The Stolen Identity: Ethan's Terrifying Transformation
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In the bustling city of New York, on the 27th of March, 2018, a boy named Ethan Harbor was born. This year, in 2024, Ethan turned six. Standing 3β10β tall and weighing a solid 40 pounds, he fashioned a mop of mousy-brown hair, cropped short in a tousled style, and wide bluish-green eyes that sparkled with excitement for simple joys of life. He was dressed in a small red "Spider-Man" T-shirt and denim shorts, and his feet were clad in squeaky black Velcro shoes that muffled his childish gait against the concrete.
Ethan was born to a young mother, Julie Harbor, 23 years old, born on December 12, 2000. Julie was an average-sized woman, standing 5β5β tall and weighing 140 lbs. Once a week, Ethan would walk over to visit his grandma, Martha Harbor. Martha, aged 57, born July 25, 1967, was a generous 5β6β tall woman weighing around 160 lbs. Ethan loved telling them about all his little adventures, his loyal beagle, Max and his favorite stuffed dinosaur, Dino.
In a blink of an eye, Ethan found himself in the snowy city of Denver, transformed into Seline Rivera, a 54-year-old woman, slightly younger than Martha. Born November 9, 1970, Seline was slim, with a stature of 5β6β and a weight of 135 lbs. She had a shock of red hair styled in glamorous waves, framed a face of deep-set hazel eyes. For her outfit, she wore a barely-there Gucci ensemble, a black velvet crop top paired with an audaciously short Versace leather skirt. Underneath the scant ensemble, she wore expensive, alluring Louboutin sandals, lacey and high-heeled, barely appropriate for the chilling rain. A pearl anklet, gifted by her abusive husband, still peeked from a foot.
Seline had run away from Giovanni, a man who had slowly transitioned from a loving husband to a living nightmare. The only connection she retained to him was an expensive diamond ring, resting on her ring finger. Her current outfit was a quick pick from her walk-in-closet during her hasty escape. In her Prada handbag, Ethan found different identity cards, a wad of cash, Seline's survival essentials, and a small, slick pocket knife.
Ethan stared at the sandals, his new small feet reflecting on the glossy red leather before sticking his tongue out, considering them too βgirly.β His new form reflected in a mirror showcasing long legs and a mature figure clad in designer wear causing tears to well up in Seline's otherwise beautiful eyes. He stepped out of the sandals, deciding to go barefoot but the sensation of the cold floor and stepping on a discarded food wrapper brought him back to his new, looming reality.
A sudden crash startled him, setting adrenaline pumping into his veins. Instinctively reaching into the expensive Prada purse, he pulled out the slick pocket knife. His voice, mature, feminine, echoed behind him, "Show yourself! Are you scared to face a lady? I'm not afraid of my piece of shit husband, I'm certainly not afraid of you!" Seline's voice surprised the now six-foot-tall boy, but in the same breath, he hoped to avert danger. The diamond on his finger glinted under the bare moonlight, and Seline's thoughts urged Ethan to pawn it for much-needed cash.
Ethan's own immature thoughts rang out, primarily about missing his mother Julie and his grandma Martha, "I don't wanna be a girl. I miss mommy. I miss grandma," his voice quivered. He even pleaded for the mature version of himself to be his mother, "I want you to come back, Julie." His tears silently fell, soaking the cold pavement beneath his feet.
The reality of his new existence loomed over him as he looked down again at the woman's sandals on his feet and the fear of never being a boy again echoed quietly in the cold, haunting night of Denver.
This story was generated by user manemansteve with assistance by one of OpenAIβs large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
Images were generated with OpenAI's AI system, DALLΒ·E 2, or uploaded by the user.
