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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 mom. Include his mom's name, age, height, and weight. Have him blink and suddenly be taller and in England as he looks down seeing a small skimpy outfit barely covering her body 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 being the same age as his mom than his mom, 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 and what inside the purse included being revealing and inappropriate 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 ho like it's a playful nickname and asking what's wrong with her calling her bitch and not to worry that there were plenty of good looking men with lots to offer them before winking 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 sluts and hos and how she and her friend are the baddest bitches at the club and have it be in quoted text using British slang too. Have her friend also start running her hands all over the body of who she assumes is her friend and smack her butt and comparing their outfits saying her friend always looks way better than her and have it be in quoted text trying to soothe her friend's sudden worried behavior using British slang. Have a nearby middle aged woman with her age mentioned yell rude comments at the little boy now in the woman's body and her friend saying how they dressed like sluts and how they were made for the streets and how she feels sorry for their mothers and have it be in quoted text using British slang. Have the friend of the woman whose body the 6 year old is stuck in yell at the older woman and say how at least she and her friend are still attractive and beautiful and young and how they look way better than her anyway and have it be in quoted text using British slang. 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 with sandals included and fake nails as the woman the 6 year old boy ends up in the body of accessories and jewelry and earrings and fierce makeup and bold lipstick and fake nails and purse and what's inside the purse included being inappropriate 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 shaking from how revealing his outfit was. Have the boy take the purse off his new mature shoulder looking at it innocently. 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 using British slang unwillingly in fear and have him say how hot she and her friend look unwillingly using British slang before her friend starts laughing and have the words be spelled differently due to the woman's accent. Have the boy pull at his skimpy outfit and sandals grossed out at how girly they are. Have the little boy unwillingly put the purse back on his shoulder in a seductive way. Have the little boy then unwillingly strut to a nearby bench sitting down and crossing his legs and pouting seductively before saying something alluring using British slang and have it be in quoted text and have him blow his reflection a kiss before winking and smiling. Have the little boy start crying as he wonders how he's gonna get home and if he'll ever see mommy again and have it be in quoted text using British slang unwillingly sounding like a little kid missing their mom.
Story: The year is 2024. Once upon a time in Austin, Texas, lived a cheery 6-year-old boy named Benji. Benji Miller, born on July 15, 2018, was known for his adventurous spirit and contagious laughter. He stood three and a half feet tall, weighed 47 pounds, with soft brown hair styled into a neat crew cut. His bright blue eyes shone with joy. His typical outfit included a red t-shirt, blue shorts, and a pair of comfortable white Nike sneakers. His usual high-pitched voice created a rhythmic patter as he made his way home for the first time on a warm day in May. His mother, Amelia, a woman of robust 36 years, stood five feet six inches tall, weighed 130 pounds, and had given her loving consent for her boy to make his first solo journey. She stood at the front porch, still visible in the distance, with her heart in her mouth, supporting her independent little man with a proud smile. Suddenly, Benji blinked his eyes, and in an unbelievable twist of fate, he found himself towering above the rest. The air now was chilly, the language around was different. He was no longer in bustling Texas, but a busy street in England. Seemingly Benji was a woman named Vanessa Scott, a fiery redhead of the same age as his mother. She was a stunning woman of British ascent, standing 6 feet tall, weighing 145 pounds, with her curly ginger hair falling beautifully on her shoulders. Vanessa's green eyes cristined a sultry gaze. She wore a low-rise mini skirt and a cleavage-displaying crop top that left little to the imagination, completed with a pair of revealing sandals with intricate beadwork. The fingers of her hands donned with loud, long fake nails painted a stark red. On her wrist was an oversized designer watch, her ears adorned with audacious hoop earrings. Her oversized handbag housed her wallet, makeup, and an assortment of vibrant mini dresses. The confusion and shock on Vanessa's face didn't go unnoticed by the woman standing next to her. This woman was Tara, Vanessa's friend of many years. Tara was a woman as bold and audacious as Vanessa, donned in a similar outfit, high-heeled sandals, hoop earrings competently matching Vanessa's. Her vibrant eyeliner and bold red lipstick were a sight to behold. "What's up, ho? You look like you've seen a ghost, bitch. Come on, we're gonna paint the town red tonite, innit? Plenty of handsome blokes waiting for us, love!" Tara teased, smacking Vanessa's butt and running her hands on Vanessa's waist in a playful, familiar way. At this hour, a middle-aged woman nearby yelled, "Oi, you two should be ashamed, prancing around dressed like that, you're real streetwalkers, aren't ya love?” Tara, unmoved, retorted back sassily, "At least we're still young and beautiful, darling, much better than your sorry ass!" As Benji walked past a mirror, he saw Vanessa's reflection. With wide-eyed apprehension, he pointed at it, feeling a sudden chill run down his spine. He tried to speak in his small boyish voice. But instead, a woman's voice laced with an English accent rang out. He said, "Mum, I'm scared... Ewww... I'm a girl, ain't I!" He touched the hem of the uncomfortably short skirt and grimaced. Benji, in an instinctual manner, slung the purse onto his shoulder and tried to walk but found himself doing a lady's strut to the nearby bench. He sat uncomfortably, crossing his legs at the knee. He raised a brow, blew a kiss to his reflection, and said, "Hello, gorgeous!" He didn’t realize it was his reflection mirroring his fluid movements. Blinking back tears, he muttered, "Mum, I just wanna go back. Mum...Mummy"
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