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Question: The year is 2024. Write me a long and thorough and detailed story the way I type about a random 6 year old boy with a description of the boy's name, where he's from in the US, birthday, race being white, 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 young mom. Include his mom's name, age, birthday and birth year, height, and weight. Include his dad's name, age, birthday and birth year, height and weight and have him not be in his son's life and explain why. Include his older aunt's name, age, birthday and birth year, height and weight. Include his grandma's name, age, birthday and birth year, height and weight. Have the boy be excited to tell all the cool stories about walking alone he was gonna to his mom and grandma when he went over to her house and his loving stuffed animal and his dog. Have him go to sleep and be sleeping peacefully. Have him wake up the next day on the side of the road in a much taller and older body. Have him notice he's only wearing a bikini top and bottom and flip flops as he notices his nails are now painted. Have him notice multiple tattoos on his arms, chest, legs and back with descriptions of the tattoos. Reveal the name of the woman whose body he ends up in and her age, birthday, scar or injury with explanation on where it came from, birth year, race, height, weight, where she's from, who her family is, other things she happens to have on her at the moment, why she's sleeping outside and the numerous reasons and circumstances that led her out here and whatever else she owns. Have the swap be permanent and the boy be sad. Have the boy try to walk normally but unwillingly walk with a feminine sway quickly clip clopping in the flip flops and have the boy unwillingly do more feminine things with descriptions on what he's doing. Have him say oh no what am i gonna do without mommy before crying in his new female voice. Have him clip clop to a nearby mirror in a random location looking down at the ground having trouble processing that the body he sees below him is his new body. Have him slowly look up at the mirror seeing his new female eyes staring back at him as tears pile up in his new eyes as he looks around seeing nobody and nothing he recognizes. Have him start wandering off in a random direction before stumbling across some money on the ground having enough for a snack and a drink now. Have the boy wander into a nearby store getting looked for his outfit as he grabs a candy bar and a soda and buys them before leaving the store. Have him open his candy bar and soda eating and drinking as nighttime approached and it started getting darker outside. Have the boy start shaking from fear as he slowly fell asleep dreading the new life he now lived.
Once upon a time, in the quiet town of Spearfish, South Dakota, there was a young boy named Ethan Roberts. He was a charming, tousled-haired six-year-old who had been born in 2018, making him a little more than four feet high. His weight was proportionate with his height, about fifty pounds. He possessed a mop of light blonde hair that gleamed golden in sunlight, styled in a typical boyish haircut. Ethan's eyes were a striking shade of blue, mirroring the immaculate skies of his hometown. His outfit consisted of a vibrant, red Mickey Mouse printed T-shirt, navy shorts, and shiny black shoes, evidently his favorite ones due to their notable wear and tear. Ethan’s mom, Heather Roberts, had recently given her blessing for Ethan to walk home alone. She was a youthful 28 year old, born on May 15, 1996, standing at five feet five inches and weighed about 130 pounds. Matt Roberts, Ethan’s father had not been a part of their lives for a while due to heavy alcoholism and incapacitating poverty. He was a robust 33-year-old man, born on April 1, 1991, and was six feet two inches tall and weighed about 210 pounds. Ethan also had an aunt, his mother’s elder sister, named Susan, a cheerful 34-year-old, born on June 20, 1990, who stood five feet six inches tall and weighed approximately 140 pounds. Lastly, there was his sweet grandma, Patty, a sprightly 65-year-old woman, born on February 18, 1959, who stood five feet three inches tall and weighed 150 pounds. Ethan was thrilled to share stories of his brave walks home with Heather, Susan, and Patty. Tonight, he clutched his ever-faithful stuffed animal, a weathered, plushy elephant named Levi, and his furry Golden Retriever, Sam, as he fell asleep. The next morning, Ethan woke up, however, not on his cozy, safe bed, but the dusty side of a vacant road. Disoriented and scared, he quickly realized the body he was inhibiting was no longer his. He was now in the body of a much older and taller woman, donned in a bright, tropical print bikini top and bottom, paired with humble, slightly worn-out flip-flops. Her nails were beautifully painted purple, but what stuck out to him in his new arms and legs were intricate tattoos: An abstract floral vine wrapped around her right wrist and forearm, a fierce dragon danced across her chest, a celestial depiction of the sun, moon, and stars gleamed on her left thigh and a galaxy of stars spread across her back. His new identity revealed to be Marina Davis, a 27-year-old woman born on July 6, 1997. She carried an old, faded scar on her shoulder, a result of a car accident during her teenage years. Marina, an African American woman of five feet eight inches tall and weighing 150 pounds, hailed from the bustling city of New York. Her family included an older brother and a young niece. She had nothing on her at that moment, except for an old, scratched phone and a worn-out purse, carrying mere nickels and dimes. Marina had been living on the streets, a result of unfortunate events: job loss, eviction, debts, abusive relationships, failed dreams, and an unremitting cycle of poverty. Ethan, in Marina's body, began to cry, his new voice pinched and heart-wrenching, “Oh no, what am I gonna do without Mommy!”. Without realizing, he began walking with a feminine sway, his flip-flops clip-clopping against the pavement. Eventually, he stumbled upon a mirror inside an abandoned warehouse. The reflection of Marina's brown eyes stared back at him, fear and uncertainty consuming them. Upon leaving the building, he found enough money he assumed was dropped by a passerby to afford a candy bar and soda for a shop nearby. He was met with strange looks, courtesy of his attire, but managed to complete the purchase and nourish the growling stomach with the little food he had. As night fell, Ethan shook with fear and apprehension in his new, adult body. Reluctantly, he found an inconspicuous nook in the sidewalk to fall asleep, the thoughts of this strange, new life bringing tears into his eyes once again. His small adventure now felt like a looming nightmare, as he helplessly stared at the strange, alien world around him.
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