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Question: Question: Write me a story about 18 year old Caroline cleaning her 48 year old neighbor Denise's house. Denise was kinda known as a Karen by her neighbors as she called the police frequently and dressed in visors, sunglasses, and had the short haircut though her hair was brown. Caroline was texting her 20 year old boyfriend Mel while she was helping Denise deep clean. Denise suddenly spotted the phone in Caroline's hand snatching it. "You kids today would never survive back in my day. Glued to your cellular devices and social medias" Denise then walked into her room and to her large brown purse and put the phone in it before leaving the house to go shopping. Afraid Mel was texting her and not knowing if she was okay, Caroline snuck into Denise's room to find her phone. Seeing Denise left her purse behind, Caroline fished her phone out of the purse. As she went to respond to a text from Mel, Caroline accidentally slipped into a pair of tan leather women's flip flops belonging to Denise. This caused Caroline to accidentally throw the purse over her shoulder. Leaving Denise's room, Caroline clip clopped the smaller sandals out to the living room before slipping them off and throwing the purse on the ground dropping her phone. Before she had a chance to pick up her phone, her feet shrunk and aged into Denise's crusty older feet. Caroline freaked at the idea of becoming anything like Denise and frantically texted her boyfriend to come help her as soon as possible. As she waited, the changes spread even faster as her height decreased to just over 5 feet, her outfit changed into tan shorts and a flowery silk shirt. A visor formed on her head along with large sunglasses as her hair turned brown and in the style of Denise. Her eyes turned brown as her skin wrinkled and her arms got shorter. Her voice changed into Denise's as memories faded slowly. Grabbing her phone again, another text from Mel popped up. Reading it, Caroline had trouble with the functions of her own phone as her mind fully turned into Denise's. The new confused Denise looked down at the phone in her hand seeing another notification pop up. "Oh my Lord. How do you turn this stupid machine off? What is this? What is a Facebook? Where is this Snapchat? And the TikTok? Like the sound a clock makes? How dumb. Kids today would never make in the world before smartphones" Denise said before spotting her flip flops and her purse. Slipping on her flip flops, she clip clopped over to her purse and grabbed it throwing it over her shoulder. Walking over to the mirror, Denise admired her beauty adjusting her visor before smiling for a brief moment. She was extremely frustrated and agitated that her memory was foggy and where was that young lady who was supposed to be helping clean her house? Hearing a knock at the door, Denise answered it opening it only slightly. It was Caroline's boyfriend Mel. Before he could say anything, Denise yelled "Um excuse me! Did you not see the posted sign? NO SOLICITORS! Now leave" before slamming the door in her former boyfriend's face not knowing she used to be the very girl who told him to come to the house.
Once upon a sunny Saturday, Caroline, an 18 year old, had been tasked with cleaning her neighbour's house. The neighbour in question was Denise, a 48 year old woman known around the block as a Karen due to her frequent calls to the police and her distinguishing style of visors, sunglasses, and a short, brown haircut. Caroline was doing her best to manage the work, all while casually texting her boyfriend, Mel, who was two years her senior. Suddenly, Denise noticed Caroline's phone in her hands and snatched it away. She chastised, "You kids today would never survive back in my day. Glued to your cellular devices and social medias..." Denise shook her head and, without a second thought, she stuffed Caroline's phone into her large brown purse and left the house for a shopping spree. Concerned, Caroline decided to get her phone back from Denise's room. She rummaged through Denise's purse and found her phone. Just as she was about to respond to a text from Mel, she accidentally slipped into a pair of Denise’s tan leather flip flops. Losing her balance, she involuntarily slung the purse over her shoulder. Nervously, she clip-clopped her way out of Denise's room and into the living room. Suddenly, she felt a chilling sensation creeping over her feet. Looking down, she gasped in surprise as she saw her feet had turned into Denise's – older, wrinkled, and crusty. Panicking, she texted Mel to come to her rescue. But soon, the transformation took a terrifying pace. Her height shortened, her jaunty clothes morphed into tan shorts and a flowery silk shirt—the signature style of Denise. A visor and sunglasses materialized on her head as her hair turned brown and cropped short. Her skin aged rapidly and her voice turned raspy like Denise's. Hysterically, she picked up her phone again and a text from Mel appeared. However, operating her phone started to feel alien as her memories began to fade and get replaced with Denise's. Caroline was becoming Denise and she lacked the understanding to operate a “silly cellular device.” Confused, her new persona, Denise exclaimed while looking at unidentified app notifications, "What is this? What is a Facebook? Where is this Snapchat? And the TikTok? Like the sound a clock makes? These kids today...they'd never survive in the world before smartphones!" Now fully immersed in Denise's character, she effortlessly slid her feet into Denise's flip flops and clip-clopped her way to the mirror. The woman staring back at her was a spitting image of Denise. Looking down at her outfit, she picked up the forgotten purse from the floor and draped it over her shoulder. She wondered for a moment where that young girl Caroline, who was supposed to be cleaning, had gone. Suddenly, a knock on the door jolted her out from her thoughts. She opened the door to Mel. But before he could utter a word, Denise yelled out "Um excuse me! Did you not see the posted sign? NO SOLICITORS! Now leave!" She slammed the door, clueless of the fact that she’d just yelled at the very person Caroline had texted for help. The irony of her bewilderment went unnoticed as Denise, once Caroline, returned to the mirror, once again lost in contemplation.
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