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Question: Story: Write me a story the exact way I type about 5 year old Cane at his first day of school trying to fit in with the other students and make friends. Please have Cane be brown haired and brown eyed and short with a t shirt, jeans and light up shoes. Please have Cane be extremely shy as he walks into his class. Please have his teacher be 30 year old Mrs. Jackson. Please have Mrs. Jackson be of African American descent with glasses and an afro cut with a short brown dress and short shorts with brown flip flops and hoop earrings and have her nails be painted red and be wearing a wedding ring and have numerous tattoos and makeup and lip stick. Please have Mrs. Jackson say the entire quote "Good morning class. My name is Mrs. Jackson and I will be your teacher for the school year. We'll have lots of fun together. I promise I'm a lot of fun to be around and I can't wait to get to know all of you" before noticing Cane with his head down while she was doing her introduction. Please have the bell ring for first recess and have Mrs. Jackson release all of the students except Cane. Please have Mrs. Jackson say the entire quote "Hey hon, I noticed you looked a tad bit shy during my story time today and I just wanted to know if there's anything I can do to help you break out of your shell?" Cane just held tears back as he kept his head down. Please have Mrs. Jackson put her hand on Cane's back gently and smile. Please have Mrs. Jackson say the entire quote "You still got about 30 minutes of playtime. We'll discuss this a little later sweetie. Go have some fun. I know it's tough opening up. I was just like you when I was your age" Please have Cane run out to the playground where all the students were located before venturing over to the basketballs and grabbing one. Please have Cane say the entire quote "I wanna go home. Too scary here. Mommy I miss you" quietly to himself. Please have Cane shoot some hoops as a small group of kids walk into the hoop area. Please have the kids be 6 year old Mikayla, 6 year old Jennifer, 5 year old Judy, and 7 year old Travis. Please have Travis be blonde and blue eyed and tall with a t shirt, shorts and Nikes. Please have Mikayla be blonde and blue eyed and short with overalls and a dress and Mary Janes and a pink flower in her hair. Please have Jennifer be brown haired and green eyed with long curly hair and a flowery dress and girly sandals. Please have Judy be red haired and green eyed with curly hair, a shirt, shorts and thong sandals. Please have Travis say the entire quote "Give us your ball now!" Please have Cane say the entire quote "But? But? I had it first!" Please have Travis say the entire quote "How old are you?" Please have Cane say the entire quote "5 years old. I'm a whole hand" Please have Mikayla say the entire quote "Really? When's your birthday?" Please have Cane say the entire quote "Mommy said uh April 23rd" Please have Mikayla say the entire quote "Oh darn. You were so close. I was born April 21st. But I'm 6 years old anyway making me a year older than you. Give me the ball or else we'll punish you" Please have Cane say the entire quote "This wasn't the only ball. Why are you being meanies?" Please have Mikayla say the quote "Hold still" before grabbing Cane causing him to get dizzy and lose his vision. Please have Cane open his eyes before noticing he was slightly taller and there was long blonde hair getting in his face trying to brush it away before noticing his hands were smaller. Please have Cane look down and see the dress, overalls and Mary Janes Mikayla was wearing along with the pink flower in his now female hair. Please have Mikayla say the entire quote "That's what you get. You should've given us the ball" from Cane's body. Please have Cane say the entire quote "What did you do? I want my mommy!" before covering his mouth hearing his girly voice instead of his own. Please have Travis say the entire quote "Sorry but you should've listened" Please have Cane run in fear towards the closest place where he could see his reflection feeling the Mary Jane's on his new female feet as he felt the girly dress flowing in the wind as he ran and the overalls moving around as he felt his new long blonde hair bouncing around as he ran before freezing in shock at his reflection touching the pink flower in his hair. He was now staring at 6 year old Mikayla causing him to start shaking as he looked down at his foreign body not any less bothered by his blonde hair. Please have Cane start running towards the kids and his old body cringing as he felt the Mary Janes as he ran. Please have Cane say the entire quote "I want my boy body back. I don't like being a girl" hearing his girly voice again. Please have Mikayla in his body say the entire quote "Sorry I actually like being a boy. I don't know what your name is but I'm keeping this body. Have a nice fun life being a girly girl that wears dresses and stuff. Your name is Mikayla and you're 6 years old now. Get used to it. You'll never see your family again" Please have Cane collapse in the hoop area before running in panic to a secluded area and sitting down. Please have Cane sit down causing the long blonde hair to fall in his face again before looking down and seeing the dress, overalls and Mary Janes. Please have Cane say the whole quote "I hate this. I never wanted to go to school. I'm gonna miss mommy so much. I don't wanna be a girl! I hate these girly shoes and this blue thing! I hate dresses! I hate my new girly voice! I hate my long hair! I'm not a girl! My name is Cane! My name is not Mikayla!" Please have Cane stand up before looking down at his new Mary Janes as he started walking before removing the pink flower from his blonde hair before a female recess teacher stopped him and placed the flower back in his hair causing him to cringe as he fell to the ground again crying hysterically as he squeezed his new female eyes shut hoping he was dreaming opening his eyes to see he was still in Mikayla's body not knowing he was permanently stuck in the body of Mikayla and would never go back to being Cane again having his boyhood and his old innocent life taken from him making this story have a bad and depressing ending.