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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, 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 and expensive outfit barely covering her boobs or butt with a description of the skimpy outfit and revealing and mature and expensive sandals with a description of what they look like and include actual name brands for parts of the outfit 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 the reason why she's wearing the outfit and why she's out in the rain being that she ran away from a man she knows with a description of who that person is to her and why she ran away from him and who she is and have her still be wearing something connecting her to the man. Include a detailed description of the woman including her name, age being much older than his mom, barely younger than his grandma, where she's from, birthday, birth year, race, height, weight, hair color, hairstyle, eye color and what she's wearing accessories and jewelry included and expensive 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 sticking his foot out shaking from how uncomfortable he was feeling the purse weighing down on his shoulder. Have him look down at the mature sandals on his feet sticking his tongue out at how girly they are pulling a foot out and looking at how small and dainty his foot was before catching his reflection in a nearby mirror. Have the boy remove the other sandal walking barefoot as he looked down at his new body and looking back up at the mirror as night time got darker causing tears to form on his new face. Have the boy try to walk barefoot stepping on nasty stuff all throughout his steps causing him to look at the sandals in his hands setting them down on the ground and sitting himself on the floor. Have him slip his feet back into the sandals standing up when he heard a loud crash nearby. Have him unwillingly and instinctively pull a small knife out of his purse as he called out in an uncharacteristically mature and feminine way to show yourself young man or are you scared to face a lady you must be a real coward if you're too scared to face me I'm not scared of my piece of shit husband I'm certainly not scared of you and have it be in quoted text before looking down at the ring on her finger and loudly making a mental note to pawn it and pocket the money before snapping out of it. Have the boy say how he's gonna miss mommy and grandma so much and how he doesn't wanna be a girl and how scary it is out here in the dark unwillingly jerking his head and saying how he misses being a handsome young man and how he wants the nice young lady to be his mom unwillingly using his mom's first name and have it be in quoted text. Have the boy look down at his new form and the sandals on his feet and squeezed his eyes shut crying not knowing he was permanently stuck in the body of the woman and would never be a boy again.
Response: In the bustling city of New York, on the 27th of March, 2018, a boy named Ethan Harbor was born. This year, in 2024, Ethan turned six. Standing 3β10β tall and weighing a solid 40 pounds, he fashioned a mop of mousy-brown hair, cropped short in a tousled style, and wide bluish-green eyes that sparkled with excitement for simple joys of life. He was dressed in a small red "Spider-Man" T-shirt and denim shorts, and his feet were clad in squeaky black Velcro shoes that muffled his childish gait against the concrete. Ethan was born to a young mother, Julie Harbor, 23 years old, born on December 12, 2000. Julie was an average-sized woman, standing 5β5β tall and weighing 140 lbs. Once a week, Ethan would walk over to visit his grandma, Martha Harbor. Martha, aged 57, born July 25, 1967, was a generous 5β6β tall woman weighing around 160 lbs. Ethan loved telling them about all his little adventures, his loyal beagle, Max and his favorite stuffed dinosaur, Dino. In a blink of an eye, Ethan found himself in the snowy city of Denver, transformed into Seline Rivera, a 54-year-old woman, slightly younger than Martha. Born November 9, 1970, Seline was slim, with a stature of 5β6β and a weight of 135 lbs. She had a shock of red hair styled in glamorous waves, framed a face of deep-set hazel eyes. For her outfit, she wore a barely-there Gucci ensemble, a black velvet crop top paired with an audaciously short Versace leather skirt. Underneath the scant ensemble, she wore expensive, alluring Louboutin sandals, lacey and high-heeled, barely appropriate for the chilling rain. A pearl anklet, gifted by her abusive husband, still peeked from a foot. Seline had run away from Giovanni, a man who had slowly transitioned from a loving husband to a living nightmare. The only connection she retained to him was an expensive diamond ring, resting on her ring finger. Her current outfit was a quick pick from her walk-in-closet during her hasty escape. In her Prada handbag, Ethan found different identity cards, a wad of cash, Seline's survival essentials, and a small, slick pocket knife. Ethan stared at the sandals, his new small feet reflecting on the glossy red leather before sticking his tongue out, considering them too βgirly.β His new form reflected in a mirror showcasing long legs and a mature figure clad in designer wear causing tears to well up in Seline's otherwise beautiful eyes. He stepped out of the sandals, deciding to go barefoot but the sensation of the cold floor and stepping on a discarded food wrapper brought him back to his new, looming reality. A sudden crash startled him, setting adrenaline pumping into his veins. Instinctively reaching into the expensive Prada purse, he pulled out the slick pocket knife. His voice, mature, feminine, echoed behind him, "Show yourself! Are you scared to face a lady? I'm not afraid of my piece of shit husband, I'm certainly not afraid of you!" Seline's voice surprised the now six-foot-tall boy, but in the same breath, he hoped to avert danger. The diamond on his finger glinted under the bare moonlight, and Seline's thoughts urged Ethan to pawn it for much-needed cash. Ethan's own immature thoughts rang out, primarily about missing his mother Julie and his grandma Martha, "I don't wanna be a girl. I miss mommy. I miss grandma," his voice quivered. He even pleaded for the mature version of himself to be his mother, "I want you to come back, Julie." His tears silently fell, soaking the cold pavement beneath his feet. The reality of his new existence loomed over him as he looked down again at the woman's sandals on his feet and the fear of never being a boy again echoed quietly in the cold, haunting night of Denver.
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