"The Transformation of Ashley Carter: A Legendary Friday Night"
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1. Once upon a time, in a small suburban town, there lived a boy named Jacob Miller.
2. Jacob was very young—only 8 years old.
3. His birthday was March 17th.
4. He was born in 2016.
5. At age eight, Jacob was already a bit tall for his age, standing at 4’6”.
6. He weighed about 74 pounds.
7. Jacob had short, tousled, honey-blonde hair that sometimes curled above his ears.
8. His eyes were a vivid sky blue, always sparkling with curiosity.
9. Jacob was white, with fair skin that blushed easily when he played or got excited.
10. His mom’s name was Michelle Miller.
11. Michelle was a young mother, aged 27.
12. She was born on October 9th, 1996.
13. Michelle stood at 5'5".
14. She weighed approximately 120 pounds.
15. Her hair was long, chestnut-brown and fell in gentle waves to her mid-back, usually kept in a loose braid.
16. Michelle’s eyes were a warm hazel color that seemed golden in the sunlight.
17. Jacob’s grandma was named Heather Miller.
18. Heather was considered quite young for a grandmother, only 45 years old.
19. She was born on January 20th, 1979.
20. Heather was 5’7”.
21. She weighed 137 pounds.
22. Heather had short, silver-streaked hair, styled in a fashionable pixie cut.
23. Her eyes were soft gray with flecks of blue.
24. One sunny Friday afternoon, Jacob went to his friend’s house for a playdate after school.
25. His friend was a white boy named Owen Carter.
26. Owen was 9 years old, just a grade above Jacob.
27. Owen’s birthday was July 25th.
28. Owen was born in 2015.
29. He stood at 4'7", just a little taller than Jacob.
30. Owen weighed in at 77 pounds.
31. Owen’s hair was thick and straight, a sandy-blond mop that always looked like it needed a trim.
32. Owen’s older sister, Ashley Carter, was also home that afternoon.
33. Ashley Carter was 12 years old, perfecting her dramatic “almost-teenager” energy.
34. Ashley’s birthday was December 8th.
35. She was born in 2011.
36. Ashley was 5’0” tall, her legs long for her age.
37. She weighed about 93 pounds.
38. Her hair was wavy and dark blonde, parted in the middle, and reached just past her shoulders.
39. Ashley’s eyes were a bright, piercing green, framed by long dark lashes.
40. She was wearing a trendy outfit that she had put together herself.
41. Her tank top was pale blue, ribbed, with a small embroidered white daisy on the front, cropped right at her navel and with lace trim at the edges.
42. Her shorts were high-waisted, soft white cotton with sky-blue pinstripes and rolled cuffs, ending mid-thigh.
43. The flip-flops were simple but stylish—white rubber soles with shiny silver straps that crisscrossed over the top, each adorned with a tiny blue rhinestone flower.
44. Ashley wore three pieces of jewelry:
1. A delicate silver chain necklace with a tiny butterfly charm.
2. A sparkly blue beaded bracelet on her left wrist.
3. Small silver hoop earrings.
45. Mrs. Carter, Owen and Ashley’s mom, was bustling around the house, getting ready for a fancy evening out with her husband to celebrate their anniversary.
46. The occasion was their fifteenth wedding anniversary—a date they always marked with a night out.
47. Mrs. Carter wore a long, flowing, turquoise chiffon dress, sleeveless and cut to her calves, with a slit up one side exposing her tanned, athletic legs.
48. The dress had a fitted bodice decorated with swirling beadwork and a flowing skirt that shimmered when she moved.
49. On her feet, she wore stunning white platform sandals, with chunky cork soles and broad white patent straps wrapped around her feet and ankles, buckled with little gold buckles on the side.
50. Her toenails were painted a glossy seafoam green, shimmering under the ceiling lights.
51. Mrs. Carter wore five pieces of jewelry:
1. A wide silver cuff bracelet etched with flowers.
2. Gold chandelier earrings sparkling with turquoise gems.
3. A simple gold wedding band.
4. A slim layered necklace of silver and turquoise beads.
5. A cocktail ring set with a bold aqua stone.
52. She carried a large, oyster-pink leather purse with gold clasps, a wide shoulder strap, and side tassel.
53. Inside the purse were items including: a phone, her wallet, a compact mirror, a lipstick tube, two packs of gum, keys, hand sanitizer, tissues, her favorite peach lotion, and an emergency sewing kit.
54. As she finished her makeup, Mrs. Carter expertly lined her lips, filling them in with a glossy pink lipstick, smiling at the result.
55. She paused, pulling out some money from her wallet and setting it on the granite counter next to a yellow sticky note which read, in careful handwriting, “Pizza for Owen & Jacob, Love Mom.”
56. Mrs. Carter asked: “Ashley, you sure you don’t want to come with us tonight?”
57. “No, I’ll stay home. I’ll keep them out of trouble,” Ashley replied, glancing at the boys.
58. Owen pouted, “But what if you’re bossy?”
59. Everyone laughed.
60. Soon, both Owen and Ashley’s parents left, waving goodbye and promising to be back before midnight.
61. Owen suddenly remembered he needed to borrow a book from a neighbor for a school project.
62. “Back in a sec! Don’t eat all the pizza!” Owen yelled, slipping out the door still in his socks.
63. Jacob watched as Owen disappeared, in a hurry.
64. Now, only Jacob and Ashley were home.
65. Ashley, seeing her mom’s glamorous look, considered for a moment what it might feel like to dress up in fancy shoes and mother’s stylish clothes.
66. She shrugged, thinking, “Maybe later,” and opted to go outside instead, hoping her friend might text her.
67. Jacob was left alone in the kitchen, surrounded by all the leftover party preparations and snacks.
68. On the counter there were shiny silver bowls—one filled with crispy nacho chips, another with red and yellow gummy bears, and a third with a mountain of rainbow jelly beans.
69. Beside these was a cold two-liter bottle of bright orange soda with beads of condensation.
70. Jacob’s gaze wandered from the food to the rest of the bright, tidy house.
71. Curiosity getting the better of him, Jacob wandered off from the kitchen.
72. He shuffled toward the hallway and crept toward the staircase.
73. Quietly, he tiptoed up the stairs, marveling at how different everything looked from his own home.
74. At the end of the hallway was Ashley’s room, her door decorated with stickers and bold pink letters that read “ASHLEY’S SPACE.”
75. Jacob peeked inside; the room was scattered with outfits, sneakers, and fluffy slippers, alongside a pink beanbag and a vanity glittering with nail polish bottles.
76. “Wow,” Jacob whispered, stepping forward, feeling something oddly forbidden about sneaking into her space.
77. He slipped off his sneakers but tripped on his own socks, stumbling into a pile near the bed.
78. Disoriented, his bare feet landed right in the center of Ashley’s flip-flops, the rhinestone flowers chilly against his skin.
79. He hadn’t meant to wear them.
80. He tried to back out, but his feet seemed stuck—his toes were cracking, stretching, morphing before his eyes.
81. Jacob watched in horror as his feet started to age and reshape.
82. His toes slimmed, the nails lengthening and becoming neatly painted pale pink.
83. The skin on his feet smoothed and tanned gently.
84. The soles grew softer with gentle arch support.
85. The heels narrowed and the ankles slenderized.
86. His big toes shifted shape, growing daintier.
87. Hair vanished, replaced with evenly tanned, smooth skin.
88. Bones lengthened delicately, swelling proportionally to look feminine.
89. The ankles grew more defined, matching Ashley’s in structure.
90. Calves thinned and reshaped to a girl's elegant proportions.
91. Veins became less visible; skin stayed taut and soft.
92. A dusting of freckles appeared where Ashley had them.
93. Heels took on a faint natural pink hue.
94. Tendons rearranged, mirroring her feet’s graceful lines.
95. Toenails gleamed, shaped perfectly in an oval.
96. Finally, the flip-flops fit him perfectly, snug and comfortable—Ashley’s feet exactly.
97. He panicked, stumbling back but glancing at a corkboard above Ashley’s dresser.
98. There he saw a photo: Ashley with her mom and dad, all three grinning at a beach bar.
99. Ashley wore the same tank top and shorts she had on earlier, sunglasses perched on her head.
100. Mrs. Carter stood in the very same turquoise chiffon anniversary dress and white platforms she wore that night, arm-in-arm with her husband in slacks and a pale shirt.
