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Question: Story: Write me a story about 5 year old Shane being spending the summer at his 32 year old cousin Rose's house the way I wrote it. Shane's 35 year old mom Heidi always assumed the best of Rose and never would've assumed Shane could have anything bad happen to him in her care. However, Rose was good at hiding her troubling behavior. Rose flaunted with her long red hair and her green eyes. She wore dresses and other feminine outfits paired with heels, wedges, platforms and flats as well as as jewelry, makeup, lipstick and nail polish. But behind all that glamour she portrayed herself in was an addiction to alcohol she had fighting since she was 21 years old. 11 years later, her addiction was getting worse but she tried as hard as she could but had recently started giving up on it and resenting her family cause of her addiction. Shane was downstairs watching TV and playing video games when he realized 10:30 pm was fast approaching and yet dinner had not been served. Shane got worried as Rose normally prepared dinners hours before this meaning tonight was not a usual routine for her. Deciding to go upstairs and check on her, Shane wearily opened the door to Rose's bedroom. A strange smell Shane didn't recognize hit his nostrils and made him gag, the smell of strong alcohol. Rose's room was a mess. Clothes everywhere, trash everywhere, sticky alcohol stains and more. Rose was lying down on her sprawled out snoring the night away. As Shane hesitantly approached Rose in her bed, he tried shaking her awake but she just slurred something under her breath and rolled over going back to bed. Shane said "Rose? Um I'm hungry" Rose wasn't responding. Shane's stomach growled again but he decided to give up and just go back downstairs. As he started leaving, his feet slipped into something he hadn't seen on the floor. He saw he was wearing a pair of leather platform sandals, the same ones Rose had just kicked off her bed moments ago prior to passing out on her bed. Grossed out at how girly the shoes were and noticing a weird sweaty smell coming from the sandals, Shane went to remove them. Pulling as hard as he could, the sandals wouldn't budge causing Shane to freak out loudly almost waking up Rose. Suddenly, his feet started cracking and aging into Rose's complete with her white nail polish. With his eyes bulging out of his head in fright, Shane yanked on the sandals as hard as he could trying to remove them but the changes only accelerated. His hair grew long and red as his eyes turned green and alluring. His teeth grew straight but yellow from alcohol as the taste lingered in his mouth. His voice matured into Rose's slurry pitch as his whole body matched Rose's perfectly. A slightly torn tank top and ripped short shorts forming on his body as a navel piercing formed in his belly button. The real Rose sleeping in the bed slowly evaporating into a mist until the bed was empty. Shane coming to terms with the realization that he was becoming his cousin's replacement. He felt his memories beginning to shift. His only hope being that he would be a better person than Rose. Slowly, he saw visions of himself as Rose drinking large amounts of alcohol, puking and passing out. These visions startled Shane as he realized as he was becoming the same kinda person Rose was already. Slowly, his memories completely altered until he only remembered being Rose. The new Rose felt the throbbing headache that came out of nowhere as she grabbed her head in pain. Disoriented, she looked around the room dizzily confused as to why she was up and why she wasn't sleeping. Thinking about how nice some sleep would be, Rose took a step towards her bed tripping and falling onto her bed. Rose looked down at her feet spotting the platform sandals. Rose said "Stupid platforms! I thought I kicked these off just before I laid down. I guess I must've put them back on. Oh God! My head is killing me" Rose grabbed a bottle of rum she had already opened and took a big chug of it before stumbling out of her room to the bathroom. She then scooted downstairs carefully as she tottered in her platform sandals to the kitchen before sitting down on the kitchen floor and looking down at her platform sandals again. Rose decided to remove them due to how drunk she was and how much trouble she was having balancing. As soon as her feet touched the cold floor, she screamed at the coldness and immediately shoved her feet back in the platform sandals. As she looked down at her body, she started drifting off eventually falling asleep with her head between her legs and her platform sandals on her feet having no memory of being the very same 5 year old cousin she was supposed to be watching.
Story: It was a hot summer day when five-year-old Shane arrived at his thirty-two-year-old cousin Rose's house. Her sparkling green eyes lined with smudged kohl, the flames of her wild, red hair dancing in the wind, and her eccentric attire left an impression that she was a vibrant and lively woman. She welcomed Shane in her own flamboyant style, wearing her platform sandals and a lively sundress. Heidi, Shane's mom, had left him with all her trust in Rose without knowing what lurked beneath her cousin's enchanting demeanor. Beneath the glamorously mysterious persona that Rose bore was the beast of alcohol addiction. Behind her plastered smile hid an eleven-year-old battle that was now escalating, tainting her relationships with a mark of resentment. She was slowly relinquishing the fight against the fatal allure of the liquid gold; her promise to protect and care for Shane was slowly fading into the oblivion. One evening, Shane was engrossed in his video games, lost in his childlike innocence. A pang of hunger reminded him that it was past their usual dinner time. But that day, the aroma of Rose's exotic dishes did not fill the air. The house was eerily silent as it approached 10:30 pm. A fear, unknown to the little boy, began to nag at his mind. He decided to check on his cousin upstairs. To his dismay, a stranger scent overpowered as he opened the door to her room. The pungent acrid smell of alcohol nauseated him. Upon entering, he stumbled over the chaos that Rose's room had become. Amidst the littered clothes, heaps of trash, and sticky alcohol stains, Rose lay aimlessly, lost to the world. The sight frightened the little boy; the once vibrant woman now lay like a ragdoll on her bed. Desperate, he tried waking her, without much success. Disappointed and hungry, he decided to retreat downstairs. However, a misstep led his tiny feet to slip into a pair of Rose's platform sandals, discarded near the bed. An eerie sensation tingled through his feet as they suddenly felt strange, older. A fit of repulsion overwhelmed him as a pungent odor filled the air from the sandals, as if they had been worn for too long. Trying to free himself from the uncomfortable confinement, Shane was overcome by horror as his tender feet abruptly transformed, visibly aging into Rose's feet, right down to the white nail polish. The sudden bodily transformation sent shocking waves of terror through Shane. The small boy's short brown hair cascaded down into a river of fiery red, matching Rose's. His innocent blue eyes morphed into a bewitching green, identical to Rose's. As he yelped in disbelief, his voice shifted into the mature, slurred drawl of his cousin. In an alarming spectacle of transformation, Shane's tiny body aged and reshaped into Rose's. His clothes morphed into Rose's loose tank top and ripped shorts. As the transformation completed, Shane - now as Rose - viewed the real Rose evaporating into thin air, her vacated bed serving as an unnerving testimony to the supernatural occurrence. Merely a spectator in this grotesque transformation, the new Rose felt fear, confusion, and an alien sensation creep into her, as Shane's childlike memories seamlessly started merging and altering into memories of Rose’s life, those of alcohol-fueled nights and mornings of regret. Unaware of the metamorphosis that had taken place, she grabbed her pounding head and, unable to steady herself, fell onto her now vacant bed. Her churning mind was only soothed by the bitter-sweet taste of the rum bottle left open on her bedside table. Groggy and disoriented, she looked down at her feet, clad in the sticky platform sandals, and peered around the room, before stumbling to the ground floor and curling up on the cold kitchen floor, sleep finally tugging at her pounding head. As the winds of oblivion cloaked her, she had no memory of the five-year-old boy who had looked forward to a summer of innocence and fun, unaware that he had become the woman he had instinctively begun to fear.
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