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Question: Story: Write me a story the way I write about 8 year old Dave at his 30 year old cousin Trish's house. Please have be brown haired and brown eyed with a t-shirt, jeans and light up shoes and his favorite stuffed animal in his arms. Please have Trish be black haired and brown eyed with shoulder length hair, a spray tan all over her body, a wedding ring, sunglasses, earrings, a bracelet, a tan crop top, short shorts and flip flops with her nails done in a French pedicure and her purse on her shoulder. Please have Trish be extremely rude and materialistic as she looked down on Dave and please have Dave hate his older cousin and be upset that his mom still believes Trish is a kind and nice person. Please have Dave be playing with his stuffed animal upstairs as noon hits and the sun gets brighter outside and have Trish come up grabbing the stuffed animal out of his hands. Please have Dave say the quote "But Trish! He keeps the monsters away!" tears in his eyes and his innocent voice shaking. Please have Trish tell Dave to stop being annoying and just follow her downstairs. Please have Trish ask Dave if he can please come with her to the department store to watch try on some clothes and ask him if he can give a second opinion on a trip to the spa. Please have Dave say yes begging for his stuffed animal back. Please have Trish remove her sunglasses, her earrings, her wedding ring, her bracelet, her purse and her flip flops and then immediately lunge on Dave. Please have Dave say the quote "Ow Trish! Please stop it!___ I'm telling mommy on you!" finishing the sentence in Trish's voice even eerily mimicking her bitchy valley girl tone. Please have Dave get up feeling awkward in his new taller and older body as he ran to the mirror feeling his cousin's boobs bouncing as he did and have him scream in Trish's voice at his new reflection cringing at how girly he looked. Please have Dave beg to swap back in Trish's voice. Please have Trish say the quote "No thanks I'm good. That's your body from now on. Your new name is Trish and you have a husband. You need to get ready for the spa and the department store. Put on your sunglasses, your bracelet, your earrings, your wedding ring, your purse and your flip flops right now or I'll tear your stuffed bear apart!" Please have Dave worriedly put on his cousin's sunglasses resting them on his forehead, the bracelet, the earrings, the wedding ring, the purse and the flip flops feeling extremely uncomfortable and feminine as he looked down at the flip flops. Please have Trish say the quote "We're gonna play a game real quick. Pretend I'm Dave and you're Trish. Now Trish, I wanna hear you say your name is Trish and you are 30 years old and that I Dave, wish I was you and say it in my valley girl tone" Please have Dave say the quote "My name is Trish and I'm 30 years old and I'm damn good looking. You wish you were me!" Please have Trish say the quote "Now Trish, I wanna see you sit down and place your purse next to you" Please have Dave try to do nothing but unwillingly sit down placing the purse next to him. Please have Trish say the quote "Now Trish, I wanna hear you compliment something about your appearance" Please have Dave say the quote "I just love my French pedicure and I love this purse my husband bought me and these sunglasses and my spray tan and I love my flip flops and how people know to pay attention to me when I walk in them" Please have Trish say the quote "Now Trish, I wanna hear you say you can have whatever you want cause you're Trish and your stupid husband lets you" Please have Dave say the quote "I get whatever I want when I want cause I'm that bitch and my name is Trish and my stupid husband will buy me whatever I ask for cause he knows I'll leave him if he don't" Please have Trish say the quote "Now finally Trish, I wanna see you stand up and put your purse over your shoulder and pull your sunglasses down over your eyes and clip clop over to me the way I always do and tell me you're donating my stuffed bear and I'm not getting it back but I still gotta help you out or you'll tell your husband on me and do it in my valley girl voice" Please have Dave try to do nothing unwillingly get up putting the purse over his shoulder and pulling the sunglasses down over his eyes and clip clopping over to his own body and say the quote "I'm still donating your stupid stuffed animal. You can't tell me no cause I'm the adult and your mom will side with me. I'll still expect you to help me at the department store and the spa or I'll tell my husband on you and then you'll really be in trouble. I'm not a bitch to be fucked with!" against his will tearing up at the words he was saying knowing he was permanently stuck in Trish's body.
Once upon a time in the heart of a sunlit suburban neighborhood inhabited the house of Trish, the 30-year-old cousin of an 8-year-old brown-haired, brown-eyed boy named, Dave. Dressed in his favorite t-shirt, jeans, and light-up shoes, he walked through the eerily quiet abode, clenching tightly to his favorite stuffed animal, an antidote, he believed, to the world's mischievous monsters. On the other hand, was Trish with her raven black shoulder-length hair, her sun-kissed spray tanned skin, and her arsenal of accessories arranged meticulously - sunglasses, earrings, a dainty bracelet, a wedding ring, and her signature tan crop top, short shorts, and flip-flops. Adding to her materialistic ensemble was a purse that hung nonchalantly on her shoulder. Despite their familial bonds, Dave despised Trish; her constant rude attitudes, materialistic leanings, and the sheer disregard she had for him. What bothered Dave more was his mother’s perennial misjudgment of Trish’s character. One day, as the clock struck noon saturating the room with sunbeams, Dave sat upstairs playing with his stuffed animal when Trish stomped in, snatching his stuffed animal without even a shred of remorse. Tears formed in Dave's round eyes, "But Trish! He keeps the monsters away!" he pleaded with an innocent shaky voice. In response, Trish demanded Dave to cease his annoyance and descend downstairs. Caught in a whirlwind of Trish's materialistic world, Dave was hauled to a department store and later, a spa for a second opinion. His pleas for his stuffed animal returned were met with a cruel laugh from Trish who, removing her sunglasses, earrings, wedding ring, bracelet, and flip flops, lunged at him saying, “Ow Trish! Please stop it! I’m telling mommy on you!” in a mimicked valley girl tone. When Dave rose, a gust of awkwardness hit him. His body felt alien to him; it was taller and older. Striding to the mirror, he noticed his chest bouncing, something he had only observed on Trish. He screamed at his reflection, his voice no longer his, but Trish's. Seeing his face morphed into Trish's, he begged to change back. "No thanks, I'm good. That's your body from now on. Your new name is Trish, and you have a husband,” Trish sneered, continuing her tyrannical rant on how the new Dave should dress and behave. Dave, now trapped in Trish’s body, reluctantly slipped on the sunglasses, bracelet, earrings, wedding ring, and flip flops, now few sizes too big. Trish challenged him to a game, demanding Dave to address himself as thirty-year-old Trish, compliment his new look, and selfishly brag about material possessions. Dave complied, however unwillingly, repeating after Trish. “My name is Trish and I'm 30 years old and I'm damn good looking. You wish you were me." he continued, “I just love my French pedicure, and I love this purse my husband bought me, and these sunglasses and my spray tan and...” tries to fit into his new role as 30-year-old Trish to secure his stuffed animal. In her final test, Trish made Dave imitate her behavior by demanding her stuffed animal back in her valley girl voice. Unable to do anything else, Dave stood, purse strung over his shoulder, sunglasses lowly hung, and clip-clopped towards Trish, "I'm still donating your stupid stuffed animal. You can't tell me no cause I'm the adult and your mom will side with me. I'll still expect you to help me at the department store and the spa or I'll tell my husband on you..." They both knew the game was over, with Dave having no option but to accept his new reality. Silent tears streamed down his cheeks, he was now Trish, trapped in a world of vanity, materialism, and wicked games.
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