101. Fear shot through Jacob as he whimpered, “I don’t want to be my friend’s sister, I don’t want to be girly… she hates video games and is so annoying!”
102. He noticed a second framed photo—Ashley’s grandma seated on a picnic blanket in a flowy sundress, holding a pie, grinning.
103. Both photos clattered to the ground as Jacob recoiled, his body continuing to shift.
104. Through the tears in his eyes, Jacob saw a row of his friend’s mom’s shoes—white heels, silver wedges, strappy sandals, peeking from a floral box.
105. Nearby were jewel-toned scarves and a pair of lavender leggings with a matching cotton tunic folded on the dresser.
106. A wooden tray neatly displayed jewelry—gold bangles, pearl studs, and a sapphire pendant, each sparkling in the afternoon sunlight.
107. Heart pounding, Jacob tried to straighten the bed, but in his panic, pulled the covers loose without fixing them.
108. He ran back to the kitchen in terror, feet slapping in Ashley’s flip-flops, upsetting a bowl of chips and sending jelly beans skittering.
109. He knocked over the ten-dollar bill and the sticky note from Mrs. Carter—now, the note shimmered and changed, reading only: "Pizza for Owen, Love Mom."
110. Jacob stared at his feet and screamed, “Noooooooooooo! My feet look so gross and girly! Help, please!”
111. Instantly his legs began to age, stature cracking, shifting as Ashley’s shorts took form:
112. His shins stretched, the skin gaining a healthy bronze.
113. Knees softened to look less knobby, more rounded.
114. Calves ballooned, reshaping and filling out.
115. Quads smoothed, rhythmic curves forming.
116. Thighs slimmed slightly, becoming firm and athletic.
117. Pinprick freckles scattered up both shins.
118. Muscles realigned to accommodate a slightly higher stride.
119. Kneecaps narrowed, matching a 12-year-old girl’s.
120. Calves tingled, matching Ashley’s gentle muscle lines.
121. Leg hair shrank, vanished completely.
122. The limb’s overall texture silkened.
123. Veins faded from visibility.
124. Pores minimized.
125. The lower legs shaped into long, elegant limbs of an active pre-teen girl.
126. High-waisted white shorts with blue pinstripes stitched themselves onto his lower half, cuffs rolling at mid-thigh.
127. Next, Jacob’s torso and chest feminized and aged, tank top forming as the process continued:
128. Hip bones flared, giving him a more hourglass silhouette.
129. His waist narrowed, skin softening and smoothing.
130. Ribs thinned and lifted delicately.
131. Shoulders rounded, losing their boyish angularity.
132. Collarbone became lightly defined, elegant.
133. Chest blossomed subtly into the beginnings of budding curves.
134. Sternum softened, tissue filling at his chest.
135. Back curved gently, posture realigning.
136. Stomach tucked in, gaining a hint of teen girl softness.
137. Navel shifted to align with high shorts.
138. His ribcage shrank slightly, more petite.
139. Back muscles lengthened, attaining lithe flexibility.
140. Pores faded, skin brightened.
141. A cropped pale blue ribbed tank top, lace-trimmed and daisy-emblazoned, crawled up his torso, perfectly fitted.
142. A bra snap closed behind him, matching that worn by Ashley.
143. His arms and hands followed:
144. Biceps stretched, slimmed, growing longer and weaker.
145. Forearms narrowed, downy hairs vanishing.
146. Elbows receded, soft and rounded.
147. Wrists grew slim and dainty.
148. Fingers lengthened, forming elegant slender digits.
149. Palms narrowed, nails sprouted, forming oval, pale-polished tips.
150. Shoulders lost bulk, now slim and gently sloped.
151. Skin on his arms tanned gently, a warm gold.
152. Small freckles appeared along his forearms.
153. Veins faded, skin smooth as satin.
154. Knuckles minimized.
155. Arm hair shrank away, invisible.
156. Triceps softened, fat distributing as on a girl.
157. A blue beaded bracelet snaked onto his left wrist.
158. Hands completed, dainty and quick-fingered.
159. He stared at himself, shaking, and wailed: “I look so girly… Don’t want to be my friend’s sister, she’s so girly, and I don’t wanna be her!”
160. His head, hair, and face began their transition, drawn out and incredibly detailed:
161. Skull shape subtly shifted, jawline narrowing and chin rounding.
162. Cheekbones rose, face becoming more heart-shaped.
163. Nose slimmed, developing a gentle upward tilt.
164. Ears shrank, lobe piercing forming in each.
165. Eyes pulled wide, irises bleeding green, gaining long, fluttery lashes.
166. Eyebrows softened and arched up.
167. Lips plumped, the upper lip now with a gentle bow.
168. Freckles dotted across the nose and cheeks.
169. Skin became flawless, baby-smooth.
170. Jawline angled delicately beneath the cheeks.
171. Forehead softened in slope.
172. Mouth shrank fractionally.
173. Hair shot out from the roots, yellow darkening into honey-blonde, and length unfurling to just past the shoulders.
174. Hair thickened, growing wavy and full, parted in the middle.
175. A pink gloss shimmered onto the soft lips.
176. Cheeks pinked naturally.
177. Baby teeth gave way to the permanent teeth of a preteen girl.
178. A dapple of light shadow fell along the brow bone and lids.
179. Eyelashes grew even longer, dark and curled.
180. A faint daisy scent filled the air around.
181. Hair glinted with subtle, natural sun-streaks.
182. Dimples appeared.
183. Ears perfectly symmetrical, with tiny new hoops in each.
184. Pupils expanded, green irises vibrant and alert.
185. A new girl’s face, smiling unconsciously in the mirror.
186. A tiny tie-back clipped a lock of hair on the right.
187. Three familiar pieces of jewelry materialized: butterfly necklace, blue beaded bracelet, silver hoops.
188. A small, pale blue purse appeared slung at his—now her—side, matching Ashley’s.
189. Jacob’s—no, Ashley’s—voice raised and re-formed, climbing in pitch, smooth and girly, echoing with sassy energy as she shrieked.
190. She clapped both hands over her new mouth, terrified, recognizing her altered voice.
191. She could feel memories shifting—her desires, thoughts, and experiences slowly beginning to reset, the Jacob she’d always known fading away.
192. With panic, Ashley tossed her purse on the kitchen table, kicked off the flip-flops, and quickly pulled off the jewelry.
193. “Oh no no no! What’s happening to me? Someone help!” she cried out, her voice echoing in the empty house.
194. She dashed into Owen’s room, desperate to play video games—convinced that if she played, the old memories would stay.
195. Sitting nervously on the gamer chair, she grasped the controller tightly, heart pounding as the familiar boot-up chime echoed through the room.
196. Gusts of wind whispered beneath her bare legs—the shorts cruelly short, her skin so smooth and strange.
197. Logic told her she had ninety seconds left—just a minute and a half—before she would forget what a controller even was, before she’d forget being Jacob at all.
