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Title: "Innocence Lost: The Unforeseen Transformation of Eliot Braddock"

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Illustration of a boy named Eliot Braddock in Spokane, WA, transforming into a woman named Bianca Romanov in New York City. Eliot's innocent attire contrasts starkly with Bianca's glamorous yet troubled appearance, highlighting the sudden and irreversible change in identity and circumstance.
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Story: The year was 2024. Young Eliot Braddock of Spokane, Washington was just six years old. Born on August 12th, 2018, he weighed a light 42 pounds, measured at 3 feet and 7 inches tall, had sandy, short-cropped hair and sparkling blue eyes. His attire, a star-spangled T-shirt, well-worn blue jeans and shimmery red Converse, spoke volumes of his innocence. His voice, a sweet boyish lisp, heightened his charm as he embarked on his first solo walk home - a momentous occasion sanctioned by his Mom, Lisa, then 21.

Lisa, still youthful at 5 feet 3 inches and 120 pounds, wore her 1997 birth year well. Eliot couldn't wait to reach his Grandma's place, share his thrilling experience with his beloved stuffed animal, Rufus, and Woody, his loyal Golden Retriever.

In a blink, the blue-eyed boy was taller and found himself in a very different place, the heart of New York. Eliot looked down at himself and found noticeably skimpy attire from Versace barely covering ample assets. The figure he was in was clad in a barely-there outfit consisting of a shimmering gold halter top and a black fringed mini-skirt. A Cartier diamond pendant was perched between her cleavage, a small but visible anchor tattoo on her left shoulder. This was coupled with $300 Jimmy Choo leopard-print sandals, suddenly feeling foreign yet oddly expensive.

This woman was Bianca Romanov, originally from Atlanta, Georgia. She was born in 1978, making her 46, barely younger than Eliot's Grandma, who was born in 1968 and was 56. Despite her well-kept hourglass figure at 5 feet 7 inches and 140 lbs, Bianca had tired hazel eyes and auburn hair cascading down in soft waves. A thick fur coat she was toting did nothing to offset the chill in the rainy weather.

In the expensive Burberry purse she carried lay a quick indicator of her lifestyle - a wad of cash, high-end makeup and a small hidden knife; a single platinum ring, a memento from a man she had known well and decided to leave behind. The resonating sound of her Southern accent carried through the empty streets; the click of her beloved heels echoed melancholy.

Eliot stared at his new dainty feet tucked in those Jimmy Choo detested for their ultra-femininity. As he removed the sandals, choosing to bear the grime of the New York streets rather than the leather straps, a mirror nearby threw at him the harsh reality of his new existence.

At the sound of a crash, reflexively, the young boy reached into the Burberry purse, pulled out the small knife and managed to call out in an uncharacteristically mature, feminine voice, “Don't let the outfit, sandals and nail polish fool you, I'm not just some helpless little princess. I'm one dangerous bitch and 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."

Faced with this incomprehensible situation, he sat down. "I'm gonna miss you so much, Lisa, Grandma. I don't wanna be a girl. It's scary out here in the dark," he sobbed, overlooking his new form. As he fell asleep, he would never realize that he was now permanently Bianca, and he would never be Eliot again.

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.

Images were generated with OpenAI's AI system, DALL·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 not to let the outfit and sandals and nail polish fool you that I'm not just some helpless little princess I'm one dangerous bitch and 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 and have it be in quoted text 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: Story: The year was 2024. Young Eliot Braddock of Spokane, Washington was just six years old. Born on August 12th, 2018, he weighed a light 42 pounds, measured at 3 feet and 7 inches tall, had sandy, short-cropped hair and sparkling blue eyes. His attire, a star-spangled T-shirt, well-worn blue jeans and shimmery red Converse, spoke volumes of his innocence. His voice, a sweet boyish lisp, heightened his charm as he embarked on his first solo walk home - a momentous occasion sanctioned by his Mom, Lisa, then 21. Lisa, still youthful at 5 feet 3 inches and 120 pounds, wore her 1997 birth year well. Eliot couldn't wait to reach his Grandma's place, share his thrilling experience with his beloved stuffed animal, Rufus, and Woody, his loyal Golden Retriever. In a blink, the blue-eyed boy was taller and found himself in a very different place, the heart of New York. Eliot looked down at himself and found noticeably skimpy attire from Versace barely covering ample assets. The figure he was in was clad in a barely-there outfit consisting of a shimmering gold halter top and a black fringed mini-skirt. A Cartier diamond pendant was perched between her cleavage, a small but visible anchor tattoo on her left shoulder. This was coupled with $300 Jimmy Choo leopard-print sandals, suddenly feeling foreign yet oddly expensive. This woman was Bianca Romanov, originally from Atlanta, Georgia. She was born in 1978, making her 46, barely younger than Eliot's Grandma, who was born in 1968 and was 56. Despite her well-kept hourglass figure at 5 feet 7 inches and 140 lbs, Bianca had tired hazel eyes and auburn hair cascading down in soft waves. A thick fur coat she was toting did nothing to offset the chill in the rainy weather. In the expensive Burberry purse she carried lay a quick indicator of her lifestyle - a wad of cash, high-end makeup and a small hidden knife; a single platinum ring, a memento from a man she had known well and decided to leave behind. The resonating sound of her Southern accent carried through the empty streets; the click of her beloved heels echoed melancholy. Eliot stared at his new dainty feet tucked in those Jimmy Choo detested for their ultra-femininity. As he removed the sandals, choosing to bear the grime of the New York streets rather than the leather straps, a mirror nearby threw at him the harsh reality of his new existence. At the sound of a crash, reflexively, the young boy reached into the Burberry purse, pulled out the small knife and managed to call out in an uncharacteristically mature, feminine voice, “Don't let the outfit, sandals and nail polish fool you, I'm not just some helpless little princess. I'm one dangerous bitch and 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." Faced with this incomprehensible situation, he sat down. "I'm gonna miss you so much, Lisa, Grandma. I don't wanna be a girl. It's scary out here in the dark," he sobbed, overlooking his new form. As he fell asleep, he would never realize that he was now permanently Bianca, and he would never be Eliot again.

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