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Question: Story: Write me a story the exact way I type about 5 year old Cane at his first day of school trying to fit in with the other students and make friends. Please have Cane be brown haired and brown eyed and short with a t shirt, jeans and light up shoes. Please have Cane be extremely shy as he walks into his class. Please have his teacher be 30 year old Mrs. Jackson. Please have Mrs. Jackson be of African American descent with glasses and an afro cut with a short brown dress and short shorts with brown flip flops and hoop earrings and have her nails be painted red and be wearing a wedding ring and have numerous tattoos and makeup and lip stick. Please have Mrs. Jackson introduce herself and do a small introduction for her class before noticing Cane with his head down while she was doing her introduction. Please have the bell ring for first recess and have Mrs. Jackson release all of the students except Cane. Please have Mrs. Jackson ask Cane if she can help him be more open and not as shy Cane just held tears back as he kept his head down. Please have Mrs. Jackson put her hand on Cane's back gently and smile. Please have Mrs. Jackson tell Cane to go have fun at recess and that they'll talk a little later. Please have Cane run out to the playground where all the students were located before venturing over to the basketballs and grabbing one. Please have Cane wish to go home quietly to himself. Please have Cane shoot some hoops as a small group of kids walk into the hoop area. Please have the kids be 6 year old Mikayla, 6 year old Jennifer, 5 year old Judy, and 7 year old Travis. Please have Travis be blonde and blue eyed and tall with a t shirt, shorts and Nikes. Please have Mikayla be blonde and blue eyed and short with overalls and a dress and Mary Janes and a pink flower in her hair. Please have Jennifer be brown haired and green eyed with long curly hair and a flowery dress and girly sandals. Please have Judy be red haired and green eyed with curly hair, a shirt, shorts and thong sandals. Please have Travis say the entire quote "Give us your ball now!" Please have Cane say the entire quote "But? But? I had it first!" Please have Travis say the entire quote "How old are you?" Please have Cane say the entire quote "5 years old" Please have Jennifer say the entire quote "Really? When's your birthday?" Please have Cane say the entire quote "Mommy said uh April 23rd" Please have Jennifer say the entire quote "You were so close. I was born April 21st. But I'm 6 years old making me a year older than you" Please have Cane say the entire quote "This wasn't the only ball. Why are you being meanies?" Please have Jennifer grab Cane causing him to get dizzy and lose his vision. Please have Cane open his eyes before noticing he was slightly taller and there was long curly brown hair getting in his face trying to brush it away before noticing his hands were smaller. Please have Cane look down and see the long flowery dress and girly sandals Jennifer was wearing. Please have Jennifer say the entire quote "That's what you get. You should've given us the ball" from Cane's body. Please have Cane say the entire quote "What did you do? I want my mommy!" before covering his mouth hearing Jennifer's voice instead of his own. Please have Cane run in fear towards the closest place where he could see his reflection feeling the flowery dress blowing in the wind and the girly sandals on his new female feet as he ran as he felt his new long brown curly hair bouncing around as he ran before freezing in shock at his reflection. He was now staring at 6 year old Jennifer causing him to start shaking not any less bothered by his brown curly hair. Please have Cane start running towards the kids and his old body cringing as he felt the girly sandals as he ran. Please have Cane beg for his body back. Please have Jennifer in his body say the entire quote "Sorry I actually like being a boy. I don't know what your name is but I'm keeping this body. Have a nice fun life being a girly girl that wears dresses and stuff. Your name is Jennifer and you're 6 years old now" Please have Cane collapse in the hoop area before running in panic to a secluded area and sitting down. Please have Cane sit down causing the long brown curly hair to fall in his face again before looking down and seeing the flowery dress and girly sandals. Please have Cane say the whole quote "I hate this. I never wanted to go to school. I'm gonna miss mommy so much. I don't wanna be a girl! I hate these girly shoes and this blue thing! I hate dresses! I hate my new girly voice! I hate my long hair! I'm not a girl! My name is Cane! My name is not Mikayla!" Please have Cane stand up before looking down at his girly sandals and flowery dress as he started walking feeling the clip clop of the sandals and the flowery dress on his female body. Please have Cane walk back to where the basketballs are kept attempting to grab one before being stopped by a random boy who tells him the dolls are over there and the hop scotch and jump rope is over the other way and that girls can't play basketball as he fell to the ground again crying hysterically as he squeezed his new female eyes shut hoping he was dreaming opening his eyes to see he was still in Jennifer's body not knowing he was permanently stuck in the body of Jennifer and would never go back to being Cane again having his boyhood and his old innocent life taken from him making this story have a bad and depressing ending.
