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Question: Question: Story: Write me a story the way I write about 8 year old Ken at home with his 45 year old mom Mandy. Please have Ken be brown haired and blue eyed with a t-shirt, jeans and light up shoes. Please have Mandy be dirty blonde haired with neck length hair, green eyed and have makeup, lipstick, earrings, a necklace, a wristwatch, a wedding ring, her nails painted purple, a v-neck shirt, knee length skintight pants, and raised sandals. Please have Ken be planning on going to his first sleepover at his friend Jenny's who he had a crush on. Please have Ken find out Jenny likes him too getting extremely excited as he waited for his mom to drive him over there. Please have Mandy say the quote "Hey honey, I was wondering if we could push back your sleepover? Your father and I wanted to go to a special restaurant with you" Please have Ken say the quote "I guess mommy. I haven't told Jenny what day we're coming. She just said she was excited to see me" Please have Mandy say the quote "That's wonderful honey. Thank you. I love you and appreciate you" removing her raised sandals, her purse, her wrist watch, her necklace, her earrings and her wedding ring. Please have Mandy then approach Ken gripping his arms tight. Please have Ken say the quote "Ow mommy! What are_____ you doing? That hurts" finishing the sentence in a feminine tone exactly like his mom scaring him to death. Please have Mandy in Ken's body say the quote "I switched our bodies so you can't go over to your girlfriend's house cause you're not skimping out on family time with us" Please have Ken say the quote "I said it was fine mommy. Please swap us back! I don't wanna be a girl and I really like Jenny" Please have Mandy say the quote "Sorry but you are a 45 year old woman so liking a little girl is kinda creepy and your name is Mandy now and you have a husband. You need to finish getting dressed. Put on that wrist watch, that necklace, that bracelet, that wedding ring and those sandals and that purse. Do it or I'm erasing your memories" Please have Ken worriedly put on the wrist watch, the bracelet, the necklace, the wedding ring, the purse and the raised sandals feeling extremely uncomfortable at the feeling they had on his female feet. Please have Mandy say the quote "Now Mandy, I wanna see you sit down and cross your legs" Please have Ken sit down worriedly and cross his legs looking at the raised sandals and how feminine and big they were feeling uncomfortable wearing them. Please have Mandy say the quote "Now you need to refer to yourself as Mandy and say you are 45 years old and I'm to refer to you as mom or mommy" Please have Ken try to say something about being Ken but unwillingly say his name is Mandy and he is 45 years old and have him tell his own body he is to refer to him as mom or mother and have it be in quoted text. Please have Mandy say the quote "Now you need to refer to him as my father and your husband or by his first name" Please have Ken try to say something about his father but have him unwillingly say something about waiting for Ken's father, his husband and how much he loves his husband and how attractive his husband is in a tone identical to his mom's and have it be in quoted text. Please have Mandy say the quote "Now I wanna hear you compliment something about your outfit" Please have Ken try to say nothing but have him unwillingly say something about his sandals and how he was happy his husband bought them for him and his wedding ring and his wedding day and his painted nails and his purse in a tone identical to his mom's and have it be in quoted text. Please have Mandy say the quote "Now I wanna hear you mention how my report card should be coming in and how I better have all passing grades" Please have Ken try to say nothing but unwillingly say something about how Ken's report card should be coming in soon and how he better have all As or his father and her will discuss his punishment in a tone identical to his mom's and have it be in quoted text. Please have Mandy say the quote "Now I wanna hear you lecture me like I'm your son about anything" Please have Ken again try to say nothing but unwillingly cross his arms tapping one of his mom's feet on the ground before unwillingly saying about how he needs to stop looking at her like she's his girlfriend and how she's his mother in a tone identical to his mother's and have it be in quoted text. Please have Mandy say the quote "Now I wanna see you stand up adjusting the purse on your shoulder and I wanna see you do a confident walk in your raised sandals towards me and demand my phone and put in your purse and tell me I can't see Jenny anymore and you don't wanna swap back" Please have Ken try to say and do nothing but have him unwillingly get up adjusting the purse on his shoulder before strutted in the raised sandals the same way his mom does walking up to his own body and demanding Ken's phone putting it in Mandy's purse and have him say something about Ken being grounded and how he and his husband will discuss whether or not he gets his phone back and how he's no longer allowed to talk to Jenny and that he doesn't want to swap back and he wants to remain Mandy forever.
