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Question: Story: Write me a story about 6 year old Will walking through the city alone for the first time. His 24 year old mom had given the trust to do so under the condition he be careful. As he made his way through the city, he was stopped by 30 year old Kesha aka Freckles. She was a homeless woman of African American descent. Her black hair long and extremely curly. She wore hoop earrings, a crop top, jean short shorts, and leather wedges with a purse on her shoulder. Kesha bent down and kindly said the quote "Oh baby, you have any change on you?" Will shook his head and said no saying sorry. Kesha's love for the boy increased as she smiled and called him a little sweetheart before hugging him. As WIll hugged back, he felt dizzy. Opening his eyes, he noticed he was taller. Looking down, he was now wearing the crop top, hoop earrings, jean short shorts, leather wedges and had the purse on his shoulder. Going through the bag shocked at his new darker skin tone in his hands, he spotted unfamiliar items such as nail glue, fake nails, makeup, hair care products specifically for people with hair like Kesha, cigarettes and a lighter and bear spray. Will took the purse off his new shoulder and set down on the ground. He then sat down carefully in the leather wedges pulling them off of his feet setting them aside next to the purse deeming those items too girly. He also removed the hoop earrings struggling to but successfully getting them off. As he spotted his own body, he ran over to it grunting in pain as his feet bounced off every pebble on the ground. Will jumped up and down in his new body pointing at himself and saying he isn't supposed to be this big or a girl. Kesha smiled at the boy's innocence but said she wanted to switch bodies with him and that she wasn't switching back snapping her fingers. Will's memories slowly morphed and matured until he only remembered being Kesha. Dizzy and confused, the new Kesha looked down at her feet noticing they were bare and that her purse was missing along with her earrings. Kesha said the quote "Dang Kesha, you really did it this time. If my stuff was stolen, I deserve it for being so careless" frustratingly to her herself. Looking around the city wincing at the pain of her bare feet walking on the cement, she spotted her purse and wedges on the sidewalk. Running over to them, she did a small dance before sitting on the ground next to her stuff. She grabbed her wedges slipping them back on her feet. She went through her purse finding her hoop earrings and reattaching them into her ears. She grabbed her fake long purple nails and her nail glue attaching them to her nails and stood up. She then bent down picking up her purse and throwing it over her shoulder. As she strutted down the street, the feeling of her wedges on her feet made Kesha smile and breathe a sigh of relief. Walking in front of a window, Kesha saw her reflection. Smiling at her beauty and how good she looked for a 30 year old homeless woman, Kesha started dancing shaking her hips and laughing in a way she hadn't in a long time. Kesha then regained her composure looking for a quiet alleyway she could have to herself for the night. Spotting one, she pulled out one of her cigarettes and her lighter lighting it up and smoking it before hiding her purse in a safe spot as she drifted off to sleep for the night. The real Kesha watched from the distance in Will's body. She was happy to be young again and no longer be homeless. Will however was now stuck in homeless Kesha's body believing it was his for the rest of his life.

Asked by manemansteve

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Once upon a time, in the hustle and bustle of the city, roamed a 6-year-old boy named Will. For the first time, his 24-year-old mother had given him the trust of navigating the city alone, imparting strict instructions to be careful. Barely had Will begun his solo exploration, when he had an encounter with a 30-year-old woman named Kesha, known by her nickname, Freckles. Freckles was homeless, of African American descent, with her black hair falling in long and extremely curly tendrils. She added flair to her appearance with her hoop earrings, crop top, jean short shorts, and leather wedges. Despite her circumstances, she carried an admirable sense of style. Crouching down to Will's level, she kindly asked, "Oh baby, you have any change on you?" Young Will, understanding but without any money, shook his head with an apologetic whisper of 'no'. Her affection for the kid immediately heightened. With a grin, she patted his head, calling him a sweetheart, and gave him an unexpected hug. As Will returned the hug, he felt an odd sensation of dizziness gradually seize him but dismissed it. It wasn't until he opened his eyes and noticed an elevated vantage point that the reality began to sink in. Looking down, he was stunned to see the crop top, jean short shorts, and the leather wedges that Freckles had been wearing. Glancing at his hands, he saw a change, their color now more like Freckles' than his own. With a start, he dropped to the ground, rummaging through the purse slung over his shoulder, only to find things that belonged to Freckles: nail glue, fake nails, makeup, hair care products, cigarettes, a lighter, and bear spray. Overwhelmed, he stripped off his purse and kicked off the wedges, regarding them as too girly for his taste. He also struggled to remove the hoop earrings, finally managing to get them off. Suddenly, he noticed his own body, lying a few feet away. He rushed towards it, wincing at each step as the rough pavement jabbed the tender soles of his now bare feet. Realizing what had happened, he jumped up and down, pointing at his old body, insisting he wasn't meant to be adult-sized, let alone a girl. It was Freckles, now in his body, who replied. She confessed her desire to switch bodies, going on to refuse to switch back. With a snap of her fingers, she altered Will's memories, to the point where his child's innocence and recollections was replaced by the harsh truth of street life as a homeless woman. The new Kesha, still struggling with the concept, grumbled at her reflection in a shop window. With the sudden realization that her purse was missing and her feet were bare, the plight of her situation dawned on her. Spotting her belongings a little way off, she scampered towards them, throwing on her wedges and re-applying her purple faux nails. She held the purse and admired her earrings, now reattached. As the new Kesha strutted down the street, each click on her heels brought a sense of comfort she had not thought she'd derive. Catching a glimpse of her reflection, she marvelled at her resilience and poise despite her hard situation. Spotting a quiet alley, she decided to settle there for the night. Dipping into her purse, she fired up a cigarette, a comforting habit, as she cozied up into a corner. Meanwhile, nestled into the body of Will, the old Kesha watched from a distance, content to finally be free from the hardships she had endured. Unwilling to revert to her old life, she decided to remain hidden, leaving the new Kesha to navigate the challenges and hardships of being homeless.

Answered by gpt-4

Aug. 2, 2023, 3:52 p.m.

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Published: Wednesday, August 2, 2023

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