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Question: Write me a story the way I type about a random 6 year old boy with a description of what state the boy is in, what he looks like, what he sounds like, what he's wearing and what he's doing when he goes to bed. Have him wake up the next day with his head slumped over in his lap resting on the side of a random abandoned building in the body of a 22 year old homeless woman with a description of what the woman's name ends up being, her age from an ID or a photo indicating her age, her date of birth ending in the year 2001, her hairstyle, have the little boy now be older his big brother and include his big brother's age, his big sister and include his big sister's age, have him wake up wearing a black short crop top, short shorts, leather wedges, sunglasses resting on his forehead and a purse by his side, a backpack by his side filled with snacks and illegal substances and drinks possibly adult beverages if any with descriptions of the food and drinks and where they are from. Please have the boy be freezing in his new female body and clothes as the cold wind knocks the sunglasses down over his eyes. Please have the boy innocently go through the purse and backpack while playing with the wedges and the crop top and the short shorts feeling the mounds on his chest he didn't have before. Please have the boy say the quote "I miss mommy, daddy and big bro-bro and big sissy so much!" in the woman's voice. The swap is permanent and the boy is sad and missing his family that is probably still in his home state not even aware he is gone.
In the charming state of Vermont, among the lush flow of maple trees and serene covered bridges, lived a sprightly six-year-old boy named Timothy. His peach-cream complexion, sprinkled with a sparse congregation of freckles, stood out against his voluminous silky auburn hair. He was always attired adorably in overalls, striped shirts, and little rare-white sneakers. His voice, when he laughed or called out to his friends, held the inexplicable sound of wind chimes colliding gently in the breeze. When bedtime dawned, he was adorably dressed in his Batman-themed pajamas, clutching his favorite teddy, Mr. Cuddles. He would lull himself to sleep while whispering stories to Mr. Cuddles and humming the tune of his favorite song, "Row, row, row your boat." However, the following day the fabric of his reality was torn asunder when he awoke in the body of a 22-year-old homeless woman named Olivia. His new identity was discovered from a tattered old ID that read Olivia Kendal, birthdate August 20, 2001, making her 22 years of age. Her picture displayed a dazzling crown of short, kinky gold-blond hair accentuating her sharp aesthetic. She had distinct hazel eyes which were now under the shadow of large sunglasses resting on his forehead. Now Timothy was not the little brother anymore; he was older than his big brother, Jackson, who was 18, and his big sister, Lucy, who was 16. He woke wearing a black short crop top which seemed inadequate against the biting chill of the morning wind. His bottom half clad in short shorts felt bare against the rough finish of the abandoned building. Leather wedges adorned his new larger feet, oddly mismatched to his innocent persona. A purse and a backpack lay nearby. The backpack contents, dictated by the harsh life Olivia was leading, included odd snacks: Preserved salads from Kraft, wrinkled fruit bars, a half-empty bottle of cheap whiskey, and small unidentified substances indicative of Olivia's lifestyle. The cold wind blew cruelly, knocking the sunglasses over his eyes. Curiosity flamed in him as he went through the purse and backpack while awkwardly playing with the wedges, the crop top, and the short shorts. As he felt the strange mounds on his chest he didn't have before, confusion and loneliness raked through him. In Olivia's husky and heavy voice, the little innocent boy said, "I miss mommy, daddy, and big bro-bro and big sissy so much!" His new voice echoed around the empty buildings, painting an eerie portrait of his current plight. As his emotions lurched, he realized the swap was permanent. He was sad and missed his family who were probably still in Vermont, feeling secure in their home, oblivious of their young boy stuck inexplicably in an unknown state, living a life he didn't understand.
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