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Question: The year is 2024. Write me a long and thorough and detailed story the way I type about a random 6 year old boy with a description of the boy's name, where he's from in the US, birthday, race being white, 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 dad's name, age, birthday and birth year, height and weight and have him not be in his son's life and explain why. Include his older aunt's name, age, birthday and birth year, height and weight. Include his older uncle's name, age being younger than his aunt, birthday and birth year being younger than his aunt, height and weight and have him not be present either. 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 get home and fall asleep. Have him jerk awake at some point in the night when he realizes he's not even sleeping in a bed anymore. Have him be inside or near a club or bar and look down realizing he's wearing a skimpy outfit and skimpy sandals with a description of the outfit and shoes with a purse on her shoulder and sunglasses on her face with a description of the outfit and shoes and have him doing something feminine to his appearance having long fake nails and a mature beverage in her hand. Have the boy look his body assuming he's still in his own body but just wearing girly clothes when he looks at his hands realizing his fingers are dainty and feminine and his feet seeing their dainty and feminine. Have him look down at his chest realizing he actually has boobs and have him see his feminine shoes. Include the woman's name, race not being white, what state she's from, age being older than his mom and dad in her 40s, birthday, birth year being older than his mom and dad, height, weight, eye color, hair color, hairstyle and who she is and and what she was doing before the boy possessed her body. Have a group of girls dressed just as skimpy wearing skimpy heels or wedges or sandals all around her age all being younger than the girl and one of them being related to her walk up to the boy. Have the boy freak out at his body being scared of what's going on saying something about his appearance and have it be in quoted text. Have one of the girls respond to their friend in a way that suggests they assume nothing is wrong and their friend is just drunk and also have them say hey bitch are we still on for tonight or what and are you planning on getting all the attention from the cute young men tonight like you always do and have it be in quoted text and broken English with words spelled wrong and stutters in the words spelled wrong before rubbing hands all over their friend. Have one of the other girls say how they know all the men will be so excited to get with one of them cause most guys love older women and have it be in quoted text and broken English with words spelled wrong and stutters in the words spelled wrong. Reveal the names, ages, birthdays, and birth years of all the other women the woman is hanging out with. Reveal where the girls were planning on going. Have the boy try to stand up looking at his new reflection when he stumbles in the shoes landing on the ground. Have him find out the woman's birth year somehow freaking out as he was smart for his age and knew he was born in 2018 and the birth years of all his family members. Have him see his reflection seeing his new female and mature face that was wearing tons of makeup and lipstick and earrings and other piercings. Have him freak out and say wow I'm not supposed to be older than mommy and daddy and have it be in quoted text and broken English with words spelled wrong and stutters in the words spelled wrong. Have him say how he misses his mommy and have it be in quoted text and broken English with words spelled wrong and stutters in the words spelled wrong before covering his mouth hearing his new womanly voice. Have him say how he wants to go home and he'll miss grandma and mommy so much and that he'll miss his stuffed animal so much and that he can't believe he'll never be himself again and this must be a nightmare please be a nightmare and have it be in quoted text and broken English with words spelled very wrong and stutters in the words spelled wrong unwillingly saying how he doesn't wanna be some random bitch adding stereotypical slang the race is known for saying before covering his mouth in fear. Have the other women dismiss their friend's weird behavior and have it be in quoted text. Have him squeeze his eyes shut as he realizes the swap is permanent. Have the boy try to get off the ground being unable to grip anything with his long fake nails before unwillingly pulling out a lipstick from the purse and applying it looking at his outfit and shoes and purse as he started screaming he wanted to go home and he didn't wanna be a girl and he would really miss mommy and grandma and have it be in quoted text and broken English with words spelled wrong and stutters in the words being pronounced wrong. Have him close his eyes momentarily hoping it's just a dream but open his eyes still seeing the skimpy outfit and skimpy shoes. Have the girls walk up to their friend on the floor and tell her come on pendejo get off the floor are you drunk already and have it be in quoted text. Have the girls help their friend up to her feet picking the tiara off the floor and placing it back on her head forcing the boy to stumble in his skimpy sandals. Have one of the girls look at her friend and say come on slut you haven't drank enough let's go ladies drinks are on me tonight remember what we're celebrating and have it be in quoted text with what they're celebrating a guy being in the woman's life the boy ended up in the body of and why. Have the boy unwillingly be sassy to the woman's friends calling them bitches and have it be in quoted text before unwillingly steadying himself on his feet and throwing the purse over her shoulder and strutting into the club seductively eyeing numerous men on his way in.
