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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 audibly screamed and 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 immediately removed the Vans, jeans and black shirt and pulled out the tank top, short shorts and leather wedges. She threw the tank top over herself, put the short shorts back on and slipped her feet back into the leather wedges. She then put the other outfit back in her backpack throwing it 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 not wanting to see her reflection. Later down the road, Whitney did remove the sunglasses from her face and gently dropped them back into her purse. She sat down on a nearby bench pulling a cigarette out of her purse and crossing her legs as she relaxed wondering what she was gonna do next. The new Whitney said the quote "Why was I wearing my other outfit? I love this one so much more. I actually feel like a princess" before taking another puff of her cigarette. 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 now in Whitney's body was doomed to spend the rest of his life believing he was a homeless woman named Whitney.
Once upon a time, in the aisles of a bustling Walmart, a tiny figure moved purposefully through the towering rows of goods. It was a 5-year-old named Sam. Having received permission from his young mother, he was there to shop all by himself. After making his selections, he skipped giddily to the checkout, paid and marched towards the parking lot, ecstatic in his small feat of independence. As he left, he was encountered by 44-year-old Whitney. She was known as a Sensitive Soul around the neighborhood, having weathered the tumultuous tides of homelessness since she was 16. Whitney's long curly black hair and often-shielded face beneath sunglasses were well known in these parts. She came up to him wearing her tank top and short shorts ensemble, leather wedges adorning her feet and her world clutched in a purse and backpack on either shoulder. Whitney gently inquired whether Sam could spare some change. Looking at the change in his hand, Sam generously handed it over to Whitney. When their hands brushed, a strange dizziness overwhelmed him. As he gained his focus, he was alarmed to find himself clad in sunglasses and perched atop towering wedges. He was taller, his attire transformed to that of Whitney’s. Frightened, Sam looked around, spotting his own body and Whitney in it, walking away into the crowd. He hastily shed the purse and backpack. Unable to walk properly in the wedges, he tripped and the sunglasses slid back onto his eyes. Angry and scared, Sam denounced the girly attire and shoes. Rummaging through the backpack, he found a black shirt, jeans and a pair of black and white Vans. After slipping into these more gender-neutral clothes, he raced towards his own body, now inhabited by Whitney. Pleading to switch back, he was met with laughter and a stern denial, followed by Whitney’s snap. His 5-year-old memories became hazy, replaced by those of 44-year-old Whitney. Experiencing a split-second moment of clarity, Sam, now fully transitioned into Whitney, felt a sudden pang of confusion. She quickly dressed up in Whitney’s original clothes, abandoning the masculine clothes she had been in just earlier. Completing the transformation with sunglasses, purse on her right shoulder and backpack on her left, the new Whitney walked away, her reflection captured in a shiny car parking nearby. Throwing another confused glance at herself, she preferred to keep the sunglasses on, not willing to face her new identity. Eventually, she removed them and comfortably sat smoking a cigarette. She pondered her strange situation, confessing her love for her attire, convinced it made her feel like a princess. A distance away, the true Whitney, now in Sam's body, watched the scene, thrilled with her newfound youth and homelessness lifted. Meanwhile, the real Sam, now fully an embodiment of Whitney, was doomed to spend the rest of his life as a homeless woman, with no memories of his original life and full acceptance of his new identity as Whitney.
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