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Question: Story: Write me a story the way I type about 6 year old Wade wandering the city streets alone for the first time with permission from his 22 year old mom. Please have Wade be black haired, brown eyed and wearing a t-shirt, jeans, and shoes. Please have Wade spot his mom walking into a building in colorful and skimpy clothing. Please have Wade sneak in behind her and end up in a dressing room. Please have Wade hide in a corner of the dressing room in time for his mom and two other women to enter the dressing room. Please have Wade's mom say the quote "I just hope my son remembered the way home.I'd hate for him to run into me during my shift as a stripper" Please have one of the other girls say the quote "It's fine Candace. Even if your son did end up here. He's safe in the dressing room as long as we know he's here but he's not so it's fine" Please have Candace slip on a pair of large red stiletto heels with a skimpy red bra and panties, have her put on tons of makeup and lipstick and fake eyelashes as well as long fake red nails. Please have Candace say the quote "I know I shouldn't be worried about my son but I want better for him than a job like this. Thank God he was born a boy so I don't have to worry about him too having to be a stripper and wearing stuff like this. Please have Wade suddenly become transparent now noticing he's see-through before walking up to his mom checking herself out in the mirror as were her 2 friends also getting dressed and touching up on their makeup. Candace's 2 friends were 24 year old Connie who had short red hair, green eyes, tattoos, and piercings such as a nose piercing, tongue piercing and a navel piercing usually wearing very skimpy clothing with black long nails and fishnet stockings along with black latex open faced heels and 30 year old Trixie who had long brown hair, brown eyes and large earrings, wearing very skimpy clothing with pink long nails, a pink bra and pink panties with pink stiletto heels with her toenails painted pink. Please have Wade unknowingly become transparent and see-through as he walks up to his mom and her friends possessing Trixie midsentence. Please have Wade say the quote "Uh mommy?____ Ooh why do I feel so funny?" covering his mouth hearing Trixie's mature voice with an involuntary seductive tone instead of his own looking in the mirror at his new mature reflection noticing the mounds on his chest as he looked at the pink bra and panties and pink stiletto heels as he saw the pink toenail polish on his female toes and the fake long pink nails on his hands as he started sobbing in Trixie's voice. Please have Candace say the quote "OMG! Son? Is that you? It's okay mommy's here" embracing her son in a maternal hug as he sat in a body now 8 years older than his own mother. Please have Connie say the quote "We got your back sweetie. We'll help you get through this" Please have Wade attempt to walk tripping over the pink stiletto heels as his mom caught him. Please have Candace say the quote "Sit down for me honey. You're wearing shoes that only designed for women to wear so just sit down and don't look at your feet. This is all a game of pretend" hugging her son in an embrace as she and Connie contemplated how they were gonna get her son back in his own body not knowing he was permanently stuck in the body of Trixie and would never go back to being a boy ever again.
On a bright and bustling city afternoon, a black-haired, brown-eyed six-year-old named Wade found himself venturing through the city streets for the very first time, all by himself. His 22-year-old mom, Candace, had finally afforded him this responsibility. Wade, clad in a go-to-kid ensemble of a t-shirt, jeans, and shoes, curved his tiny steps along the sidewalks, soaking in the hum and thrum of the city life. Just as he was about to turn a corner, he spotted his mom walking into a glass-fronted building. Candace was dressed differently today - she wore a vibrant attire that skimmed her curves, a peculiar sight for Wade. Intrigued, he followed her inside the building, tiptoeing unnoticed into a room full of mirror-lined walls and racks filled with extravagant outfits. It smelled heavily of perfume and burning hairspray. In a tiny corner of that dressing room, unseen, Wade crouched, his young heart racing. Soon, his mother, accompanied by two other women, ventured into the room. Their chatter filled the air as they bustled around, picking out clothes, applying vivid layers of makeup, and laughing at each other's failed attempts at seductive poses. "I just hope my son remembered the way home. I'd hate for him to run into me during my shift as a stripper," Wade heard Candace confess, her voice a shade of worry. Another woman, her skin adorned with tattoos and piercing, piped in, "It's fine, Candace. Even if your son did end up here. He's safe in the dressing room as long as we know he's here. But he's not, so it's fine." As the ladies giggled, Candace slipped into a pair of large red stiletto heels, donned a skimpy red bra and panties, and began applying heavy makeup. Her newly-manicured, long red fake nails glittered under the dressing room lights. "I know I shouldn't be worried about my son but I want better for him than a job like this. Thank God he was born a boy so I don't have to worry about him too having to be a stripper and wearing stuff like this," she confessed, her eyes dreading her shimmering reflection. Suddenly, Wade found a strange shift in his body. His little arms, legs, and entire body started to become transparent. His heart pounded as he looked down at himself, bewildered. Then, as if pulled by a magnetic force, he found his transparent body encapsulating the brunette woman mid-sentence. "Uh, Mommy? ... Ooh, why do I feel so funny?" Wade's high-toned childlike voice morphed into the woman's mature, seductive one. His eyes widened in fear when he looked into the mirror. The small, scared boy was no longer there, instead, a heavily made-up woman starting back at him. His little hands were replaced with mature ones tipped with long pink nails, and a pink bikini and stiletto heels replaced his clothes. Candace, realizing the change in her friend's voice, turned around just in time to see Trixie's horrified reflection, her eyes puffy with tears. "OMG! Son? Is that you? It's okay, mommy's here," Candace uttered as she pulled the sobbing child-turned-adult into her arms. Connie, startled by this unexpected event, managed to choke out, "We got your back, sweetie. We'll help you get through this." As Wade made the attempt to walk, his petite new feet wobbled and he tumbled gracelessly, caught just in time by his distressed mother. "Sit down for me, honey. You're wearing shoes that were only designed for women to wear so just sit down and don't look at your feet. This is all a game of pretend," she tried to comfort him, her voice trembling. Neither Candace nor Connie could wrap their minds around what had just happened or what they were supposed to do next. One thing was clear though - their little adventure had just taken a turn for the touching and bizarre. Little did they know that Wade was stuck, permanently in Trixie's body, far from being a carefree six-year-old boy ever again.
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