Once upon a time, on a sun-drenched, warm morning, a timid 5-year-old Cane made his way into his kindergarten class for the very first time. Cane was a charming, round-faced boy with a mop of brown hair which matched his doe-like brown eyes. He was a tad shorter than his pint-sized peers, clad in a simple t-shirt, snug jeans and shoes that glittered with lights as he walked. In the heart of the lively classroom, full of rainbow posters and miniature furniture, stood a vibrant woman; she was a picture of power yet approachable. Decked with an Afro hairstyle like a halo around her face, she wore glasses that glinted under the soft sunlight streaming into the room. With a host of tattoos adorning her arms, her nails painted a fiery red and a golden wedding ring encircling her finger, this lively woman was 30-year-old Mrs. Jackson. "Good morning class. My name is Mrs. Jackson and I will be your teacher for the school year. We'll have lots of fun together. I promise I'm a lot of fun to be around, and I can't wait to get to know all of you," she elucidated with a warm smile, her bangles clinking as she adjusted her colorful wristwatch. She noticed Cane, head down, barely visible behind the tall, colorful classroom chair. A loud bell rang, announcing the first recess. Cane, too fidgety to even glance outside the window, stayed put while he saw a horde of youngsters scamper around him. Mrs. Jackson, in her soft timbre voice, said, "Hey hon, I noticed you looked a tad bit shy during my story time today and I just wanted to know if there's anything I can do to help you break out of your shell?" Cane just held his tears back as he kept his tearful eyes down. With a reassuring pat on his back, Mrs. Jackson gently told him, "You still got about 30 minutes of playtime. We'll discuss this a little later sweetie. Go have some fun. I know it's tough opening up. I was just like you when I was your age." With that, Cane scuttled toward the playground, clutching his heart that pounded like a drum against his chest. On the playground, Cane ventured over to the basketballs and began shooting hoops, talking quietly under his breath, "I wanna go home. Too scary here. Mommy I miss you." His shot proved a great stress reliever as a light sheen of sweat started to appear on his forehead. That was when he was approached by a group of four kids. Most towering among them was Travis, a 7-year-old blonde boy with piercing blue eyes. Jennifer, a brown-haired, green-eyed little lady in a flowery dress, Judy, a redhead with big, green eyes, in shorts and a shirt, and lastly, a short, blonde-haired girl, Mikayla, looking adorable in her overalls over a frilly dress, all joined Travis. Ignoring the nervous tremors shaking his tiny body, Cane found his voice, "5 years old. I'm a whole hand," he replied, flourishing his small hand. Mikayla's eyes widened, "Really? When's your birthday?" Remembering what his mom told him, Cane mumbled, "Mommy said uh, April 23rd." Mikayla smirked, “Oh, darn. You were so close. I was born April 21st. But I'm 6 years old anyway, making me a year older than you. Give me the ball, or else we'll punish you!" Cane retaliated, his voice barely above a whisper, "This wasn't the only ball. Why are you being meanies?" Then, Mikayla uttered a warning, "Hold still," before he was caught in a weird, dizzy spell. His vision blurred, and he collapsed onto his knees. When he opened his eyes, everything seemed... different. He was taller; his clothes felt restrictive and a bit too frilly for his taste. Panicking, he realized his brown locks had turned into golden blonde waves, much different from his short, messy hair. Worse, his voice was distinctly more feminine. Everything was wrong. A cold realization struck him; he was looking at the world through Mikayla’s eyes. His now towering peers seemed to be inspecting him, while Cane cataloged the strange sensations. He could feel the loose overalls over a dress and marveled at the sensation of longer hair brushing over his shoulders. Simultaneously, Mikayla's voice rang out from what seemed like his body, "That’s what you get. You should've given us the ball." Hearing Travis' male voice coming from his own body made Cane's heart pound, "Sorry but you should've listened." Fright took over Cane, and all he could do was flee. He ran across the playground, trying to evade the reality. Seeing his reflection was a punch to Cane's little gut. He could see a mirror image of Mikayla staring back at him, pink flower in her hair, overalls, and Mary Janes; proof of his estrangement from his own body. His panicked flight took him back to the group, but they were ruthlessly adamant, especially Mikayla, who seemed to enjoy being in Cane's body. "Sorry, I actually like being a boy. I don't know what your name is, but I'm keeping this body. Have a nice fun life being a girly girl that wears dresses and stuff. Your name is Mikayla, and you're six years old now. Get used to it. You'll never see your family again." Bewildered, lost, Cane fell to his knees, his world spinning. He had come to school to make friends, not to transform into a girl named Mikayla. Gripped by his circumstances, Cane wailed, "I want my boy body back. I don't like being a girl." His sobs echoed, and the cruel reality left a sour taste in his mouth. He had lost his boyhood–he was Mikayla now. And thus concluded the disheartening tale of Cane's catastrophic first day at school, stuck with the life of a girl he barely knew.
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