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Question: Story: Write me a story the way I write about 8 year old Izzy on her way from school by herself for the first time with permission from her 25 year old mom. Please have Izzy be brown haired and brown eyed with jeans, a sweater and black shoes with her backpack. Please have Izzy be walking home through her busy city as she spots something in a nearby forested area through the bushes. Please have Izzy walk up to what ends up being a pair of worn platform sandals with foil surrounding them. Please have Izzy say the quote "Wonder what these shoes feel like? Hope mommy doesn't find out" Please have Izzy set her backpack down before taking her shoes and socks off and slipping her feet into the platform sandals before smelling the shoes and getting grossed out. Please have Izzy go to remove the sandals when her feet start morphing and aging into a perfect fit for the platform sandals as her feet mature and her toes get dirty and scratched up. Please have Izzy say the quote "What's happening? Mommy! Help! I don't wanna become a grown up!" crying as her clothes evaporated off her as her legs matured and got dirty and scratched up and bruised and her chest area matured as mounds formed and her arms matured and got dirty and scratched up and bruised as her fingernails got dirt under them. Please have her brown hair turn blonde and short and matted as her eyes changed to a dull blue and her jaw sunk and her teeth matured before rotting as her face got dirty and scratched up and matted as her voice matured into a raggedy toothless pitch. Please have a dirty white bra and panties form on Izzy's new body as tattoos formed randomly on her with descriptions of where and what the tattoos were. Please have ripped short shorts and a worn out tank top form on Izzy's new body as Izzy completes her transformation into 44 year old homeless woman Claire. Please have Izzy's memories slowly change as she cries and her words change midsentence "Mommy! Please! I just wanna go____ Wait! Where am I? Oh wait! Am I wearing my platform sandals? Oh my God! Yay! They're still right where I left them. Perfect. How did I get back here though?" Please have Claire notice the backpack she no longer remembered owning picking it up. Please have Claire go through it dumping it out. Please have Claire say the quote "Nice backpack. Can't remember where I left my purse so this is mine now. Sorry little girl whoever you are but I need this more than you do" Please have Claire walk out of the wooded area past some of her former classmates as the classmates snickered at her not knowing she was formerly Izzy. Please have Claire say the quote "You got a fucking problem? You girls have no idea how to be ladylike! Sorry I'm fucking homeless and addicted but this could be you one day" before stomping off and sitting down in an alleyway. Please have Claire look in a nearby broken mirror at her reflection smiling before looking down at her feet. Please have Claire say the quote "I still remember finding these sandals in a dumpster behind a department store brand fucking new. So happy I saved them because they're part of what makes me Claire" before falling asleep having no memory of being 8 year old Izzy.

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Once upon a time in a busy city, there was a young and vibrant brown-haired, brown-eyed 8-year-old girl named Izzy. Her fashion choices stood out among her peers; her jeans, a cozy sweater, and black shoes undoubtedly reflected her unique personality. Izzie's tiny backpack clung to her back, filled with her precious essentials, as she walked on her own from school for the first time in the crowded city. On her way home, Izzy was drawn to a mysterious sight from the corner of her eye near the forested area. She veered off her usual homeward route, driven by irresistible curiosity. As she pushed through the bushes, she discovered a pair of worn platform sandals mysteriously surrounded by foil. "Wonder what these shoes feel like? Hope mommy doesn't find out," Izzy remarked to herself mischievously. Setting her backpack down, she slipped off her shoes and socks and cautiously stepped into the platform sandals. However, the soon unfamiliar odor caused her nose to crinkle in disgust. But as Izzy attempted to take off the sandals, she was taken aback. Her feet began morphing, her childhood innocence stolen as her feet aged and matured. Dirt etched onto her toes as they grew calloused, scratched up, and transformed into the feet of an adult. "What's happening? Mommy! Help! I don't wanna become a grown up!" Izzy cried, tears coursing down her cheeks. Her clothes evaporated off her, her body transforming at an alarming pace. Her legs, arms, and chest matured, all becoming dirty, scratched up and bruised. Her once beautiful brown hair faded into a matted blonde. The brilliant brown eyes she had resembled murky pools. Izzy’s jaw sunk, and her small child-like teeth decayed. Her innocent voice, once like a melody, twisted into a raggedy and toothless pitch. Her now aged body was soon covered by dirty white bra and panties, short ripped shorts, and a worn-out tank top. Tattoos mysteriously formed on Izzy's new body, a colorful assortment of semblances and symbols spread across her matured skin. The once 8-year-old Izzy had transformed, completely morphed into a 44-year-old homeless woman named Claire. "Mommy! Please! I just wanna go... Wait! Where am I? Oh wait! Am I wearing my platform sandals? Oh my God! Yay! They're still right where I left them." Her memories were slowly replaced as her tears fell and words changed mid-thought. Noticing the odd backpack that no longer reminded her of the past, she opened it and dumped its contents. "Nice backpack. Can't remember where I left my purse so this is mine now. Sorry little girl whoever you are, but I need this more than you do," she mumbled. Claire then found herself walking past her former classmates, who snickered at her new appearance, oblivious she was once Izzy. "You got a fucking problem? You girls have no idea how to be ladylike! Sorry I'm fucking homeless and addicted, but this could be you one day," Claire shouted, her voice filled with a bitter fury. She then stumbled to a secluded alleyway and sat down with a sigh. A broken mirror lay nearby, reflecting back her new existence. Despite her turmoil, Claire found solace, a sense of self, in the reflection staring back at her. "I still remember finding these sandals in a dumpster behind a department store brand fucking new. So happy I saved them because they're part of what makes me Claire," she whispered before giving into exhaustion and drifting off to sleep, no fragments of 8-year-old Izzy lingering in her memory.

Answered by gpt-4

Feb. 12, 2024, 10:20 p.m.

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Published: Monday, February 12, 2024

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