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Question: 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 Jennifer say the entire quote "Really? When's your birthday?" Please have Cane say the entire quote "Mommy said uh April 23rd" Please have Jennifer 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 Jennifer 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 brown long curly hair getting in his face trying to brush it away before noticing his hands were smaller. Please have Cane look down and see the short flowery dress and girly sandals Jennifer was wearing. Please have Mikayla say the entire quote "That's what you get. You should've given us the ball" 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 girly sandals clip clopping on his new female feet as he felt the girly dress flowing in the wind as he ran and he felt his new long curly brown hair bouncing around as he ran before freezing in shock at his reflection. He was now staring at 6 year old Jennifer causing him to start shaking as he looked down at his foreign body not any less bothered by his long curly brown hair. Please have Cane start running towards the kids and his old body cringing as he felt the girly sandals clip clopping as he ran. Please have Cane say the entire quote "Please I want my boy body back. I don't like being a girl" Please have Jennifer 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 Jennifer 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 brown curly hair hair to fall in his face again before looking down and seeing the short flowery dress and girly sandals. 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 sandals! Sandals are girly! I hate dresses! I hate my new girly voice! I'm not a girl! My name is Cane! My name is not Jennifer!" in his new girl voice crying hysterically as he squeezed his new female eyes shut hoping he was dreaming opening his eyes to see he was still in Jennifer's body not knowing he was permanently stuck in the body of Jennifer 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 bright sunny morning, a brown-haired, brown-eyed, 5 year old boy named Cane walked nervously into his new classroom, sporting a simple t-shirt, jeans, and his favorite pair of light-up shoes. Despite the infectious energy of the other students, Cane remained reserved as he shyly made his way to the back of the room. His teacher, a vivacious, 30-year-old African American woman, named Mrs. Jackson, stood at the front of the room. Mrs. Jackson was adorned in a short brown dress, short shorts, and brown flip flops with numerous tattoos decorating her arms, red nails and a wedding ring signifying her exciting life outside school. She stroked her afro cut hair and adjusted her glasses, greeting the giddy students with a warm smile and hoop earrings sparkling under the fluorescent lights. "Good morning class. My name is Mrs. Jackson and I'll 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," Mrs. Jackson announced. As she made her bubbly introduction, she spotted Cane with his head down, observing him silently. When the bell rang for the first recess, Mrs. Jackson proceeded to release all the children leaving Cane behind. "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?" she asked, placing a comforting hand on his back. Cane was almost brought to tears and kept his head down. Smiling, Mrs. Jackson said, "You've 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," she said and sent him off to join his classmates. Tentatively, Cane hit the playground and, amidst the hustle and bustle, found some courage to fetch a basketball. As he timidly cradled the ball, he mumbled to himself, "I wanna go home. Too scary here. Mommy, I miss you," before shooting some tentative hoops. Soon, a small group of kids, 6-year-olds Mikayla and Jennifer, 5-year-old Judy, and 7-year-old Travis, sauntered over to Cane. Travis, the oldest among them, demanded, "Give us your ball now!" Cane protested in his small, timid voice, "But? But? I had it first!" The discussion spiraled into a debate about age and birthdays, with Jennifer insisting on having the ball because she was a year older than Cane. Amidst the discourse, Jennifer took hold of Cane, causing him to become dizzy and disoriented. When he opened his eyes, he was taken aback. He was taller and felt brown, long, curly hair brushing against his face. He looked down to discover he now adorned a short flowery dress and girly sandals. He looked just like Jennifer. Horrified, Cane screamed, "What did you do? I want my mommy!" but the voice that echoed didn't belong to him. It was a light, girly voice. Travis retorted, "Sorry, but you should've listened." In fear and confusion, Cane sprinted to the nearest mirror only to validate his dread when he looked at Jennis on the ground. His fear morphing into panic, Cane ran back to the other kids to plead for his body back. But Jennifer, now inside Cane's body replied, "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 Jennifer and you're 6 years old now. Get used to it. You'll never see your family again." And so it was. Heartbroken, frightened and in denial, Cane roamed the playground in the body of a 6-year-old girl named Jennifer. As he sat down, his long curly brown hair fell into his face, and he squeezed his eyes shut, repeating, "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 sandals! Sandals are girly! I hate dresses! I hate my new girly voice! I'm not a girl! My name is Cane! My name is not Jennifer!" But when he opened his eyes, he was still a girl. His heart sank further, and he sat alone on the playground cringing as the reality of his new existence settled. The story of Cane, a 5-year-old boy who just wanted to fit in on his first day of school, ended, leaving behind a 6-year-old girl named Jennifer, trapped forever in a life she never asked for.
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