Once upon a time, there was a brown-haired, brown-eyed shy boy named Cane who was just starting his first day at school. His usual attire consisted of a t-shirt, jeans and light-up shoes. He was somewhat short for his 5 years of age. The world was new to him and he carried an air of innocence mixed with nervousness as he stepped into his new class. His teacher, 30-year-old Mrs. Jackson, was an attractive African American woman, herself having short locks stylishly formed into an afro cut. She often wore glasses that complemented her red lipstick-adorned lips, and her numerous tattoos added to her vibrant personality. Her wardrobe for the day included a short brown dress and even shorter shorts, paired with brown flip flops. One could also see she had her nails painted red, and a wedding ring on her finger. As she introduced herself to the vibrant faces of her students, Mrs. Jackson spotted Cane, who by now had his head lowered, shyly avoiding everyone's gaze. Meanwhile, the other kids became acquainted with each other, getting to know their classmates for the year ahead. The bell rang, signaling the start of first recess, and Mrs. Jackson shepherded students out to the playground, except for one. She decided to have a little chat with Cane who was still seated with his head hung low. Noticing his discomfort, the good teacher placed her hand gently on Cane's back and wore a reassuring smile. She urged him to join his classmates and enjoy recess while promising that they'll find a way to help him overcome his shyness later on. With a hesitated step, Cane walked out to the playground and slowly ventured over to the basketballs. After grabbing one, he shot a few hoops alone, wishing he could be home instead of here. A small group of kids soon approached. Among the newcomers were 6-year-old Mikayla and Jennifer, 5-year-old Judy, and the 7-year-old Travis. Travis, the tallest of the group, asserted a kind of dominance, ordering Cane to hand over the basketball. Cane protested that he had it first, but Travis brashly asked, "How old are you?" "5 years old" Cane managed to respond. Jennifer, a 6-year-old with long curly hair piped in, "Really? When's your birthday?" Cane answered, "Mommy said uh April 23rd". Jennifer's eyes sparkled as she mentioned that her birthday was only two days before his, stating she now was a year older than Cane. A little exchange later, a disconcerting experience happened. Jennifer grabbed Cane and suddenly, he felt dizzy. When he reopened his eyes, his world had changed in inexplicable ways. He found his hands smaller and could feel long, curly brown hair tickling his face. Looking down, he was wearing Jennifer's flowery dress and girly sandals. Confused, he looked around only to hear Jennifer mocking him from his former body, "That's what you get. You should've given us the ball". Cane, not understanding what happened, rasped out, "What did you do? I want my mommy!" but he was horrified to hear Jennifer's voice emit from his own mouth. A panicked run led him to his reflection where he noticed he was now Jennifer. Terrified, he ran back towards his old body, begging to be returned to his original self. Jennifer, now in his body, instead told him, "Sorry I actually like being a boy. I don't know what your name is but I'm keeping this body. Have a nice fun life being a girly girl that wears dresses and stuff. Your name is Jennifer and you're 6 years old now". Cane collapsed, overwhelmed by the strange and frightening situation. He eventually found a secluded area where he fell into a fit of tears and disbelief. "I hate this. I never wanted to go to school. I'm gonna miss mommy so much. I don't wanna be a girl! I hate these girly shoes and this blue thing! I hate dresses! I hate my new girly voice! I hate my long hair! I'm not a girl! My name is Cane! My name is not Mikayla!" he planted his agony and despair into every word uttered. He eventually picked himself up, attempting to integrate back into the crowd by returning to the basketballs. Struggling to cope with this new reality, he was thwarted by another boy stating that girls like him should go play with dolls or do jump rope, declaring girls didn't play basketball. Overwhelmed by despair, Cane realized he was permanently Jennifer, never to return to his old life. His boyhood was replaced with a new identity thrust onto him. Despite his worst fears coming true, the innocent and free life he had known was stolen, making his first day at school one he would never forget. It was a challenging, disheartening day that forever altered the course of his young life. Can one deem this an outright depressing ending? Perhaps. But life is unpredictable, so it goes...
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