitney's body, was doomed to a life believing he was homeless woman named Whitney, his childhood memories slipping away like sand through his fingers.
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