"Forever in Someone Else's Shoes"
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In the cozy heart of Charlottesville, Virginia, Oliver Williams lived a charmed life. With his tousled mop of chestnut hair, bright blue eyes full of eager curiosity, he was a delightful sprite. Born on the 12th of February, 2018, he stood proud at 3'9'' and just 44 pounds. For his first lone venture from his home, he was donned in a navy blue polo shirt, khaki shorts, and velcro red sneakers that squeaked against the pavement as he trotted towards home. His voice carried the chesty squeal of boyhood, full of wonder and mischievous energy.
His young mother, Emily Williams, all of 28 years old and born on the 1st of August, 1996, had given her permission. Standing at 5'4'' and tipping the scales at 125 lb, she bore the distraught joy of watching her little boy grow up too quick.
Excitement bubbled in his chest as he thought of all the tales he would share with Emily, and his beloved grandma, Linda. Linda, now 56, born on the 27th of June, 1968, stood towering at 5'7'', her weight a closely guarded secret. He cradled his stuffed bunny, Thumper and lightly tugged at the leash of their loyal Golden Retriever, Max.
Then, in just the span of a single blink, everything changed. He was taller, and a biting cold devoured him. He looked down at himself or rather herself. She gasped, warm air visible in the cold drizzle. She was a woman, a girl, lost in Los Angeles, California in an outfit much too risqué to fend off the chill. A flimsy scrap of ruby satin was all that guarded her modesty, the plunging neckline accentuated by a trinket with a single faux pearl. Her shoes were crisscross ladies' sandals, high-heeled, encrusted with fake gems and precious little else.
The woman she found out she was didn't fit. Missy Rodgers was her name, born on the 14th of February, 1997. A Caucasian beauty, she stood tall at 5'6'' and a weight that remained undisclosed. Her once scorching red hair now littered with streaks of pink, styled into a messy pixie cut that framed her delicate features. Her eyes, the color of washed-out denim, were filled with desperation.
She examined herself in the full-length window of an abandoned building, her eyes then catching sight of the tiny lip gloss, a crumpled $10 bill, and an expired driver's license tossed haphazardly into a black, leather clutch. And the outfit, she realized, was a desperate claim to attention - the hustle of a homeless woman yearning for help.
Her attention went back to those mature sandals, strapped onto her feet. With a gasp, she lifted a foot, admiring them unhindered as she said, "Aren't these just to die for?"
A moment later, the weight of her reality crushed her and tears welled up in her eyes. He wanted his mommy, his grandma, his stuffed bunny, Max. Little did he know then, that the body of Missy Rodgers was his new, permanent home.
This story was generated by user manemansteve with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
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AI Prompts
Prompt: 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 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 in 1968, 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 outfit barely covering her boobs with a description of the skimpy outfit and revealing and mature sandals with a description of what they look like and have the outfit be too short for the cold weather which was also raining. Describe the woman who's body the 6 year old ends up in being a woman and a description for why she's wearing the outfit including her name, age, birthday, birth year, race, height, weight, hair color, hairstyle, eye color and what she's wearing accessories and jewelry included and purse and what's inside the purse included being revealing and what she sounds like. Have the boy look down at the sandals on his feet innocently before jerking his head unwillingly and sticking his foot out and smiling as he unwillingly said something proud and feminine about his outfit and have it be in quoted text. Have him jerk his head and start crying about how he misses his mommy not knowing he was permanently stuck in the body of the homeless woman.
Response: In the cozy heart of Charlottesville, Virginia, Oliver Williams lived a charmed life. With his tousled mop of chestnut hair, bright blue eyes full of eager curiosity, he was a delightful sprite. Born on the 12th of February, 2018, he stood proud at 3'9'' and just 44 pounds. For his first lone venture from his home, he was donned in a navy blue polo shirt, khaki shorts, and velcro red sneakers that squeaked against the pavement as he trotted towards home. His voice carried the chesty squeal of boyhood, full of wonder and mischievous energy. His young mother, Emily Williams, all of 28 years old and born on the 1st of August, 1996, had given her permission. Standing at 5'4'' and tipping the scales at 125 lb, she bore the distraught joy of watching her little boy grow up too quick. Excitement bubbled in his chest as he thought of all the tales he would share with Emily, and his beloved grandma, Linda. Linda, now 56, born on the 27th of June, 1968, stood towering at 5'7'', her weight a closely guarded secret. He cradled his stuffed bunny, Thumper and lightly tugged at the leash of their loyal Golden Retriever, Max. Then, in just the span of a single blink, everything changed. He was taller, and a biting cold devoured him. He looked down at himself or rather herself. She gasped, warm air visible in the cold drizzle. She was a woman, a girl, lost in Los Angeles, California in an outfit much too risqué to fend off the chill. A flimsy scrap of ruby satin was all that guarded her modesty, the plunging neckline accentuated by a trinket with a single faux pearl. Her shoes were crisscross ladies' sandals, high-heeled, encrusted with fake gems and precious little else. The woman she found out she was didn't fit. Missy Rodgers was her name, born on the 14th of February, 1997. A Caucasian beauty, she stood tall at 5'6'' and a weight that remained undisclosed. Her once scorching red hair now littered with streaks of pink, styled into a messy pixie cut that framed her delicate features. Her eyes, the color of washed-out denim, were filled with desperation. She examined herself in the full-length window of an abandoned building, her eyes then catching sight of the tiny lip gloss, a crumpled $10 bill, and an expired driver's license tossed haphazardly into a black, leather clutch. And the outfit, she realized, was a desperate claim to attention - the hustle of a homeless woman yearning for help. Her attention went back to those mature sandals, strapped onto her feet. With a gasp, she lifted a foot, admiring them unhindered as she said, "Aren't these just to die for?" A moment later, the weight of her reality crushed her and tears welled up in her eyes. He wanted his mommy, his grandma, his stuffed bunny, Max. Little did he know then, that the body of Missy Rodgers was his new, permanent home.
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