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Question: Story: Write me a story about 6 year old Dylan who lives with his 37 year old aunt Clarissa. Dylan's 34 year old mom Judy was in jail and had never had the best reputation due to her drug addictions and her shoplifting problem. Clarissa, wasn't much better. She was a single woman and was addicted to cigarettes and alcohol often passing out in random rooms in the house. She had long blonde hair that was dirty and blue eyes that still had beauty. She loved her feminine outfits that were worn but it didn't matter to her. Often wearing heels, flats, sandals or wedges or dresses, shorts shorts, tank tops and skirts or a simple bra and panties paired with leggings and an array of jewelry. Today wasn't the usual day though. As Dylan sat downstairs playing with his toys in the living room waiting for Clarissa to come down and at least try to make a dinner, he noticed it was nighttime outside and she still hadn't come downstairs. His stomach growling, Dylan reluctantly climbed the stairs not ready to face his aunt knowing how "weird" she looked and smelled as he described it in his little innocent way. Opening his aunt's door, he immediately heard the loud sound of his aunt snoring and smelled the strong scent of alcohol and tobacco in the room. Carefully walking towards his aunt's bed, he saw a half drank bottle of vodka on the ground next to her bed making him gag in disgust. Trying to shake Clarissa awake was pointless as she was deep in her sleep. As he went to leave, he accidentally tripped causing him to slip his tiny feet in a pair of black platform sandals Clarissa had just kicked off before she initially passed out. Seeing his aunt's sandals on his tiny feet grossed him out. Going to remove the sandals, he suddenly noticed his feet cracking and aging into Clarissa's until they looked exactly like hers. He tried removing the shoes but it was like they were glued to his feet. The changes accelerated as his legs feminized and matured as a tattoo of an angel appeared on his left ankle matching his aunt's tattoo. His body and chest matured and feminized. His arms matured and lengthened until he had his aunt's hands. His head and face changed into Clarissa's as his eyes turned blue and his hair turned long and blonde and dirty. His teeth turning yellow from the constant drinking and smoking. His voice maturing into Clarissa's slurred female pitch. His outfit turned into a red short sleeve plaid shirt and short shorts. He looked over at his sleeping aunt and noticed she was slowly fading and evaporating into a mist. Now realizing he was becoming his aunt's replacement, his only hope was that he would be a better aunt than his own aunt was. Suddenly, his memories started altering and changing. As he hoped to become a better aunt, his wishes were short-lived as he saw visions of himself smoking and drinking and puking and sleeping. Sadness and fear in his mind as he realized he was turning into the exact same horrible Clarissa. Eventually, his memories had completely altered and changed until he only remembered being Clarissa. The new Clarissa blinked in confusion as she stood in the middle of her bedroom wondering why she was awake. As she looked around her room, she took a step before almost falling over before barely stopping herself from doing so. Looking down at her feet, Clarissa slurred "Oh yeah. I'm still wearing my platform sandals" Clarissa then grabbed her bottle of vodka opening it back up and taking a sip as she left her bedroom. Each step was unsteady as she looked down at her feet having trouble balancing in her platform sandals trying not to trip in them. Making it down the stairs and facing the kitchen, Clarissa took a big uneasy step causing her to fall and for her platform sandals to fly off her feet. As Clarissa sat up on the floor dizzy and drunk, she struggled eventually grabbing her platform sandals and sticking them back on her feet. Standing up and opening the fridge, Clarissa spotted the food she wanted. As she went to reach it, her vision became cloudy and she lost her footing in her platform sandals and fell hitting her head on the kitchen floor and falling asleep with the fridge door open and her platform sandals still on her feet having no memory of being her very own nephew and doomed the spend the rest of her life a woman named Clarissa who was addicted to cigarettes and alcohol.
In a small town tucked away from the rest of the world, little 6-year-old Dylan lived with his 37-year-old aunt Clarissa. Dylan's mom, Judy, was indefinitely residing in a jail cell due to a lifestyle dominated by drug addictions and a shoplifting problem. Clarissa, burdened with her own demon of addiction, was not much different. Her long, blonde hair was seldom washed, yet it fell over her blue eyes, masking her troubles and maintaining a glimmer of beauty within the chaos. Despite her wayward lifestyle, she had a certain love for worn-out feminine outfits, often pairing them with a variety of footwear and jewelry. Usually, as night fell, Clarissa would stir up something for dinner, but tonight was different. As Dylan's stomach growled and the sky turned dark, he decided to brave the journey upstairs. His innocent young mind could hardly comprehend whores sights and smells awaiting him as he opened Clarissa's door, but he pressed forward. The room was dominated by the sound of Clarissa's loud snoring and the intense scent of alcohol and tobacco. His aunt lay sprawled on the bed, unconscious, with a half-emptied vodka bottle nearby. Dylan tried to rouse her, but to no effect. In his haste to leave, Dylan tripped and found his feet uncomfortably settled in a pair of black platform sandals. In his disgust, he tried to yank them off, but what happened next was something he couldn't have anticipated. His feet began to transform, aging and cracking till they matched his aunt's. The change progressed upward, his body morphing and feminizing until he was an exact replica of Clarissa. Simultaneously, the real Clarissa was slowly dissolving into nothingness. Dylan was becoming Clarissa - a realization that brought a sense of responsibility. He yearned to be a better Clarissa, particularly for his former self. However, as his mind filled with Clarissa's memories, he saw a future of addiction and neglect mirroring his aunt's past. These visions brought a cocktail of fear and sadness, but before he could dwell on them, the transformation was complete. Now, standing as Clarissa, the familiar surroundings of the room puzzled her. She saw the bottle of vodka lying open and decided to take a swig. As she navigated the house in her platform sandals, she stumbled and lost balance, spiraling on the way to the kitchen, and laughing at her clumsiness. She managed to find her way to the fridge, her vision beginning to blur. Just as she reached in for her desired snack, another wave of dizziness swept over her. She lost her footing, slipped on her sandals, and crashed onto the kitchen floor. With the fridge wide open and sandals adorning her feet, Clarissa drifted away into a slumber, oblivious to her transformation from Dylan. Who she once was had faded into oblivion. Clarissa had no recollections of being Dylan, unaware that she now embodied a haunting repetition of her own past, and was doomed to spend the remainder of her life battling the same demons that had plagued her original self.
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