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Question: Question: Story: Write me a story the way I write about 8 year old Ken at home with his 45 year old mom Mandy. Please have Ken be brown haired and blue eyed with a t-shirt, jeans and light up shoes. Please have Mandy be dirty blonde haired with neck length hair, green eyed and have makeup, lipstick, earrings, a necklace, a wristwatch, a wedding ring, her nails painted purple, a v-neck shirt, knee length skintight pants, and raised sandals. Please have Ken be planning on going to his first sleepover at his friend Jenny's who he had a crush on. Please have Ken find out Jenny likes him too getting extremely excited as he waited for his mom to drive him over there. Please have Mandy say the quote "Hey honey, I was wondering if we could push back your sleepover? Your father and I wanted to go to a special restaurant with you" Please have Ken say the quote "I guess mommy. I haven't told Jenny what day we're coming. She just said she was excited to see me" Please have Mandy say the quote "That's wonderful honey. Thank you. I love you and appreciate you" removing her raised sandals, her purse, her wrist watch, her necklace, her earrings and her wedding ring. Please have Mandy then approach Ken gripping his arms tight. Please have Ken say the quote "Ow mommy! What are_____ you doing? That hurts" finishing the sentence in a feminine tone exactly like his mom scaring him to death. Please have Mandy in Ken's body say the quote "I switched our bodies so you can't go over to your girlfriend's house cause you're not skimping out on family time with us" Please have Ken say the quote "I said it was fine mommy. Please swap us back! I don't wanna be a girl and I really like Jenny" Please have Mandy say the quote "Sorry but you are a 45 year old woman so liking a little girl is kinda creepy and your name is Mandy now and you have a husband. You need to finish getting dressed. Put on that wrist watch, that necklace, that bracelet, that wedding ring and those sandals and that purse. Do it or I'm erasing your memories" Please have Ken worriedly put on the wrist watch, the bracelet, the necklace, the wedding ring, the purse and the raised sandals feeling extremely uncomfortable at the feeling they had on his female feet. Please have Mandy say the quote "Now Mandy, I wanna see you sit down and cross your legs" Please have Ken sit down worriedly and cross his legs looking at the raised sandals and how feminine and big they were feeling uncomfortable wearing them. Please have Mandy say the quote "Now you need to refer to yourself as Mandy and say you are 45 years old and I'm to refer to you as mom or mommy" Please have Ken try to say something about being Ken but unwillingly say his name is Mandy and he is 45 years old and have him tell his own body he is to refer to him as mom or mother and have it be in quoted text. Please have Mandy say the quote "Now you need to refer to him as my father and your husband or by his first name" Please have Ken try to say something about his father but have him unwillingly say something about waiting for Ken's father, his husband and how much he loves his husband and how attractive his husband is in a tone identical to his mom's and have it be in quoted text. Please have Mandy say the quote "Now I wanna hear you compliment something about your outfit" Please have Ken try to say nothing but have him unwillingly say something about his sandals and how he was happy his husband bought them for him and his wedding ring and his wedding day and his painted nails and his purse in a tone identical to his mom's and have it be in quoted text. Please have Mandy say the quote "Now I wanna hear you mention how my report card should be coming in and how I better have all passing grades" Please have Ken try to say nothing but unwillingly say something about how Ken's report card should be coming in soon and how he better have all As or his father and her will discuss his punishment in a tone identical to his mom's and have it be in quoted text. Please have Mandy say the quote "Now I wanna hear you lecture me like I'm your son about anything" Please have Ken again try to say nothing but unwillingly cross his arms tapping one of his mom's feet on the ground before unwillingly saying about how he needs to stop looking at her like she's his girlfriend and how she's his mother in a tone identical to his mother's and have it be in quoted text. Please have Mandy say the quote "Now I wanna see you stand up adjusting the purse on your shoulder and I wanna see you do a confident walk in your raised sandals towards me and demand my phone and put in your purse" Please have Ken try to say and do nothing but have him unwillingly get up adjusting the purse on his shoulder before strutted in the raised sandals the same way his mom does walking up to his own body and demanding Ken's phone putting it in Mandy's purse and have him say something about Ken being grounded and how he and his husband will discuss whether or not he gets his phone back and how he's no longer allowed to talk to Jenny. Please have Ken start crying as his mom told him she was never swapping back.