198. The console logo lingered on the screen, loading slower than it ever had.
199. She stiffened, counting the seconds, desperate for the game menu to appear.
200. 89 seconds.
201. Her posture softened, legs folding in a casually girlish sit.
202. 82 seconds.
203. She desperately fought the urge to twirl her new hair around a finger.
204. 76 seconds.
205. “Come on, come on,” she pleaded, voice catching a hint of bratty whine.
206. 70 seconds and her left foot tapped the floor lightly; an instinctive gesture she tried to suppress.
207. 64 seconds.
208. “Can you just hurry up already, ugh!” she snapped, her tone growing more sassy.
209. 57 seconds.
210. The urge to cross her arms in a huff became irresistible.
211. 52 seconds.
212. “Like, literally, I am so over this,” she said out loud to nobody.
213. 47 seconds.
214. She flipped her hair back over one shoulder, the sassy pulse growing in her words.
215. 41 seconds.
216. “C’mon, I seriously don’t have time for your drama, stupid thing,” she scoffed.
217. 36 seconds.
218. She noticed herself beginning to pout unconsciously.
219. 30 seconds.
220. The memory of which button was which started getting fuzzy.
221. 25 seconds.
222. Her mind scrambled, reaching for the words: “A,” “B,” “X,” “Y.”
223. 19 seconds.
224. The console beeped, asking for a user sign-in.
225. 14 seconds.
226. She fumbled, anger rising to the surface.
227. 9 seconds.
228. “Like, are you for real right now?” she shouted, snapping the controller like a petulant big sister.
229. 4 seconds.
230. Her thumb hovered over the wrong button.
231. 2 seconds.
232. 1 second…
233. The game started—the console logo fading into the menu—just a moment too late.
234. In her mind, the memories of Jacob slipped away, replaced entirely with the life, thoughts, and memories of Ashley Carter, age 12—the big sister, the only sister.
235. She glanced down at the controller, perplexed, lips curling in annoyance: “Okay… like, what even is this thing for, anyway?”
236. Sighing dramatically, Ashley set the controller down and marched back to the kitchen.
237. She scowled at the spilled chips, toppled money, and sticky note re-addressed to Owen only.
238. On the far side of the counter, her purse and flip-flops waited—beside the three glittery pieces of jewelry she always wore.
239. Suddenly, she remembered: she had promised herself she’d try on some of her mom’s shoes and clothes tonight.
240. Her eyes sparkled in anticipation as she picked out her mom’s sparkly silver wedges and a soft teal wrap dress from the row by the stairs.
241. “Ashley, you deserve this glow-up,” she murmured to herself, pacing with excitement.
242. She assumed the kitchen mess was probably Owen or one of his dorky friends, so she stood at the base of the stairs and called loudly: “Owen, you better not have made this mess—seriously, if you or your weird friend broke anything, you are so grounded!”
243. She stomped up the stairs checking every room, voice echoing in a bratty drawl: “Helloooo? Owen? Dumb boys, I swear home is never safe with you two around!”
244. Owen was nowhere to be found; the whole house felt empty.
245. Ashley skipped back downstairs, gathered her three favorite pieces of jewelry from the counter:
1. The butterfly charm necklace, its wings painted enamel blue and silver.
2. The blue beaded bracelet, with glittering glass beads and a tiny silver heart accent.
3. Her mini silver hoop earrings, which she deftly fastened into her mirror-pierced lobes.
246. She bent to pick up her flip-flops, setting them down before her, then sat on the cool linoleum floor, grinning: “These are, like, sooo much more chill than heels—love that for me.”
247. Ashley put her left flip-flop on her left foot:
248. 1. Slid her small toes onto the cool, white rubber sole.
249. 2. Ran her finger along the shiny silver strap.
250. 3. Nudged her heel into place with a gentle wriggle.
251. 4. Adjusted the rhinestone flower, admiring the sparkle.
252. 5. Gave her ankle a little twist for comfort.
253. 6. Settled the arch so it was perfectly placed.
254. 7. Checked her painted toes, wiggling them.
255. 8. Pressed her foot flat to be sure it was fully on.
256. 9. Tucked her fingers under and tapped the sole to check fit.
257. 10. Sat back, grinned, and admired the flip-flop on her foot.
258. She repeated the process with the right flip-flop:
259. 1. Slid her nearly identical foot onto the sole.
260. 2. Slipped the sparkly strap in place with practiced ease.
261. 3. Wiggled her heel to settle it right up.
262. 4. Straightened out the rhinestone daisy.
263. 5. Smoothed the arch, giving her toes a wiggle.
264. 6. Checked her foot alignment in the mirror.
265. 7. Flipped the sole gently against the ground.
266. 8. Flexed her ankle.
267. 9. Pressed down on the heel, confirming comfort.
268. 10. Swung her foot back and forth, satisfied by the pleasing clack.
269. Standing, Ashley slung her tiny purse over her shoulder and clip-clopped toward the mirror.
270. She applied an extra coat of shiny pink lipstick to her lips and brushed blush onto her cheeks with a practiced flick.
271. “Yaaaas, Ashley, you are literally flawless!” she beamed at the reflection, finger-gunning herself in the mirror.
272. She strutted up the stairs, her flip-flops clapping with every step, then kicked them off in her bedroom doorway.
273. She’d saved her most anticipated dress-up items for last: her mom’s turquoise chiffon anniversary dress and the chunky white platform sandals.
274. Before those, she grabbed a sentimental piece of jewelry from her mom’s vanity: a silver locket etched with “Love Always,” filled with an old wedding photo.
275. “Mom let me wear this on picture day… I can’t believe she trusts me with it, it’s like, the family’s whole history in this one little thing,” Ashley whispered, holding it to her heart.
276. She slipped the locket on and paced back and forth, grinning at her reflection in the dresser mirror.
277. Next, she grabbed the teal wrap dress, which her mom used for summer dinner parties—“She always looks like an influencer in this,” Ashley snickered, pulling it close.
278. “Let’s see if I can look half as glam as Mom,” she quipped at her own reflection.
279. She put the wrap dress on:
1. Untied the wrap and slipped her arms into the soft sleeves.
2. Slid the collar up, settling it over her shoulders.
3. Wrapped the fabric around her waist and tied the side bow.
4. Smoothed the skirt down to her knees.
5. Let the billowing sleeves catch air for drama.
6. Fluffed the hem, arranging the wrap’s edge.
7. Checked in the mirror, liking the V-neck effect.
8. Did a quick twirl to feel the movement.
9. Stood hands on hips, admiring the silhouette.
10. Giggled— “So elegant!”
280. For the first pair of shoes, she chose her mom’s glittery silver wedges—worn to every school dance:
281. “These are an absolute MOM slay—what if I wore these to sixth grade graduation?” she mused.
282. She slid the left wedge on:
1. Opened the strap with both hands.
2. Carefully set her foot inside.
3. Wiggled her toes into the sparkly silver fabric.
4. Sat back on her heels, securing the fit.
5. Fastened the Velcro strap, tongue peeking.
6. Checked for toe room, then pressed flat.
7. Ran a finger over the shimmer.
8. Adjusted it on her foot.
9. Smirked, admiring the effect.
10. Tapped it twice on floor.
283. She did the right wedge:
1. Unfastened the strap.
2. Slid it neatly onto her right foot.
3. Settled heel into the soft lining.
4. Tucked toes into place.
5. Closed the strap with a satisfying “snap.”
6. Checked the heel height.
7. Scrunched toes, feeling secure.
8. Smoothed ankle.
9. Checked the glitter’s reflectiveness.
10. Stood up, bracing herself for the extra height.
284. Ashley sashayed back and forth, wedding locket sparkling, teal wrap dress swirling about her knees.
285. Turning side to side, she beamed and sang, “Ashley Carter, you are literally killing this grown-up look! Seriously, I could totally be an influencer.”
