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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 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 25 year old mom. Have him blink and suddenly be taller and in a different state as he looks down seeing a skimpy revealing outfit with a description of the skimpy outfit and revealing sandals with a description of what they look like and have the outfit be too short for the cold weather. Describe the woman who's body the 6 year old ends up in including her name, age, race, height, weight, hair color, hairstyle, eye color and what she's wearing accessories and jewelry and earrings and fierce makeup and bold lipstick and long fake nails and purse included and what she sounds like and if she's with somebody with it being a woman and have the other woman address the woman in a sassy way calling her bitch like it's a playful nickname and asking what's wrong with her and whether or not they were gonna go to the club and get lit and get drunk with their other girlfriends the woman referred to as bitches as well and describe who the person is to the woman. Describe the other woman's name, age, race, height, weight, hair color, hairstyle, eye color and what she's wearing with it being just as skimpy as the woman the 6 year old boy ends up in the body of accessories and jewelry and earrings and makeup and lipstick and nail polish and purse included and what she sounds like. Have the 6 year old boy spot his new reflection in the mirror as he stumbles over to the mirror blinking innocently even with his new more mature eyes and point at his reflection with his new mature fingers shaking from the cold weather as well as the fear he now had from being a woman. Have the little boy say mommy i'm scared and ew gross i'm a girl and ew gross these are girly clothes and shoes like mommy wears in the grown woman's voice and tone and have it be in quoted text and have the words be spelled differently due to the woman's accent. Have the little boy start crying as he wonders how he's gonna get home and if he'll ever see mommy again.
In 2024, there lived a 6-year-old boy named Theodore. Born on April 27, 2018, in Butte, Montana, Theodore stood 4'2" tall, weighed 45 pounds, and had unruly, chestnut-colored hair that always seemed to stick up in odd directions. His big, chocolate-brown eyes were a source of charm to those who met him. On this special day, he was wearing his favorite red-and-white-striped sneakers, khaki shorts, and his treasured green t-shirt with images of his beloved comic superheroes. Walking home alone from school for the first time ever with permission from his 25-year-old mom, there was a distinct pitter-patter from his sneakers echoing along the empty street. Suddenly, as Theodore blinked, he found himself taller, colder, and in an entirely different place. Looking down, he was no longer wearing his comfortable clothes, but a scanty outfit far too cold for the chill in the air. It was a short, turquoise sequin dress, revealing greater amounts of skin than the little boy was used to. On his feet were strappy, equally revealing sandals in a matching color, adorned with sparkling rhinestones that did nothing to shield from the cold. As he caught sight of his reflection in a nearby store window, Theodore found himself staring into the caramel-hued eyes of a woman, clouded with surprise. She was tall and slender, with a head full of golden curls cascading down her shoulders, a stark contrast to Theodore's brown, wild locks. Her name was Monique, a 27-year-old African American woman originally from Atlanta, Georgia, standing 5'8" tall and weighing 133 pounds. Monique sported several bracelets, a gold necklace adorned with diamonds, and gold hoop earrings. Her face was done up theatrically with fierce makeup, a bold red lipstick defining her pout, and she had long, fake nails painted a bright blue to match her outfit. Draped over her arm was a small, black purse which coordinated perfectly with her getup. Across the street, another woman called out to her. "Hey, bitch!," the greeting was sharp but playful. "What's wrong with you? We going to Club Platinum and get lit with the girls or what?" The second woman, Alexa, was also African American, a year younger than Monique. She was slightly shorter at 5'6", weighed about 120 pounds and had a deep red hair styled into voluminous waves. Her eyes were a pretty shade of hazel that sparkled under the neon lights. She was stunning in a revealing silver sequin dress with similar accessories and carried a metallic silver purse. Her voice was chirpy and high, indicating her excitement for the night. Staring at his reflection and struggling to process the surreal transformation, Theodore managed to point at the mirror with shaky, manicured fingers. "Mommy, I'm scared… ew gross, I'm a girl… ew gross, these are girly clothes and shoes like mommy wears," he voiced in Monique's seductive southern accent, the words sounding odd to his six-year-old mind. The innocent brown eyes that should have belonged to Theodore filled with mature tears of fear and confusion. The thought of possibly not seeing his mother again and struggling to get home overwhelmed him, and despite his new body, he felt truly alone and afraid.
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