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Question: Story: The year is 2024. Write me a story the way I write about a random 6 year old boy home alone for the first time with a description of the boy's appearance, his name, height, birthday, birth year what he's wearing, what state in the US he's in. Include a description of his dad's name, age, birthday, birth year and height and how he normally dresses. Have him accidentally slip into an item of clothing his middle aged mother owns with a description of why he accidentally slipped into his mom's clothing item or shoes, his mom's name, height, birthday, birth year, what she looks like, how womanly she dresses, what item of clothing he accidentally slipped into. Have the boy freak out at his mom's womanly clothing and try getting it off and have it be in quoted text. Have there be a special cake he was told not to touch until tonight. Have him slowly grow gaining height as his body started feminizing and have him call for mommy and daddy and have it be in quoted text. Have one of his mother's outfits form on him raised sandals and accessories and wedding ring and earrings and nail polish and makeup and lipstick included as his eyes feminized and lost innocence becoming alluring and he gained all white teeth and his voice raised in pitch but deepened to a motherly pitch and as his hair lengthened and he kicked off the raised sandals in disgust. Have his memories start altering scaring him. Have the boy get grossed out at his outfit and sandals and try to yell for help and for his mom and have it be in quoted text and have him call his mom by her first name and the raised sandals and tank top and short shorts his like they were his the way his mother would and call his father daddy before shaking his head and calling him his husband and by his first name and himself mommy and shaking his head and calling himself by his mom's first name in a very womanly way and have him say his mom's first name to himself like he was wondering if he was always her which is what and have his childlike innocent vocabulary mature completely to that of a mom and have his mind slowly transform the sentence halfway through and have him take a breath and put his hands on his hips halfway through. Have the new woman look around the living room as she looked down at her outfit wondering why she felt so puzzled. Have the woman walk over to her raised sandals slipping them on and completing her outfit while posing with her hands on her hips and have the woman walk to the mirror frowning. Have the woman not remembering she was the boy walk up to the mirror as she said her name and why is she saying her name like she don't know her own name and why is she so puzzled and she wondered if her husband was coming home soon and where was her son and have it be in quoted text and like a mother talks. Have the woman walk into the kitchen to the counter. Have the woman look at the cake before taking some frosting before chuckling. Have the woman wash her hands as nightfall approached and have her say how it doesn't hurt she had a little frosting and she bought the cake anyway and that what's wrong with a woman and a mother treating herself to some frosting and have it be in quoted text. Have the woman walk upstairs to her room grabbing her phone. Have the woman lay down on the couch still wearing her outfit and her sandals. Have her text her husband calling him by his first name about how she loves and is happy she married him and how she couldn't remember what she was doing earlier and have her look down and admire her raised sandals before saying how comfortable they are on her feet and how she's happy she bought them and have it be in quoted text and like a woman talks. Have the woman flashback to minutes ago now remembering herself as the woman and have her see herself barefoot wearing her complete outfit and slipping her feet into the raised sandals not remembering being a boy and only remembering herself as the mom. Have her strut downstairs to the living room couch sitting down and crossing her legs still wearing the raised sandals. Have her look down at the raised sandals before asking out loud why she found them in the living room before wondering if her son had been trying them on and have it be in quoted text and have her call him a little cutie playing dress up.
In the year of 2024, a 6-year-old boy by the name of Jamie was spending his first day home alone. Born on April 15th, 2018, Jamie stood at a height of 3 feet 10 inches. He wore his favorite Spider-Man t-shirt with blue Jean shorts. Ever the typical boy, he resided in the sunny state of Florida. His father, Bradley, a tall man standing at 6 feet 2 inches was born 35 years prior on June 20, 1989. Usually seen in smart-casual attire, he had an easy-going aura about him. That day, young Jamie, in his exploration ended up in his mother's walk-in wardrobe. His mother, Bell, born on the same day as Jamie in earlier years – April 15, 1980, was a feminine woman who took pride in her appearance. She stood at 5 feet 6 inches and on this particular day, she had left behind her favorite mustard yellow tank top and a pair of white short shorts. With curiosity getting the best of him, Jamie decided to try on his mother’s clothes. As he slipped into the shorts and tank top, he freaked out. "Ew! What am I doing?", Jamie cried, desperately trying to wriggle out of his mother’s clothes. Just a few hours earlier, Bell had specifically instructed Jamie not to touch the special cake on the counter until she and Bradley were home. As time wore on, Jamie couldn't resist. However, as he broke the rules and sampled a bit of the cake, his body started to alter. He started to grow in height, his body assuming an uncannily feminine curve. He lifted his hands to his neck, calling, "Mommy? Daddy?" His voice no longer held that small boyish sound, it deepened but leveled at a motherly octave. One by one, items began to materialize on his small frame. His mother’s wedding ring appeared on his finger, her dangling earrings on his ears, a rouge glow on his lips, and her favorite nail polish color coated his nails. His eyes widened in realization, "ew, yuck!", he yelled, disgusted by the dramatic changes he was undergoing. He became aware of the changes in his memory as well, normally cherished moments morphing into something unfamiliar which scared him. He attempted to call for his parents again, "Mom! Dad! Help!”, his vocabulary evolving into that of a mature, grown woman. The final change came with the appearance of Bell’s most prized raised sandals on his feet. The newly transformed woman looked around her familiar living room with bewilderment. Walking over to the mirror, she frowned at her reflection. "Bell?" she whispered. She walked through her house, her mind working to put together the pieces. "Bradley, when are you getting home? Where's Jamie?", she asked herself aloud. She made her way back into the kitchen to find the cake on the counter. Without thinking, she scooped up some frosting with a finger, letting out a chuckle. As night fell, she washed her hands in the sink, "A little frosting never hurt anybody," she reasoned to herself. Turning, she made her way upstairs to her room to grab her phone. Flopping down onto the couch in the living room, she texted her husband, "Bradley, I love you. I’m glad I married you. Can't remember what I was doing earlier though,” she typed, her phone illuminated the living room. Looking down at her raised sandals, she admired them, "I’m glad I bought these, they're so comfortable." She let her memories rush back in, only remembering herself slipping her feet into these sandals. Shaking her head, she muttered aloud, "Why are these in the living room? Has Jamie been trying my sandals? What a little cutie, playing dress up!"
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