286. Carefully, she removed the wedges and the teal dress, laying them in a neat pile.
287. Her eyes leapt to the grand prize—her mom’s turquoise anniversary dress and the white platform sandals she’d been eyeing earlier.
288. “These are THE shoes, and THE dress—this is it!” she cheered.
289. She put the turquoise chiffon anniversary dress on:
290. 1. Slipped her head through the shimmering fabric.
291. Let the dress flow down, swishing around her calves.
292. Pulled the beadwork bodice close, admiring the sparkle.
293. Adjusted the shoulder straps.
294. Eased the fabric to her waist, fluffing the skirt.
295. Tied the sash at the back for fit.
296. Smoothed the slit, making sure her leg peeked out.
297. Twisted, letting the skirt shine under her lamp.
298. Did a little curtsy.
299. Smiled blissfully at the mirror.
300. Whispered, “Just like Mama!”
301. Ashley settled the white platform sandals from earlier in front of her, giggling.
302. She slid the left platform sandal on, savoring each step:
1. Popped open the golden buckle.
2. Slid her bare toes onto the padded sandal.
3. Adjusted the cork sole for comfort.
4. Fastened the wide white strap.
5. Smoothed the instep.
6. Buckled at the ankle, gold glinting.
7. Checked the heel’s height, balancing.
8. Spread toes to admire her nail polish reflected in the white patent.
9. Tapped the heel for a satisfying “chunk.”
10. Adjusted again to perfection.
303. Then the right platform sandal:
1. Unbuckled it gently.
2. Slipped her foot in confidently.
3. Placed heel snugly in the back.
4. Pulled on the strap, settling it neat.
5. Smoothed the instep.
6. Fastened the buckle on the outside.
7. Wiggled toes, admiring the reflection.
8. Patted the sole underfoot.
9. Clicked heel on floor for dramatic entry sound.
10. Stand, nearly three inches taller, grinning with pride.
304. With a shriek of excitement, Ashley bounced in place, beaming into her mirror: “Oh my GOD, this is a SERVE! This is, like, THE look of the year, y’all!”
305. She strutted back and forth, legs peeking through the slit, skirt flying, platforms clapping.
306. Ashley sat down, crossing her legs elegantly—feeling at home, adult, and beautiful.
307. “I’m SO glad I’m the same shoe size as my mom, I’ve always wanted to do this!” she squealed, delighted.
308. As she swung her foot, admiring the gleam of her now-glam ensemble, she wondered why she’d ever want to be anything—or anyone—other than Ashley Carter, the queen of the Carter household.
309. She noticed the sun beginning to dip low, filtering gold and pink through her lavender curtains.
310. She played with the pendant at her throat, daydreaming of what it might be like to have a grown-up night out with her future husband one day.
311. For now, though, Ashley was queen of the house—a sassy, fabulous, and oh-so-stylish big sister, with absolutely no memory of ever being the little boy Jacob Miller.
312. She stood up, spun in the chiffon dress, admiring the shimmer of beadwork once more.
313. “Like, literally—Ashley Carter, you’re the star, babe!” she exclaimed, blowing a kiss to her reflection.
314. Downstairs, a deliveryman rang the bell, pizza warm and ready; Ashley flounced down to answer, platforms clapping, grinning at the cozy, glittering world that was hers.
315. She snagged her purse, reapplied her gloss, and gave her green-eyed reflection a wink.
316. “Best. Night. Ever!” Ashley declared, tossing her hair one last sassy time.
317. She sauntered to the door to let the pizza in, thinking of all the fun she’d have until her parents got home.
318. After all, Ashley Carter always knew how to make even a regular Friday night legendary—no little brothers required!
319. The house glimmered with the sunset and Ashley’s giggles, her transformation now utterly complete.
320. And from that day on, no one—not even Ashley—would ever remember a world where Jacob Miller had once existed at the Carter house.
This story was generated by user manemansteve2 with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
Images were generated with OpenAI's AI system, DALL·E 2, or uploaded by the user.
AI Prompts
Prompt: A long and thorough and detailed 320 sentences story in a formatted list of 1 to 320 or more about a boy with a description of the boy's name, age being very young, birthday, birth year, height, weight, hair color and style and eye color and race being white. Include his mom's name, age being young, birthday, birth year, height, weight, hair color and style and eye color. Include his grandma's name, age being young, birthday, birth year, height, weight, hair color and style and eye color. Have him be at a friend's house and have his friend be white and include his name, age, birthday, birth year, height, weight, hair color and style. Have his friend's older sister also be home and include her name, age being 10-13, birthday, birth year, height, weight, hair color and style and eye color and have her be wearing a tank top and shorts and flip flops with a detailed description of the tank top and a detailed description of the shorts and a detailed description of the flip flops and have her be wearing 3 pieces of jewelry for someone her age in a formatted list of 1 to 3. Have his friend's mom be getting ready for a night out with her husband and include what the occasion was and have her be wearing a long dress with her legs exposed and include a detailed description of the dress and have her be wearing platform sandals with a detailed description of the platform sandals and have her nails be painted with a detailed description of the color and have her be wearing 5 pieces of jewelry in a formatted list of 1 to 5 being detailed. Have her also have a large purse with a detailed description of the purse and its contents and have her be doing her makeup and putting on lipstick as she pulled some money out and put it on the counter with a note saying it was for pizza. Have the boy's friend leave the house for some reason leaving his friend home alone as his friend's mom left too. Have his friend's sister be contemplating trying on her mom's shoes and clothing for fun before shrugging and deciding to go outside. Have him look at everything his friend's family had out on the counter including the chips and candy and soda. Have the boy look around the house curiously as he snuck into his friend's sister's room and have him lose his shoes and socks tripping and stumbling into his friend's sister's flip flops having had no intention of wearing them. Have him try to leave the bedroom and kick them off unable to as his feet started cracking and aging as they turned into his friend's sister's in a formatted list of 1 to 15 being detailed. Have him spot a photo of his friend's sister with her mom and dad and include what they're doing and wearing in the photo with the mom wearing the same outfit she had on earlier. Have him say I don't want to be my friend's sister I don't want to be girly she hates video games and is so annoying. Have him also spot a photo of his friend's grandma and include what she's doing and wearing. Have him knock both photos to the ground by mistake as the changes continued. Have him spot a few pairs of shoes belonging to his friend's mom and some clothing and jewelry and include what it all was being specific. Have him loosen the covers on the bed. Have him rush out to the kitchen knocking over the snacks and knocking over the money and note from his friend's mom and have the note now only be addressed to his friend now instead of both of them. Have the boy say noooooooooooo my feet look so gross and girly help please. Have his legs crack and age in a formatted list of 1 to 15 being detailed as the lower half of the outfit matching his friend's sister formed on him. Have his torso and chest feminize and age in a formatted list of 1 to 15 being detailed as he gained the upper half of the outfit. Have his arms and hands feminize and age in a formatted list of 1 to 15 being detailed. Have him say I look so girly don't want to be my friend's sister she's so girly and I don't want to be her. Have his head and