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Question: Story: Write me a story the way I write about 9 year old Zoey shopping alone for the first time with permission from her 25 year old mom. Please have Zoey be black haired and brown eyed with a sweater, jeans and black sneakers as Zoey wasn't much of a girly girl and more of a tomboy, she also preferred a backpack over a purse and never wore makeup, nail polish or jewelry. Please have Zoey happily find her candy bar of choice and pay for it before leaving only to bump into 43 year old Gabby aka Goo-Goo. She was a homeless woman who had been homeless since she was 17. Please have Gabby have short blonde hair, blue eyes, missing teeth, earrings, a tank tank top, short shorts and leather wedges with a black purse on her shoulder as well as sunglasses and a cigarette in her mouth. Please have Gabby walk up to Zoey and say the quote "Hey hon, do you have any more money on you?" Please have Zoey say the quote "Here you go ma'am. Some money" Please have Gabby say the quote "Of course you say no. I'm so fucking sick of this shit!" before grabbing Zoey. Please have Zoey say the quote "Ow! Miss let go______ that fucking hurts!" finishing the sentence in an older and more aggressive voice causing her to freak out and start shaking. Please have Zoey realize she's wearing sunglasses pulling them up seeing her hands looked rougher and older as she looked down to see a tank top, short shorts and leather wedges and felt a purse on her shoulder and earrings in her ears. Please have Gabby say the quote "That's what you get! Saying no to a homeless woman! You ungrateful little girl!" Please have Zoey say the quote "You fucking bitch! I gave you so much damn money! Not my fault you wanted so many cigarettes!" covering her mouth wondering why she was being so aggressive when Gabby in Zoey's body ran off saying she was never swapping back. Please have Gabby's sunglasses fall down over Zoey's new blue eyes pulling them up and off again. Please have Zoey look at the purse on her shoulder and the wedges on her feet and the earrings in her ears. Please have Zoey stumble in the wedges to an alleyway as night time rolled around and have Zoey see her reflection in a mirror in the alleyway seeing the older woman. Please have Zoey smile first noticing her missing teeth getting grossed out and tearing up. Please have Zoey look down at the wedges removing them and taking the purse off her shoulder and yanking out the earrings before looking at her reflection in the mirror again. Please have Zoey say the quote "This is so messed up and so wrong! I freaking hate these shoes and this purse and those earrings! So so girly! And I was using bad words! And I still have this tank top and short shorts that feels girly! I didn't do anything wrong! I'm gonna miss mommy so much! I'm older than her now and I hate having blonde hair and blue eyes! I look nothing like mommy now!" in Gabby's voice crying her eyes out knowing she was never swapping back.
Once upon a time in a bustling suburban neighborhood lived a 9-years-old tomboy named Zoey. She was an usual girl with spirited black hair, brown eyes and a penchant for sweaters, jeans, and black sneakers. Unlike most girls her age, she preferred carrying a backpack rather than a purse, and never sported makeup, nail polish, or jewelry. One fine day, her 25-year-old mother gave Zoey the permission to shop alone for the first time, and like any kid, she was thrilled. Under the fluorescent aisles of the grocery store, Zoey was on a mission: to find her favourite candy bar. After much searching, she finally found it and happily made her way to the counter to pay. With the sweet feeling of accomplishment upon buying something on her own for the first time, she exited the store and her world collided with that of a 43-year-old homeless woman named Gabby, or Goo-Goo as the locals knew her. Gabby had been homeless since she was 17 and had short blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and a number of missing teeth. She was a rather eccentric character, always seen wearing a tank top, short shorts, and leather wedges. A black purse hung from her shoulder, sunglasses perched atop her head, and an ever-present cigarette in her mouth. "Hey hon, do you have any more money on you?" Gabby asked Zoey, her voice laced with desperation. Zoey, feeling uneasy, handed her some money and politely replied, "Here you go ma'am. Some money". The blue-eyed woman reacted with unexpected anger, "Of course you say no. I'm so fucking sick of this shit!" She said, manhandling Zoey, gripping her arm tightly. "Ow! Miss let go, that fucking hurts!" Zoey exclaimed, her voice, surprisingly, came out far older and more aggressive, startling both Gabby and herself. The confusion didn't end there. Zoey realized that she was the one wearing sunglasses now and, pulling them up, she saw her hands looked worn and older. Her once comfortable outfit had been replaced with Gabby's tank top, short shorts, and wedged shoes. She felt the weight of the black purse on her shoulder and the tingling sensation of the earrings in her ears. "That's what you get! Saying no to a homeless woman! You ungrateful little girl!" Gabby argued, now appearing oddly young before she disappeared into the crowd, leaving Zoey in her older body. Feeling a surge of anger, Zoey exclaimed, "You fucking bitch! I gave you so much damn money! Not my fault you wanted so many cigarettes!" She quickly covered her mouth, shocked by the harsh tone and aggressive language coming out of her new persona. As night fell, she stumbled into an alleyway on the unfamiliar wedges. Catching her reflection in a mirror, her blue eyes mirrored back at her, and it became real – she was trapped in the body of the homeless woman. At first, she smiled only for her joy to evaporate as she noticed her missing teeth, leaving her quite grossed out. In frustration, she took off the wedges, discarded the purse and yanking out the earrings, hating every bit of her new girlish accessories. She stared back at the mirror, with teary eyes and cried, "This is so messed up and so wrong! I freaking hate these shoes and this purse and those earrings! So so girly! And I was using bad words! And I still have this tank top and short shorts that feels girly! I didn't do anything wrong! I'm gonna miss mommy so much! I'm older than her now and I hate having blonde hair and blue eyes! I look nothing like mommy now!". Her words echoed in the empty alleyway, reflecting her newfound sorrow and hardship. Concluding her day, she cried herself to sleep not as the black-haired brown-eyed 9 year old Zoey, but as the homeless Gabby with blonde hair and blue eyes.
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