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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" 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 stumbled downstairs carefully as she balanced in her platform sandals walking to the kitchen before sitting down on the kitchen floor and looking down at her platform sandals again. She thought about her cousin Shane before immediately dismissing him from her mind deciding he was probably keeping himself occupied just fine. Rose decided to remove them As soon as her bare feet touched the cold floor, she screamed cause the floor was cold 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 platform sandals on her feet having no memory of being the very same 5 year old cousin she was supposed to be watching.
In the warm radiance of a summer day, 5-year-old Shane was spending his summer at his 32-year-old cousin Rose's house. Shane's mother, Heidi, 35 years old, was blissfully oblivious to any potential dangers that her son could face under the care of her cousin Rose, always assuming the best of her. Rose was a woman who reveled in her femininity with her long, resplendent strands of fiery red hair framing her mesmerizing emerald green eyes. She was the epitome of womanhood, always arrayed in the finest dresses and skirts, complimented by heels of varying lengths and types. Her fingers were always adorned with rings, bracelets gracing her wrists and necklaces hanging around her neck, her face artistically painted with makeup, her lips glossy with lipstick, and nails varnished. However, beneath the captivating exterior was a troubling secret, an addiction to alcohol that had been festering since her 21st birthday. It had been 11 years, and every passing day saw Rose drowning deeper into the murky depths of her dependency. She resented her family for it, but not enough to give up the vice that was destroying her life, bit by bit. One evening, Shane, who had been engrossed in the flickering images on the TV and the sounds of video games, looked at the clock to see that it was 10:30 pm. His stomach grumbled in protest—the dinner that Rose usually prepared was long overdue. Worried, he decided to check on Rose. As Shane wearily opened the door to Rose's bedroom, a pungent smell assaulted his senses—a distinct and unfamiliar smell of strong alcohol. The room was in chaos, littered with trash, clothes, and sticky stains of spilled alcohol. And amid the disorder, Rose was sprawled on her bed, snoring away in slumber. Shane, in his childlike innocence, tried waking her up, but all he got was a mumbled grunt from Rose as she sank deeper into her sleep. His stomach growled again, but all he could do was turn around and leave the room. But as he took a step back, he stepped onto something—it was a pair of leather platform sandals, the ones Rose had kicked off just before sinking into oblivion. Before he knew what was happening, an overwhelming surge of change overcame him. His feet began cracking, his toe nails turning white, his hair cascading down his back in a rush of fiery red waves, his eyes morphing to Rose's green ones. His body grew, his clothes altered, and he found himself in tattered tank top and frayed shorts. And on his stomach, a belly-button piercing appeared as though by magic. His memories began to warp. Suddenly, the real Rose began to slowly evaporate, dissolving into mist before completely disappearing, leaving Shane alone in the room, harboring the appearance and the life of Rose. The last remnants of Shane disappeared, leaving Rose, now with a throbbing headache. Shaking her head, she looked around the room before falling onto the bed. She curled up into herself, her mind filling with volatile visions of alcohol-induced chaos. She stumbled down the stairs, finally crashing on the kitchen floor, looking at her platform sandals worn on her feet. She felt a nagging thought about her little cousin Shane, but quickly shrugged it off, and with another swig of the rum she held, she sunk into a restless slumber, completely obliterated of the fact that she was once the 5-year-old Shane. And so, the summer at Rose's house unfolded, a strange and twisted tale that no one could have anticipated.
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