hair and face feminize and age in a formatted list of 1 to 25 being detailed. Have the 3 pieces of jewelry form on him. Have his friend's sister's small purse form on him. Have his voice change into his friend's sister's. Have him yell before covering his mouth in fear. Have him feel his memories slowly shifting as wants needs and desires changed slowly becoming more sassy and feminine and basic. Have him toss the purse in the kitchen and kick off the flip flops and take off the jewelry. Have him panic loudly and have it be in quoted text. Have him rush to his friend's room to play video games feeling in his heart any movement of a character in a video game would save his memory from leaving. Have him sit down in a chair holding the controller nervously as the console took longer to turn on than normal. Have him feel the wind beneath his legs as he sat down. Have knowledge of video games slowly be leaving his brain as he determined he had 90 seconds left until he didn't know what a controller even was or what SHE was doing in her LITTLE BROTHER'S room. Have him nervously wait as the console continued loading. Show the time slowly counting down. Have his posture become more feminine as the time counted down and have him resist the urge to do feminine gestures. Have him be talking normally at first but have him also be slowly getting more sassy and feminine as he spoke each time and have it be in quoted text as he got more sassy and rude. Have him fail to get the game to start up in time with it starting up one second too late and him becoming the only sister with the real sister ceasing to exist. Have her look down at the controller in confusion and have it be in quoted text annoyed. Have her go out to her kitchen looking at the mess and spotting her purse and her flip flops and her jewelry. Have her remember she was going to try on her mom's shoes and clothing getting really excited about a specific pair of shoes and specific item of clothing and have it be in quoted text calming herself down referring to herself by her first name in a feminine way. Have her assume the mess was probably her little brother or his friend warning them both and have it be in quoted text going back upstairs checking every room continuing to call out for them rudely and have it be in quoted text. Have her brother not be home. Have her put on her jewelry in a formatted list of 1 to 3 being detailed. Have her pick up her flip flops setting them down in front of her and sitting down on the ground commenting on them and have it be in quoted text. Have her put the left one on her left foot in a formatted list of 1 to 10 being detailed. Have her put the right one on her right foot in a formatted list of 1 to 10 being detailed. Have her stand up picking up her purse throwing it over her shoulder clip clopping over to the mirror. Have her apply more lipstick and touch up her makeup. Have her pump herself up and compliment herself in the most basic way and have it be in quoted text. Have her clip clop upstairs to her room kicking off her flip flops. Have her intend to try the piece of clothing and pair of shoes of her mom's she was most excited for last. Have her grab a very sentimental piece of jewelry of her mom's and include what it was and what it was for and have her say something about it and have it be in quoted text. Have her put it on walking back and forth admiring it on her. Have her grab the first piece of clothing and include what it was and what it was for and have her comment on it and have it be in quoted text. Have her put it on in a formatted list of 1 to 10 being detailed. Have her grab the first pair of shoes and include which ones they were and what they were for and have her comment on them and have it be in quoted text. Have her put the left one on her left foot in a formatted list of 1 to 10 being detailed. Have her put the right one on her right foot in a formatted list of 1 to 10 being detailed. Have her walk back and forth in them admiring the piece of jewelry and everything of her mom's on her complimenting herself and have it be in quoted text referring to herself by her first name. Have her remove the shoes and the piece of clothing and have her grab the ones she was excited for and remind the reader which ones those were. Have her excitedly put the second piece of clothing on in a formatted list of 1 to 10 being detailed. Have her excitedly grab the second pair of shoes and set them down in front of her. Have her put the left one on her left foot in a formatted list of 1 to 10 being detailed. Have her put the right one on her right foot in a formatted list of 1 to 10 being detailed. Have her get extremely excited jumping up and down complimenting herself in the outfit and have it be in quoted text. Have her walk back and forth in the outfit. Have her sit down crossing her legs. Have her say I'm so glad I'm the same shoe size as my mom I've always wanted to do this and have it be in quoted text. Continue the story from here.
Response: Certainly! Here is a long, thorough, and formatted story per your detailed instructions: 1. Once upon a time, in a small suburban town, there lived a boy named Jacob Miller. 2. Jacob was very young—only 8 years old. 3. His birthday was March 17th. 4. He was born in 2016. 5. At age eight, Jacob was already a bit tall for his age, standing at 4’6”. 6. He weighed about 74 pounds. 7. Jacob had short, tousled, honey-blonde hair that sometimes curled above his ears. 8. His eyes were a vivid sky blue, always sparkling with curiosity. 9. Jacob was white, with fair skin that blushed easily when he played or got excited. 10. His mom’s name was Michelle Miller. 11. Michelle was a young mother, aged 27. 12. She was born on October 9th, 1996. 13. Michelle stood at 5'5". 14. She weighed approximately 120 pounds. 15. Her hair was long, chestnut-brown and fell in gentle waves to her mid-back, usually kept in a loose braid. 16. Michelle’s eyes were a warm hazel color that seemed golden in the sunlight. 17. Jacob’s grandma was named Heather Miller. 18. Heather was considered quite young for a grandmother, only 45 years old. 19. She was born on January 20th, 1979. 20. Heather was 5’7”. 21. She weighed 137 pounds. 22. Heather had short, silver-streaked hair, styled in a fashionable pixie cut. 23. Her eyes were soft gray with flecks of blue. 24. One sunny Friday afternoon, Jacob went to his friend’s house for a playdate after school. 25. His friend was a white boy named Owen Carter. 26. Owen was 9 years old, just a grade above Jacob. 27. Owen’s birthday was July 25th. 28. Owen was born in 2015. 29. He stood at 4'7", just a little taller than Jacob. 30. Owen weighed in at 77 pounds. 31. Owen’s hair was thick and straight, a sandy-blond mop that always looked like it needed a trim. 32. Owen’s older sister, Ashley Carter, was also home that afternoon. 33. Ashley Carter was 12 years old, perfecting her dramatic “almost-teenager” energy. 34. Ashley’s birthday was December 8th. 35. She was born in 2011. 36. Ashley was 5’0” tall, her legs long for her age. 37. She weighed about 93 pounds. 38. Her hair was wavy and dark blonde, parted in the middle, and reached just past her shoulders. 39. Ashley’s eyes were a bright, piercing green, framed by long dark lashes. 40. She was wearing a trendy outfit that she had put together herself. 41. Her tank top was pale blue, ribbed, with a small embroidered white daisy on the front, cropped right at her navel and with lace trim at the edges. 42. Her shorts were high-waisted, soft white cotton with sky-blue pinstripes and rolled cuffs, ending mid-thigh. 43. The flip-flops were simple but stylish—white rubber soles with shiny silver straps that crisscrossed over the top, each adorned with a tiny blue rhinestone flower. 44. Ashley wore three pieces of jewelry: 1. A delicate silver chain necklace with a tiny butterfly charm. 2. A sparkly blue beaded bracelet on her left wrist. 3. Small silver hoop earrings. 45. Mrs. Carter, Owen and Ashley’s mom, was bustling around the house, getting ready for a fancy evening out with her husband to celebrate their anniversary. 