This [six]-year-old boy is named Evan, all made of sunshine and innocence, born on a crisp fall day - October 2, 2018. Hailing from the typically mundane suburbs of Minnesota, his race is white, and his years are few. Standing at 3-feet 7-inches tall, he is slender for his age, weighing just 44 pounds due to an unusually fast metabolism. His hair is a beautiful shade of pale blond styled in a neat haircut reminiscent of youthful joy - a mini mohawk. Behind sparkling blue eyes and often hidden under the brim of his favorite baseball cap, his tender spirit is waiting eagerly to explore the world. Today, he is dressed adorably in a tiny green parka, blue jeans and grey slip-on loafers from Stride Rite. A symphony of tiny squeaks and the rustling of leaves marks his milestone journey from school to home – the first solo trip he has ever made, with his mother's nervous permission. As he walks down the sidewalk, he imagines the stories he will tell to his mom, Giselle - a young single mother who just turned 24 last November 1st. Born on 2000, her light blonde hair, hazel eyes and a healthy 5 feet 2 inches and 120 pounds mirror Evan's own inherited features. The boy yearns to also share his adventures with his grandmother, lovingly called Nana Joy, and his favorite stuffed animal, a worn-out silly monkey. Nana Joy, born on May 15, 1960, is 64 this year. Short and round with a soul filled with so much kindness, she stands 5 feet and weighs about 160 pounds. With her husband passed and her children out of her house, she waits eagerly for these moments of pure, unfiltered innocence. Evan's father is a man of mystery and absence, a man named Robert, who is not in his life anymore due to his struggles with addiction. Born on July 12, 1998, he's now a 26-year-old who stands 5 feet 8 inches tall and weighs about 150 pounds. Life had gone awry for him, forcing him to disappear into his own oblivion, leaving Giselle to raise Evan alone. There's an uncle Evan's never met named Trevor, who's two years elder to his mother, born on August 10, 1998, and Evan's aunt is Emma - older yet youthful for her 30 years, born on April 4, 1994. Emma stands 5 feet 6 inches tall and weighs 145 pounds. She remembers Evan when he was born, but she resides out of state and usually isn't seen or heard from. The scenario takes a bizarre shift as Evan falls asleep from exhaustion, waking up dramatically in an environment as different as any he had ever known. Suddenly, he is inside a noisy club or bar, heart pounding with fear and surprise. The six-year-old boy finds himself no longer in the familiar clothing he had donned earlier. Instead, he is wearing a chic dress showing off every curve, brightly colored in hues of pink and orange. Slender white sandals grace his legs, complete with rhinestones, enhanced by a dash of sparkle from the purse that lay hanging off his shoulder. A pair of large sunglasses sits on his head, while long, bright red fake nails grace his fingers Confused, he looks at himself, finding every feature reformed into that of a feminine figure. His body, now an impeccably sculpted physique of a woman in her forties. His eyes, once blue, are now a deep brown. His hair, its pale blond, is now long luxuriant strands of black cascading down his back. His name - Maria. Born in an entirely distinct era - June 12, 1980, making her 44 years old, putting her at 5-feet 6-inches in height and weighing around 140 pounds. She's a beauty from California, her ethnicity none less than the vibrant Hispanic ethnicity. Suddenly, four beautiful women approach him, all dolled up in similar outfits. There's Alicia, the young cousin, born on August 23, 2002. She's an energetic twenty-two-year-old standing at a towering 5 feet 9 inches and weighing a lean 130 pounds. Then the friends Lourdes, 36, born December 1, 1988, a curvy 5 feet 5 inches, 160 pounds, and Sofia, 28, born on May 18, 1996, a petite 5 feet 2 inches, 120 pounds, and finally, Rosalina, at 30, born on October 25, 1994, a tall and sturdy 5 feet 7 inches, weighing 145 pounds. Suddenly he breaks into a gasp of realization and fright, and utters in a high-pitched, feminine voice, "Oh my god, what happened to me?" One of the girls burst into laughter, patting his back, and says, "Maria, quit playing. You've been acting all kind of weird... Hey bitch, we still on for tonight or what? Are you taking all the cute guys for yourself like always?" She slurs her words, giving a wrong pronunciation and misspelling in a drunken haze. Evan - now Maria - stumbles, trying to get up and regain his footing in the foreign high heels landing on the ground. As he digs in the purse for something to hold on to, he pulls out Maria's Driver's License, seeing her birth date, "June 12, 1980," and he gasps in his femininely soft voice. "I… I am not saposed be more older than mom n dad," he says, slurring some words "I... I wanna go home. I miss mommy. Is this a dream, is it a nightmare? Oh, god, mommy?" he sobs. He even curls his hands into fists and staring at the long falsies, shrieks, "NOOO! I... I don' wanna be a… girll....and I don want to be some random bitch". He stutters, imitating Maria's English mixed with Hispanic accent, before covering his mouth in realization, whispering 'I miss my stuffed animal'. He closes his eyes, hoping to wake up from this nightmare. He wished. Wished to be climbing into his comfy bed, with his monkey toy in his hand, and his dog Ralph at his feet. But the wish didn't come true, as he opened his eyes, he was still Maria. "Come on, pendejo, get off the floor! Are you drunk already?" The girls laughed, pulling him up by his arms, and back into his heels. "Remember, Maria!" cried Alicia. "We're celebrating Jorge proposing to you!" Small shudders of fear passed through Evan, now forcibly Maria. She revisited her pleasurable memory of the previous day. She sighed, closing his eyes, and for a moment, he could feel the warm sunlight on his face. Slowly, the stern eyes of motherhood gave way to carefree feminine maturity. Her boyish thrill had been replaced with an adult realization. As much as he wanted to go back to his old body, he couldn't. Against his will, he found the words spilling out, his voice harsh and womanly, "Well, chicas, we have a party to attend. Let's get wasted, bitches!" The girls laughed as Evan turned Maria, steadied himself on his stilettos and joined the ladies striding into the club, leaving boyish innocence behind.
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