Once upon a time, an 8-year-old brown-haired, blue-eyed boy, Ken, was planning to attend his first sleepover at his friend's house, a girl named Jenny, whom he had developed a cute little crush on. Feeling that jitter of anticipation, he paced back and forth wearing his favourite t-shirt, jeans, and light-up shoes, waiting for his mom to drive him. His mother, Mandy, was a charming 45-year-old with dirty blonde hair reaching down to her neck, and eyes a majestic green. Always dressed smart, she was wearing makeup, lipstick, earrings, a necklace, a wedding ring, her nails carefully painted purple, a v-neck shirt, knee length skintight pants, and raised sandals. "Hey honey, I was wondering if we could push back your sleepover? Your father and I wanted to go to a special restaurant with you," Mandy told Ken. She began to remove her raised sandals, her purse, her wristwatch, her necklace, her earrings, and her wedding ring from her accessorized self. "I guess mommy. I haven't told Jenny what day we're coming. She just said she was excited to see me," responded Ken, the disappointment slightly seeping into his tone. "That's wonderful honey. Thank you. I love you and appreciate you," Mandy replied, approaching Ken and gripping his arms tight. "Ow mommy! What are...you doing? That hurts," Ken finished his sentence in a feminine tone identical to his mom's, fear suddenly striking him. A smug grin spread across Mandy's face, except it wasn't Mandy but Ken trapped in his mother's body. "I switched our bodies so you can't go over to your girlfriend's house cause you're not skimping out on family time with us," Mandy's voice uttered from Ken's small frame. "I said it was fine mommy. Please swap us back! I don't wanna be a girl and I really like Jenny," Ken pleaded. "Sorry but you are a 45-year-old woman so liking a little girl is kinda creepy and your name is Mandy now and you have a husband. You need to finish getting dressed. Put on that wrist watch, that necklace, that bracelet, that wedding ring, and those sandals, and that purse. Do it, or I'm erasing your memories," Mandy retorted sternly. Overwhelmed and scared, Ken complied, placing the wristwatch around his mother's slim wrist, the silver necklace around her neck, the delicate bracelet on her arm, the gleaming wedding ring on her finger, holding onto the chic purse, and finally slipping into his mother's raised sandals. He cringed as the footwear felt alien to his familiar kicks, making him extremely uncomfortable. "Now Mandy, I wanna see you sit down and cross your legs," commanded his body, now under his mother's control. So Ken did, reluctantly crossing his new legs. His gaze fixating on his raised sandals, his mind still trying to process the bizarre situation. "Now you need to refer to yourself as Mandy and say you are 45 years old and I'll refer to you as mom or mommy," his small frame said. Stammering, Ken finally said, "M-My name is...Mandy...I'm 45 years old. You...you can call me mom or mommy." "Now you need to refer to him as my father and your husband or by his first name," ordered the childlike authoritative voice. Taking a deep breath, Ken reluctantly said, "I... can't wait for my husband... my husband is very l-lovely, and I find him attractive." "Now I wanna hear you compliment something about your outfit," his own voice instructed. Choosing to surrender again, Ken said, "I love my sandals and the wedding ring. I am so happy my husband bought them for me. The nail paint is beautiful, and so is the purse." "Now I wanna hear you mention how my report card should be coming in and how I better have all passing grades," his body continued. Surrendering further, Ken mimicked his mom, "Ken, your report card should be coming in soon. You better have all As." "Now I wanna hear you lecture me like I'm your son about anything." Stifling his frustration and fear, Ken sternly said, "Listen here, young man, you need to stop beseeching me with those eyes. I am not your girlfriend; I am your mother. Behave yourself." His mother's voice was unwavering as she continued to command, "Now I wanna see you stand up adjusting the purse on your shoulder. I wanna see you do a confident walk in your raised sandals towards me and demand my phone, put it in your purse, tell me I can't see Jenny anymore, and you don’t want to swap back." Tears stinging his eyes, Ken's mouth spilled out his mother's will, “Ken, you are grounded. Your father and I will decide when, or if, you get your phone back. And no more Jenny for you. I don't want to swap back. I am Mandy, forever.” With each word, he sank further into his new identity, the young, scared boy fading to the recesses of his subconscious. Ken was Mandy, 45, complete with responsibilities, motherly duties and beautifully painted nails.
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