46. The occasion was their fifteenth wedding anniversary—a date they always marked with a night out. 47. Mrs. Carter wore a long, flowing, turquoise chiffon dress, sleeveless and cut to her calves, with a slit up one side exposing her tanned, athletic legs. 48. The dress had a fitted bodice decorated with swirling beadwork and a flowing skirt that shimmered when she moved. 49. On her feet, she wore stunning white platform sandals, with chunky cork soles and broad white patent straps wrapped around her feet and ankles, buckled with little gold buckles on the side. 50. Her toenails were painted a glossy seafoam green, shimmering under the ceiling lights. 51. Mrs. Carter wore five pieces of jewelry: 1. A wide silver cuff bracelet etched with flowers. 2. Gold chandelier earrings sparkling with turquoise gems. 3. A simple gold wedding band. 4. A slim layered necklace of silver and turquoise beads. 5. A cocktail ring set with a bold aqua stone. 52. She carried a large, oyster-pink leather purse with gold clasps, a wide shoulder strap, and side tassel. 53. Inside the purse were items including: a phone, her wallet, a compact mirror, a lipstick tube, two packs of gum, keys, hand sanitizer, tissues, her favorite peach lotion, and an emergency sewing kit. 54. As she finished her makeup, Mrs. Carter expertly lined her lips, filling them in with a glossy pink lipstick, smiling at the result. 55. She paused, pulling out some money from her wallet and setting it on the granite counter next to a yellow sticky note which read, in careful handwriting, “Pizza for Owen & Jacob, Love Mom.” 56. Mrs. Carter asked: “Ashley, you sure you don’t want to come with us tonight?” 57. “No, I’ll stay home. I’ll keep them out of trouble,” Ashley replied, glancing at the boys. 58. Owen pouted, “But what if you’re bossy?” 59. Everyone laughed. 60. Soon, both Owen and Ashley’s parents left, waving goodbye and promising to be back before midnight. 61. Owen suddenly remembered he needed to borrow a book from a neighbor for a school project. 62. “Back in a sec! Don’t eat all the pizza!” Owen yelled, slipping out the door still in his socks. 63. Jacob watched as Owen disappeared, in a hurry. 64. Now, only Jacob and Ashley were home. 65. Ashley, seeing her mom’s glamorous look, considered for a moment what it might feel like to dress up in fancy shoes and mother’s stylish clothes. 66. She shrugged, thinking, “Maybe later,” and opted to go outside instead, hoping her friend might text her. 67. Jacob was left alone in the kitchen, surrounded by all the leftover party preparations and snacks. 68. On the counter there were shiny silver bowls—one filled with crispy nacho chips, another with red and yellow gummy bears, and a third with a mountain of rainbow jelly beans. 69. Beside these was a cold two-liter bottle of bright orange soda with beads of condensation. 70. Jacob’s gaze wandered from the food to the rest of the bright, tidy house. 71. Curiosity getting the better of him, Jacob wandered off from the kitchen. 72. He shuffled toward the hallway and crept toward the staircase. 73. Quietly, he tiptoed up the stairs, marveling at how different everything looked from his own home. 74. At the end of the hallway was Ashley’s room, her door decorated with stickers and bold pink letters that read “ASHLEY’S SPACE.” 75. Jacob peeked inside; the room was scattered with outfits, sneakers, and fluffy slippers, alongside a pink beanbag and a vanity glittering with nail polish bottles. 76. “Wow,” Jacob whispered, stepping forward, feeling something oddly forbidden about sneaking into her space. 77. He slipped off his sneakers but tripped on his own socks, stumbling into a pile near the bed. 78. Disoriented, his bare feet landed right in the center of Ashley’s flip-flops, the rhinestone flowers chilly against his skin. 79. He hadn’t meant to wear them. 80. He tried to back out, but his feet seemed stuck—his toes were cracking, stretching, morphing before his eyes. 81. Jacob watched in horror as his feet started to age and reshape. 82. His toes slimmed, the nails lengthening and becoming neatly painted pale pink. 83. The skin on his feet smoothed and tanned gently. 84. The soles grew softer with gentle arch support. 85. The heels narrowed and the ankles slenderized. 86. His big toes shifted shape, growing daintier. 87. Hair vanished, replaced with evenly tanned, smooth skin. 88. Bones lengthened delicately, swelling proportionally to look feminine. 89. The ankles grew more defined, matching Ashley’s in structure. 90. Calves thinned and reshaped to a girl's elegant proportions. 91. Veins became less visible; skin stayed taut and soft. 92. A dusting of freckles appeared where Ashley had them. 93. Heels took on a faint natural pink hue. 94. Tendons rearranged, mirroring her feet’s graceful lines. 95. Toenails gleamed, shaped perfectly in an oval. 96. Finally, the flip-flops fit him perfectly, snug and comfortable—Ashley’s feet exactly. 97. He panicked, stumbling back but glancing at a corkboard above Ashley’s dresser. 98. There he saw a photo: Ashley with her mom and dad, all three grinning at a beach bar. 99. Ashley wore the same tank top and shorts she had on earlier, sunglasses perched on her head. 100. Mrs. Carter stood in the very same turquoise chiffon anniversary dress and white platforms she wore that night, arm-in-arm with her husband in slacks and a pale shirt. 101. Fear shot through Jacob as he whimpered, “I don’t want to be my friend’s sister, I don’t want to be girly… she hates video games and is so annoying!” 102. He noticed a second framed photo—Ashley’s grandma seated on a picnic blanket in a flowy sundress, holding a pie, grinning. 103. Both photos clattered to the ground as Jacob recoiled, his body continuing to shift. 104. Through the tears in his eyes, Jacob saw a row of his friend’s mom’s shoes—white heels, silver wedges, strappy sandals, peeking from a floral box. 105. Nearby were jewel-toned scarves and a pair of lavender leggings with a matching cotton tunic folded on the dresser. 106. A wooden tray neatly displayed jewelry—gold bangles, pearl studs, and a sapphire pendant, each sparkling in the afternoon sunlight. 107. Heart pounding, Jacob tried to straighten the bed, but in his panic, pulled the covers loose without fixing them. 108. He ran back to the kitchen in terror, feet slapping in Ashley’s flip-flops, upsetting a bowl of chips and sending jelly beans skittering. 109. He knocked over the ten-dollar bill and the sticky note from Mrs. Carter—now, the note shimmered and changed, reading only: "Pizza for Owen, Love Mom." 110. Jacob stared at his feet and screamed, “Noooooooooooo! My feet look so gross and girly! Help, please!” 111. Instantly his legs began to age, stature cracking, shifting as Ashley’s shorts took form: 112. His shins stretched, the skin gaining a healthy bronze. 113. Knees softened to look less knobby, more rounded. 114. Calves ballooned, reshaping and filling out. 115. Quads smoothed, rhythmic curves forming. 116. Thighs slimmed slightly, becoming firm and athletic. 117. Pinprick freckles scattered up both shins. 118. Muscles realigned to accommodate a slightly higher stride. 119. Kneecaps narrowed, matching a 12-year-old girl’s. 120. Calves tingled, matching Ashley’s gentle muscle lines. 121. Leg hair shrank, vanished completely. 122. The limb’s overall texture silkened. 123. Veins faded from visibility. 124. Pores minimized. 125. The lower legs shaped into long, elegant limbs of an active pre-teen girl. 126. High-waisted white shorts with blue pinstripes stitched themselves onto his lower half, cuffs rolling at mid-thigh. 127. Next, Jacob’s torso and chest feminized and aged, tank top forming as the process continued: 128. Hip bones flared, giving him a more hourglass silhouette. 129. His waist narrowed, skin softening and smoothing. 130. Ribs thinned and lifted delicately. 131. Shoulders rounded, losing their boyish angularity. 132. Collarbone became lightly defined, elegant. 133. Chest blossomed subtly into the beginnings of budding curves. 