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Question: Story: Write me a story the way I write about 10 year old Sammie at home while her 40 year old dad Rob gets ready to go out with his 30 year old girlfriend Jewel. Rob's wife divorced him recently and he had just started dating again. Jewel was very materialistic and selfish always expecting the most. Jewel had black hair and brown eyes and always the most posh style clothes and shoes and jewelry and a pound of makeup on. Sammie had been raised better by her father and had a much kinder and softer heart towards men than Jewel. One day while Rob and Jewel were out on yet another expensive date, Sammie sneaked into their room. She was disgusted at all the expensive clothing, heels and other items but noticed Jewel left her diamond encrusted purse behind as well as her iPhone inside her purse. Climbing the shelves carefully to reach the purse, she managed to open Jewel's phone finding nasty text messages about Rob. Vowing to expose her, Sammie lost grip of the shelf knocking Jewel's purse over her shoulder and landing in a pair of Jewel's platform sandals. Waddling to her own room, she kicked off the platforms and threw off the purse. Please have Sammie say the quote "God! Jewel's things are so extra and stuck-up. My dad is too sweet for her and she's such a big meanie to him" Suddenly, her feet started growing into Jewel's complete with her pedicure. Please have Sammie say the quote "Oh! Nooooooo! I don't wanna be mean like Jewel!" The changes accelerated as her arms and legs matured. Her torso and body matured as she gained Jewel's boobs. Her fingers gaining a manicure. Her head turning into Jewel's as she gained black hair and brown eyes and her voice matured into Jewel's pitch. Her outfit turning into a skimpy crop top and short shorts and an engagement ring. Please have Sammie hope she can be a better woman than Jewel but have her hopes be crushed as she sees visions of herself as Jewel being just as mean as the real Jewel. Eventually, she only remembered ever being mean like Jewel. The new Jewel looked around the bedroom confused by why she was home. She then noticed she was in Sammie's room and scoffed in disgust. Please have Jewel say the quote "What the fuck am I doing in here? This room smells like slutty jealous little girl" Jewel then noticed her platform sandals and her purse in the room. Please have Jewel grab her platform sandals slipping them on her feet and pick up her purse throwing it over her shoulder. Jewel noticed her phone on the ground in the room and picked it up tucking it back in her purse. Jewel then looked herself over in Sammie's mirror. Please have Jewel walk back to her bedroom strutting slowly as she did as she loved the sound of her platforms hitting the floor. Please have Jewel put on lots of lipstick and makeup as she gets ready to go out and cheat on Rob behind his back. Please have Jewel pull her car keys out of her purse and start strutting towards her car and start laughing. Please have Jewel say the quote "Rob is such a fucking loser! Honestly, don't know how he thinks I actually give a damn about him when he looks like that and I look like this. Can't wait to meet up with that guy at that nice restaurant. He better be paying for everything or he can forget about me putting out tonight" Please have Jewel say the quote "I love being such a sexy bitch. All I need to do is show off my body to that any ugly guy and I get whatever I want" before driving off having no memory of being 10 year Sammie or wanting to be a better Jewel than the real one.
Sammie, a sweet-hearted ten-year-old, was home alone once again. Her recently divorced dad, Rob, was in the next room getting ready for a night out with his new girlfriend, Jewel. Jewel was quite a contrast to Sammie. The thirty-year-old was a materialistic, selfish woman with a liking for expensive clothes, high heels, and Elizabeth Taylor styled jewelry. She was famed for her ocean of makeup on a face which boasted raven hair and enchanting brown eyes, but beneath those eyes held a stark coldness that was everything Sammie was not. That particular day, as Sammie sat alone while Rob and Jewel prepared to leave for yet another pricey dinner, she made a brave move. Standing on her tiptoes, she sneaked into Jewel's ultra-posh room, struggling to suppress her disgust at the sight of the glittering heap of luxury that lay around. Her adventurous eyes fell upon Jewel's prized possession, a diamond-encrusted purse casually left behind with her iPhone peeking out. The brave girl climbed the shelves skillfully, reached out to the purse, her heart pounding as she flicked open Jewel's phone. To her utter disappointment, she stumbled upon cruel text messages about her dear father. The sight was shocking and at that moment she decided, Jewel's true nature must be exposed. But as destiny had it, while aiming to protect her father from Jewel's wickedness, Sammie's footing faltered. "God! Jewel's things are so extra and stuck-up. My dad is too sweet for her and she's such a big meanie to him" she vented out loud. The diamond-encrusted purse went flying over her shoulder, landing a loud thud right inside a pair of Jewel's strutting platform sandals. The aftershock of the wobble sent a sudden wave of transformation over the innocent girl. "Oh! Nooooooo! I don't wanna be mean like Jewel!" Sammie wailed in desperation, but the changes didn’t stop. Her petite body began to mature, her arms and legs lengthened, her chest filled out to mimic Jewel's figure, her fingers morphed into the shape of Jewel's manicured ones. Black hair sprouted from her petite skull, brown eyes replaced blue ones and her voice-filled maturity, matching Jewel's pitch. As her clothes transformed into a revealing crop top and short shorts, the jewel-studded engagement ring appeared on her finger. Sammie's hopes of being a better version of Jewel with this new appearance were destroyed as visions of herself, mean and materialistic as Jewel flashed before her. Suddenly, the newest version of Jewel found herself dazed, looking around a room she didn’t recognize. "What the fuck am I doing in here? This room smells like slutty jealous little girl" she scoffed, showing clear disapproval for Sammie's humble room. Spotting her sandals and purse, she chuckled, "Silly girl, playing with my things". She gracefully slipped her feet into the platforms, the purse flung over her shoulder, picking her iPhone from the floor she tucked it into her purse nonchalantly. Looking at herself in the mirror, Jewel appreciated what she saw, as full of herself as ever. She strutted towards the door, a smirk playing on her lips, the resonating clunk of her platforms proving to be perfect background music. She entered her boudoir with an air of extravagance, applying layers of lipstick and mask-like makeup, readying herself to deceive Rob once more. Upon dressing, Jewel sauntered outside, keys jingling in her purse, and a wicked laugh echoed in the empty halls. "Rob is such a fucking loser! Honestly, don't know how he thinks I actually give a damn about him when he looks like that, and I look like this. Can't wait to meet up with that guy at that nice restaurant. He better be paying for everything or he can forget about me putting out tonight" As she stepped into her luxury car, a final quote slipped from her lips, "I love being such a sexy bitch. All I need to do is show off my body to any ugly guy, and I get whatever I want." It ended there, driving off into the night, any shred of ten-year-old Sammie forgotten, and Jewel emerged, as self-centered and dismissive as ever.
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