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Question: Story: Write me a story the way I write about 7 year old Tanner at home with his 34 year old aunt Christie. Please have Tanner be brown haired and green eyed with a t-shirt, jeans and light up shoes. Please have Tanner be getting babysat by Christie. Please have Christie be brown haired and blue eyed with her hair in a bun, her nails done in a French manicure, dangling earrings, a wedding ring, a blouse and a blazer, jean shorts and raised sandals. Please have Tanner be getting hungry when he goes downstairs to see Christie preparing some food for him and her. Please have Tanner say the quote "I'm so hungry auntie Christie" in his innocent voice. Please have Christie say the quote "It's almost ready honey. A delicious spaghetti dinner and you can have as much as you want" Please have Christie finish mixing the spaghetti and sauce and meatballs together as she puts the plates down for her and Tanner. Please have Christie get up to get some wine to drink. Please have Tanner say the quote "Do you mind if I have something to drink too auntie?" Please have Christie say the quote "Sorry sweetie. This drink is too mature for you" as she poured her wine. Please have Tanner get bummed as he stands up and walks up behind Christie. Please have Tanner go to tap his aunt before feeling the sensation of getting sucked in when he suddenly opened his eyes noticing he was taller. Please have Tanner see the glass of wine in his hand as he looked at his other hand saw manicured nails and a wedding ring before looking down and seeing mounds on his chest, a blouse ,a blazer, jean shorts and raised sandals as well as earrings in his ears. Please have Tanner see his reflection in the mirror freaking out letting out a yelp in his aunt's voice scaring him. Please have Tanner try to say something about being afraid but have him unwillingly say something only an aunt would say and have it be feminine and have it be in quoted text. Have the swap be permanent.
Once upon a time, on a sunny afternoon, a 7-year-old boy named Tanner was at home with his 34-year-old aunt Christie. Tanner had brown hair and sparkling green eyes. He was dressed in a t-shirt, jeans, and his favorite light-up shoes. Aunt Christie, however, had coffee-brown hair and dazzling blue eyes. Her hair was neatly tied up in a bun. Her nails were neatly shaped with a French manicure. She wore dangling earrings, a wedding ring, a sophisticated blouse with a blazer, and denim shorts with elevated sandals. Tanner, feeling a bit peckish, made his way downstairs to find Aunt Christie in the kitchen, busy preparing dinner. "I'm so hungry, auntie Christie," Tanner said in his innocent voice, tugging lightly at her blazer. Christie turned around, her earrings shimmering as they swayed back and forth. "It's almost ready, honey. A delicious spaghetti dinner, and you can have as much as you want," she informed him with a warming smile. Tanner watched eagerly as Christie skillfully mixed the spaghetti and sauce, adding a generous portion of meatballs. She then placed the heaping plates of yummy goodness down for both of them. As the enticing smell filled the room, Christie rose from her seat to get some wine for herself. Being curious, Tanner piped up, "Do you mind if I have something to drink too, auntie?" Christie, pouring her crimson wine into a glass, looked back at him, "Sorry sweetie. This drink is too mature for you," she gently told him. Feeling somewhat bummed, Tanner stood up and calmly walked behind Aunt Christie. He reached out to tap her, but as he did, he felt an unusual sensation—an overwhelming rush that felt like he was being sucked in. He quickly opened his eyes, realizing he was taller. He glanced at his hand, now holding a glass of wine, his other hand adorned with manicured nails and a wedding ring. Looking down, he saw mounds on his chest, a blouse, a blazer, denim shorts and elevated sandals. He touched his ear, noticing the earrings. He jolted back upon seeing his reflection in a kitchen window, the feminine image startling him enough to let out a yelp in what was unmistakably his Aunt Christie's voice. He tried to express his fear, to convey his need to fix this perplexing situation, but the words that unwillingly slipped out were, "Well, aren't these meatballs just the right size! I always make them perfect." His words echoed in the room, sounding as feminine, and as aunt-like, as could be. So it was, in the most peculiar of circumstances, that Tanner managed to forever embody his Aunt Christie in the most literal of senses, stepping into her life and her body, unbeknownst of the unique adventures that lay ahead.
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