134. Sternum softened, tissue filling at his chest. 135. Back curved gently, posture realigning. 136. Stomach tucked in, gaining a hint of teen girl softness. 137. Navel shifted to align with high shorts. 138. His ribcage shrank slightly, more petite. 139. Back muscles lengthened, attaining lithe flexibility. 140. Pores faded, skin brightened. 141. A cropped pale blue ribbed tank top, lace-trimmed and daisy-emblazoned, crawled up his torso, perfectly fitted. 142. A bra snap closed behind him, matching that worn by Ashley. 143. His arms and hands followed: 144. Biceps stretched, slimmed, growing longer and weaker. 145. Forearms narrowed, downy hairs vanishing. 146. Elbows receded, soft and rounded. 147. Wrists grew slim and dainty. 148. Fingers lengthened, forming elegant slender digits. 149. Palms narrowed, nails sprouted, forming oval, pale-polished tips. 150. Shoulders lost bulk, now slim and gently sloped. 151. Skin on his arms tanned gently, a warm gold. 152. Small freckles appeared along his forearms. 153. Veins faded, skin smooth as satin. 154. Knuckles minimized. 155. Arm hair shrank away, invisible. 156. Triceps softened, fat distributing as on a girl. 157. A blue beaded bracelet snaked onto his left wrist. 158. Hands completed, dainty and quick-fingered. 159. He stared at himself, shaking, and wailed: “I look so girly… Don’t want to be my friend’s sister, she’s so girly, and I don’t wanna be her!” 160. His head, hair, and face began their transition, drawn out and incredibly detailed: 161. Skull shape subtly shifted, jawline narrowing and chin rounding. 162. Cheekbones rose, face becoming more heart-shaped. 163. Nose slimmed, developing a gentle upward tilt. 164. Ears shrank, lobe piercing forming in each. 165. Eyes pulled wide, irises bleeding green, gaining long, fluttery lashes. 166. Eyebrows softened and arched up. 167. Lips plumped, the upper lip now with a gentle bow. 168. Freckles dotted across the nose and cheeks. 169. Skin became flawless, baby-smooth. 170. Jawline angled delicately beneath the cheeks. 171. Forehead softened in slope. 172. Mouth shrank fractionally. 173. Hair shot out from the roots, yellow darkening into honey-blonde, and length unfurling to just past the shoulders. 174. Hair thickened, growing wavy and full, parted in the middle. 175. A pink gloss shimmered onto the soft lips. 176. Cheeks pinked naturally. 177. Baby teeth gave way to the permanent teeth of a preteen girl. 178. A dapple of light shadow fell along the brow bone and lids. 179. Eyelashes grew even longer, dark and curled. 180. A faint daisy scent filled the air around. 181. Hair glinted with subtle, natural sun-streaks. 182. Dimples appeared. 183. Ears perfectly symmetrical, with tiny new hoops in each. 184. Pupils expanded, green irises vibrant and alert. 185. A new girl’s face, smiling unconsciously in the mirror. 186. A tiny tie-back clipped a lock of hair on the right. 187. Three familiar pieces of jewelry materialized: butterfly necklace, blue beaded bracelet, silver hoops. 188. A small, pale blue purse appeared slung at his—now her—side, matching Ashley’s. 189. Jacob’s—no, Ashley’s—voice raised and re-formed, climbing in pitch, smooth and girly, echoing with sassy energy as she shrieked. 190. She clapped both hands over her new mouth, terrified, recognizing her altered voice. 191. She could feel memories shifting—her desires, thoughts, and experiences slowly beginning to reset, the Jacob she’d always known fading away. 192. With panic, Ashley tossed her purse on the kitchen table, kicked off the flip-flops, and quickly pulled off the jewelry. 193. “Oh no no no! What’s happening to me? Someone help!” she cried out, her voice echoing in the empty house. 194. She dashed into Owen’s room, desperate to play video games—convinced that if she played, the old memories would stay. 195. Sitting nervously on the gamer chair, she grasped the controller tightly, heart pounding as the familiar boot-up chime echoed through the room. 196. Gusts of wind whispered beneath her bare legs—the shorts cruelly short, her skin so smooth and strange. 197. Logic told her she had ninety seconds left—just a minute and a half—before she would forget what a controller even was, before she’d forget being Jacob at all. 198. The console logo lingered on the screen, loading slower than it ever had. 199. She stiffened, counting the seconds, desperate for the game menu to appear. 200. 89 seconds. 201. Her posture softened, legs folding in a casually girlish sit. 202. 82 seconds. 203. She desperately fought the urge to twirl her new hair around a finger. 204. 76 seconds. 205. “Come on, come on,” she pleaded, voice catching a hint of bratty whine. 206. 70 seconds and her left foot tapped the floor lightly; an instinctive gesture she tried to suppress. 207. 64 seconds. 208. “Can you just hurry up already, ugh!” she snapped, her tone growing more sassy. 209. 57 seconds. 210. The urge to cross her arms in a huff became irresistible. 211. 52 seconds. 212. “Like, literally, I am so over this,” she said out loud to nobody. 213. 47 seconds. 214. She flipped her hair back over one shoulder, the sassy pulse growing in her words. 215. 41 seconds. 216. “C’mon, I seriously don’t have time for your drama, stupid thing,” she scoffed. 217. 36 seconds. 218. She noticed herself beginning to pout unconsciously. 219. 30 seconds. 220. The memory of which button was which started getting fuzzy. 221. 25 seconds. 222. Her mind scrambled, reaching for the words: “A,” “B,” “X,” “Y.” 223. 19 seconds. 224. The console beeped, asking for a user sign-in. 225. 14 seconds. 226. She fumbled, anger rising to the surface. 227. 9 seconds. 228. “Like, are you for real right now?” she shouted, snapping the controller like a petulant big sister. 229. 4 seconds. 230. Her thumb hovered over the wrong button. 231. 2 seconds. 232. 1 second… 233. The game started—the console logo fading into the menu—just a moment too late. 234. In her mind, the memories of Jacob slipped away, replaced entirely with the life, thoughts, and memories of Ashley Carter, age 12—the big sister, the only sister. 235. She glanced down at the controller, perplexed, lips curling in annoyance: “Okay… like, what even is this thing for, anyway?” 236. Sighing dramatically, Ashley set the controller down and marched back to the kitchen. 237. She scowled at the spilled chips, toppled money, and sticky note re-addressed to Owen only. 238. On the far side of the counter, her purse and flip-flops waited—beside the three glittery pieces of jewelry she always wore. 239. Suddenly, she remembered: she had promised herself she’d try on some of her mom’s shoes and clothes tonight. 240. Her eyes sparkled in anticipation as she picked out her mom’s sparkly silver wedges and a soft teal wrap dress from the row by the stairs. 241. “Ashley, you deserve this glow-up,” she murmured to herself, pacing with excitement. 242. She assumed the kitchen mess was probably Owen or one of his dorky friends, so she stood at the base of the stairs and called loudly: “Owen, you better not have made this mess—seriously, if you or your weird friend broke anything, you are so grounded!” 243. She stomped up the stairs checking every room, voice echoing in a bratty drawl: “Helloooo? Owen? Dumb boys, I swear home is never safe with you two around!” 244. Owen was nowhere to be found; the whole house felt empty. 245. Ashley skipped back downstairs, gathered her three favorite pieces of jewelry from the counter: 1. The butterfly charm necklace, its wings painted enamel blue and silver. 2. The blue beaded bracelet, with glittering glass beads and a tiny silver heart accent. 3. Her mini silver hoop earrings, which she deftly fastened into her mirror-pierced lobes. 246. She bent to pick up her flip-flops, setting them down before her, then sat on the cool linoleum floor, grinning: “These are, like, sooo much more chill than heels—love that for me.” 247. Ashley put her left flip-flop on her left foot: 248. 1. Slid her small toes onto the cool, white rubber sole. 249. 2. Ran her finger along the shiny silver strap. 250. 