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Question: Story: Write me a story about 6 year old Bradley home alone for the first time. He was trusted by his 34 year old mom Melinda to watch himself while she went out to run errands with a special 5:00 appointment at the spa. While home alone, Bradley started exploring every room in the house eventually making it to his mom Melinda's room. Opening the door, he peeked around and saw tons of different dresses, skirts, short shorts, wedges, heels, sandals, jewelry and accessories as well as nail polish, makeup and lip gloss. Scrunching his nose at it all, he spotted a toy Melinda had confiscated from him a while back on the top shelf of the closet. He decided to take it back by climbing the shelves carefully reaching it eventually and grabbing it. Suddenly, Bradley lost balance and fell with his feet landing in a pair of Melinda's leather wedges. Bradley said ew mom's shoes are too girly. Bradley waddled to his room and kicked the wedges off holding his toy tightly. Suddenly, he felt immense pain causing him to drop his toy. He then noticed his feet growing and changing into his mom's feet complete with her French pedicure. Freaking out, Bradley started frantically running around and screaming trying to think of how to stop the changes. The changes accelerated as his hair grew long and curly and black. His eyes turned brown and seductive. His teeth grew straight and white. His voice matured into his mom's pitch. His body and arms and legs feminized and grew as he gained a manicure on his fingers. His outfit turning into a short silk dress his mom's style. Seeing his reflection in his mirror made Bradley cry. Suddenly, he felt his memories changing and maturing. He freaked out as he eventually only remembered being Melinda. The new Melinda felt tears in her eyes and was confused as to why. The new Melinda shot an unintentionally seductive glance around the room out of confusion. She spotted her wedges in the corner of her son's room and walked over slipping them on her feet. She then picked up the toy she confiscated and walked back to her room placing the toy back on her top shelf. Melinda's eyes then widened as she realized she was still home. The new Melinda said the quote "Why am I still home? I cannot be late for my 5:00 appointment. Angie will never let me book in advance ever again" Melinda grabbed her purse throwing it over her shoulder and grabbed her keys before grabbing a pair of sunglasses putting them on. She then strutted out to her car and got in driving off. Melinda still couldn't figure out why she was still home having no memory of being 6 year old Bradley moments ago.
Once upon a time, in the small and peaceful town of Roseville, lived a bright-eyed six-year-old boy named Bradley. For the first time, his mother, Melinda, a 34-year-old hardworking single mother, entrusted him with the responsibility of staying home alone while she went out to run her errands and a planned 5:00 pm spa appointment. An adventurous little boy, Bradley commenced exploring every room in the house. Saving the best for last – his mom’s room – he excitedly swung open the door. His eyes widened at the sight of Melinda’s grown-up world. Dresses, skirts, shorts of all shapes and colors, wedges, heels, sandals, jewelry, makeup, and lip gloss lay scattered around the room. Peeking around, he spotted on the upper shelf something that looked familiar – the toy Melinda had confiscated from him as a punishment for he had misbehaved. Determined to reclaim his favorite toy, Bradley decided to risk climbing the shelves. He reached for the toy but lost his balance and fell, his small feet landing in a pair of Melinda's leather wedges. He turned up his nose, saying, "Ew, mom's shoes are too girly!" and waddled to his room, kicking off the wedges but clutching the retrieved toy. Out of nowhere, an agonizing pain ripped through his feet. He dropped his toy and looked down to see his feet morphing into exact replicas of his mother’s, complete with her French pedicure. Terrified, he started running around the house hysterically, but the transformation didn’t stop. Bradley could only watch as his hair grew long and curly and took on the same shade of black as his mother's. His baby blue eyes morphed into Melinda's seductive brown hue, his teeth straightened, and his voice deepened to match his mother's. His small boyish frame developed into the curvaceous figure his mother possessed. His fingers took on a manicured appearance, and his outfit transformed into a short silk dress of his mommy's style. Overwhelmed, Bradley looked sorrowfully at his reflection in the mirror, unable to comprehend the transformation. A wave of complete terror washed over him as his memories started changing, maturing, morphing, replacing the memories of being Bradley with that of Melinda. Tears welled in her eyes, now Melinda, as the confusion set in. Unaware of her journey from being Bradley, she remembered no more than being Melinda. She saw the wedges in the corner of her son’s room, paired them with her dress, and walked back to her room, placing the toy back on the top shelf. A glimpse of her watch reminded her of the spa appointment at 5:00 pm. "Why am I still home? I cannot be late for my 5:00 appointment. Angie will never let me book in advance ever again,” She raced out of the house, donned her sunglasses, and drove off promptly, the puzzles piece of her being home still didn’t click, as the memory of her being the adorable 6-year-old Bradley, had faded away in the winds of her relentless transformation.
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