In the suburban scene of a small town, an energetic 8-year-old boy named Ken was bubbling with excitement. With his brown hair like the bark of a mahogany tree, sparkling blue eyes as vast as the ocean, casual attire of jeans, t-shirt, and an illuminating pair of light-up shoes, Ken was set to attend his first sleepover at the house of his friend Jenny, for whom he secretly held a crush. As he packed his favorite comic books, he remembered the flash of recognition in Jenny's eyes, her shy confirmation that she liked him too. He grinned, exhilarated, even as he awaited his ride courtesy of his mother Mandy. Mandy, a picture of elegance in her early forties, was an embodiment of classic beauty. Her dirty blonde hair neatly trimmed till her neck, green eyes charming and full of life, she made sure her attire complemented her flair. Her knee-length skintight pants, v-neck shirt, and raised sandals, adorned her like a versatile fashion diva, whilst her purple painted nails, wristwatch, wedding ring, earrings, and necklace gleamed under the sunlight. In the midst of Ken's joy, however, Mandy seemed distressed. Clearing her throat, she began, "Hey honey, I was wondering if we could push back your sleepover? Your father and I wanted to go to a special restaurant with you." Her words hung heavily in the air, Ken felt a ripple of sadness but tried to hide it. "I guess mommy. I haven't told Jenny what day we're coming. She just said she was excited to see me," he replied, trying to disguise the disappointment in his voice. To his surprise, Mandy's face loosened into a relieved smile as she responded, "That's wonderful honey. Thank you. I love you and appreciate you." Ken watched his mother switching into her comfortable mode, removing her raised sandals, purse, wristwatch, necklace, earrings, and wedding ring. But what followed next was far from comfort, as his mother gripped his arms tightly, sparking a sudden rush of fear, as he whimpered in a tone mirroring his mother's "Ow mommy! What are you doing? That hurts." An eerie silence drenched the living room as his body, not his voice, retorted in a flippant tone, "I switched our bodies so you can't go over to your girlfriend's house cause you're not skimping out on family time with us." Ken blinked, disoriented and confused, "I said it was fine mommy. Please swap us back! I don't want to be a girl and I really like Jenny!" although to his dismay, the words were lost, and his own body, his mother replied, "Sorry but you are a 45-year-old woman so liking a little girl is kinda creepy and your name is Mandy now and you have a husband. You need to finish getting dressed. Put on that wristwatch, that necklace, that bracelet, that wedding ring and those sandals and that purse. Do it or I'm erasing your memories." Fear gripping him tightly, he complied to Mandy's orders, slowly putting on the wristwatch, bracelet, necklace, wedding ring, and finally sliding his little feet into the raised sandals. They felt awkward and heavy, his heart pounded against his rib cage as Mandy's voice echoed once more, "Now Mandy, I wanna see you sit down and cross your legs," He did as he was told, feeling the cold touch of the floor beneath the sandals as he nervously muttered, "My name is Mandy, I am 45 years old and...I am mom." It seemed a nightmare unending as lingering instructions continued, "Now you need to refer to him as my father and your husband or by his first name." Ken had wanted to retort but instead found himself saying, "I'll be waiting for Ken's father, my husband. I must say I love my husband and how attractive he is." His words were coated with an uncomfortable layer of femininity, identical to the tone of his mother. Completing more orders about compliments on outfits and report card grades, Ken felt his world crumble as Mandy smirked at him, "Now I wanna hear you lecture me like I'm your son about anything." Sighing heavily, Ken crossed his arms and fell into the mold she was creating, "You need to stop looking at me like I'm your girlfriend, I'm your mother," plagued by the feeling of being trapped. He watched as Mandy, in his body, raised an eyebrow at him a hint of tyranny in her eyes. "Now I wanna see you stand up adjusting the purse on your shoulder and I wanna see you do a confident walk in your raised sandals towards me and demand my phone and put in your purse," His protest was muted, the words dying in his throat as he involuntarily spoke, "Ken, you're grounded. Your father and I will discuss when you get your phone back. And no more talking to Jenny." The world around him faded into oblivion as Ken, trapped in his mother's body, cried, his small heart struggling to comprehend the heavy reality while Mandy voiced the dreaded words he feared to hear, “I’m never swapping us back”.
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