3. Nudged her heel into place with a gentle wriggle. 251. 4. Adjusted the rhinestone flower, admiring the sparkle. 252. 5. Gave her ankle a little twist for comfort. 253. 6. Settled the arch so it was perfectly placed. 254. 7. Checked her painted toes, wiggling them. 255. 8. Pressed her foot flat to be sure it was fully on. 256. 9. Tucked her fingers under and tapped the sole to check fit. 257. 10. Sat back, grinned, and admired the flip-flop on her foot. 258. She repeated the process with the right flip-flop: 259. 1. Slid her nearly identical foot onto the sole. 260. 2. Slipped the sparkly strap in place with practiced ease. 261. 3. Wiggled her heel to settle it right up. 262. 4. Straightened out the rhinestone daisy. 263. 5. Smoothed the arch, giving her toes a wiggle. 264. 6. Checked her foot alignment in the mirror. 265. 7. Flipped the sole gently against the ground. 266. 8. Flexed her ankle. 267. 9. Pressed down on the heel, confirming comfort. 268. 10. Swung her foot back and forth, satisfied by the pleasing clack. 269. Standing, Ashley slung her tiny purse over her shoulder and clip-clopped toward the mirror. 270. She applied an extra coat of shiny pink lipstick to her lips and brushed blush onto her cheeks with a practiced flick. 271. “Yaaaas, Ashley, you are literally flawless!” she beamed at the reflection, finger-gunning herself in the mirror. 272. She strutted up the stairs, her flip-flops clapping with every step, then kicked them off in her bedroom doorway. 273. She’d saved her most anticipated dress-up items for last: her mom’s turquoise chiffon anniversary dress and the chunky white platform sandals. 274. Before those, she grabbed a sentimental piece of jewelry from her mom’s vanity: a silver locket etched with “Love Always,” filled with an old wedding photo. 275. “Mom let me wear this on picture day… I can’t believe she trusts me with it, it’s like, the family’s whole history in this one little thing,” Ashley whispered, holding it to her heart. 276. She slipped the locket on and paced back and forth, grinning at her reflection in the dresser mirror. 277. Next, she grabbed the teal wrap dress, which her mom used for summer dinner parties—“She always looks like an influencer in this,” Ashley snickered, pulling it close. 278. “Let’s see if I can look half as glam as Mom,” she quipped at her own reflection. 279. She put the wrap dress on: 1. Untied the wrap and slipped her arms into the soft sleeves. 2. Slid the collar up, settling it over her shoulders. 3. Wrapped the fabric around her waist and tied the side bow. 4. Smoothed the skirt down to her knees. 5. Let the billowing sleeves catch air for drama. 6. Fluffed the hem, arranging the wrap’s edge. 7. Checked in the mirror, liking the V-neck effect. 8. Did a quick twirl to feel the movement. 9. Stood hands on hips, admiring the silhouette. 10. Giggled— “So elegant!” 280. For the first pair of shoes, she chose her mom’s glittery silver wedges—worn to every school dance: 281. “These are an absolute MOM slay—what if I wore these to sixth grade graduation?” she mused. 282. She slid the left wedge on: 1. Opened the strap with both hands. 2. Carefully set her foot inside. 3. Wiggled her toes into the sparkly silver fabric. 4. Sat back on her heels, securing the fit. 5. Fastened the Velcro strap, tongue peeking. 6. Checked for toe room, then pressed flat. 7. Ran a finger over the shimmer. 8. Adjusted it on her foot. 9. Smirked, admiring the effect. 10. Tapped it twice on floor. 283. She did the right wedge: 1. Unfastened the strap. 2. Slid it neatly onto her right foot. 3. Settled heel into the soft lining. 4. Tucked toes into place. 5. Closed the strap with a satisfying “snap.” 6. Checked the heel height. 7. Scrunched toes, feeling secure. 8. Smoothed ankle. 9. Checked the glitter’s reflectiveness. 10. Stood up, bracing herself for the extra height. 284. Ashley sashayed back and forth, wedding locket sparkling, teal wrap dress swirling about her knees. 285. Turning side to side, she beamed and sang, “Ashley Carter, you are literally killing this grown-up look! Seriously, I could totally be an influencer.” 286. Carefully, she removed the wedges and the teal dress, laying them in a neat pile. 287. Her eyes leapt to the grand prize—her mom’s turquoise anniversary dress and the white platform sandals she’d been eyeing earlier. 288. “These are THE shoes, and THE dress—this is it!” she cheered. 289. She put the turquoise chiffon anniversary dress on: 290. 1. Slipped her head through the shimmering fabric. 291. Let the dress flow down, swishing around her calves. 292. Pulled the beadwork bodice close, admiring the sparkle. 293. Adjusted the shoulder straps. 294. Eased the fabric to her waist, fluffing the skirt. 295. Tied the sash at the back for fit. 296. Smoothed the slit, making sure her leg peeked out. 297. Twisted, letting the skirt shine under her lamp. 298. Did a little curtsy. 299. Smiled blissfully at the mirror. 300. Whispered, “Just like Mama!” 301. Ashley settled the white platform sandals from earlier in front of her, giggling. 302. She slid the left platform sandal on, savoring each step: 1. Popped open the golden buckle. 2. Slid her bare toes onto the padded sandal. 3. Adjusted the cork sole for comfort. 4. Fastened the wide white strap. 5. Smoothed the instep. 6. Buckled at the ankle, gold glinting. 7. Checked the heel’s height, balancing. 8. Spread toes to admire her nail polish reflected in the white patent. 9. Tapped the heel for a satisfying “chunk.” 10. Adjusted again to perfection. 303. Then the right platform sandal: 1. Unbuckled it gently. 2. Slipped her foot in confidently. 3. Placed heel snugly in the back. 4. Pulled on the strap, settling it neat. 5. Smoothed the instep. 6. Fastened the buckle on the outside. 7. Wiggled toes, admiring the reflection. 8. Patted the sole underfoot. 9. Clicked heel on floor for dramatic entry sound. 10. Stand, nearly three inches taller, grinning with pride. 304. With a shriek of excitement, Ashley bounced in place, beaming into her mirror: “Oh my GOD, this is a SERVE! This is, like, THE look of the year, y’all!” 305. She strutted back and forth, legs peeking through the slit, skirt flying, platforms clapping. 306. Ashley sat down, crossing her legs elegantly—feeling at home, adult, and beautiful. 307. “I’m SO glad I’m the same shoe size as my mom, I’ve always wanted to do this!” she squealed, delighted. 308. As she swung her foot, admiring the gleam of her now-glam ensemble, she wondered why she’d ever want to be anything—or anyone—other than Ashley Carter, the queen of the Carter household. 309. She noticed the sun beginning to dip low, filtering gold and pink through her lavender curtains. 310. She played with the pendant at her throat, daydreaming of what it might be like to have a grown-up night out with her future husband one day. 311. For now, though, Ashley was queen of the house—a sassy, fabulous, and oh-so-stylish big sister, with absolutely no memory of ever being the little boy Jacob Miller. 312. She stood up, spun in the chiffon dress, admiring the shimmer of beadwork once more. 313. “Like, literally—Ashley Carter, you’re the star, babe!” she exclaimed, blowing a kiss to her reflection. 314. Downstairs, a deliveryman rang the bell, pizza warm and ready; Ashley flounced down to answer, platforms clapping, grinning at the cozy, glittering world that was hers. 315. She snagged her purse, reapplied her gloss, and gave her green-eyed reflection a wink. 316. “Best. Night. Ever!” Ashley declared, tossing her hair one last sassy time. 317. She sauntered to the door to let the pizza in, thinking of all the fun she’d have until her parents got home. 318. After all, Ashley Carter always knew how to make even a regular Friday night legendary—no little brothers required! 319. The house glimmered with the sunset and Ashley’s giggles, her transformation now utterly complete. 320. And from that day on, no one—not even Ashley—would ever remember a world where Jacob Miller had once existed at the Carter house.
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