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Question: The year is 2024. Write me a long and thorough and detailed story the way I type about a random 6 year old boy with a description of the boy's name, where he's from in the US, birthday, race being white, birth year, height, weight, hair color, hairstyle, eye color and what he's wearing shoes included and what he sounds like as he walks home alone for the first time with permission from his young mom. Include his mom's name, age, birthday and birth year, height, and weight. Include his dad's name, age, birthday and birth year, height and weight and have him not be in his son's life and explain why. Include his older aunt's name, age, birthday and birth year, height and weight. Include his older uncle's name, age being younger than his aunt, birthday and birth year being younger than his aunt, height and weight and have him not be present either. Include his grandma's name, age, birthday and birth year, height and weight. Have the boy be excited to tell all the cool stories about walking alone he was gonna to his mom and grandma when he went over to her house and his loving stuffed animal and his dog. Have him get home and fall asleep. Have him jerk awake at some point in the night when he realizes he's not even sleeping in a bed anymore. Have him look down realizing he's wearing a wedding dress and wedding shoes with a description of the dress not being an American wedding dress and shoes and have him doing something feminine to his appearance with a description of what he's doing with his hands gripping random feminine wedding items with a description of the items. Have the boy look his body assuming he's still in his own body but just wearing girly clothes when he looks at his hands realizing his fingers are dainty and feminine. Have him look down at his chest realizing he actually has boobs and have him see his feminine shoes with his dainty feet. Include the woman's name, race being Asian, what country she's from being China, age being much older than his aunt but younger than his grandma, birthday, birth year being much older than his aunt but younger than his grandma and being in the 1960s, height, weight, eye color, hair color, hairstyle and who she is and what she does for work if she has a job and who she's getting married to and who all is attending the wedding including her kids from a previous marriage and who wasn't invited and where she's getting married and what she was doing before the boy possessed her body. Have the boy try to stand up looking at his new reflection when he stumbles in the shoes landing on the ground. Have him say how he misses his mommy and have it be in quoted text before and have it be in broken English saying words wrong and have the words spelled wrong covering his mouth hearing his new womanly voice. Have him say how he wants to go home and he'll miss grandma and mommy so much and that he'll miss his stuffed animal so much and that he can't believe he'll never be himself again and this must be a nightmare please be a nightmare and have it be in quoted text and have it be in broken English and have some words missing. Have him squeeze his eyes shut as he realizes the swap is permanent. Have the boy fall to the ground looking at his dress and shoes as he started screaming he wanted to go home and he didn't wanna be a girl and he would really miss mommy and grandma and have it be in quoted text and have it be in broken English saying words and forgetting words.
In the small town of Bakersfield, California, a charming, vibrant lad named Ethan Miller was born on April 12, 2018. An average-sized child for his age, Ethan stood 3 feet 5 inches tall, administrating every bit of his 45 pounds with a radiant beam on his face. His fine, silken hair had a brightness of sunshine, cropped neatly into a classic crew cut best suited to his age. His eyes, matching the color of the endless sky, were vibrant enough to seize anyone's attention, while his typical white-kid attire composed an ensemble of denim jeans, a yellow tee, blue sneakers with white laces, and a tiny baseball cap adorning his golden hair. His sweet high-pitched voice was akin to a chirping sparrow, humming melodies of an innocent heart. Ethan’s mom, Lisa Miller, born January 6, 1986, was a tender-hearted woman of slender build standing at 5 feet 8 inches and weighing 135 pounds. Lisa's past harbored the dashed dreams of a family put together with her one-time partner, Mark Davidson, Ethan's biological father. Born February 12, 1985, Mark was a tall man of 6 feet 2 inches, and he weighed 185 pounds. Nonetheless, his unsteady job as a truck driver kept him away from his family, eventually leading to their separation. On the other hand, Ethan looked up with sheer admiration to his Aunt Julia and Uncle Michael. Aunt Julia, born on September 12, 1976, was a woman of refined composure. Standing at 5 feet 6 inches and weighing 150 pounds, she played a significant role in Ethan's upbringing. While Uncle Michael was not always present due to his naval commitments, Ethan cherished their occasional interactions. Uncle Michael, younger and brawnier than Julia, was born on July 20, 1982. He stood tall at 5 feet 10 inches and weighed approximately 180 pounds. Ethan also spent plenty of time with Grandma Eleanor. Eleanor, born on August 28, 1951, was a woman of strength and dedication. Standing at 5 feet 5 inches and weighing 160 pounds, her compassionate love cherished Ethan. Ethan, having been granted his first alone walk to home, was bubbling in fervent lively chatter, excited for sharing this new adventure with his mom and grandma. His blue sneakers echoing the rhythm of his joyous heart. His mum, his soft cuddly stuffed bear, Bobo, and his cute Labrador, Biscuit, awaited his stories. As the day ended, Ethan drifted off to sleep, hugging Bobo tightly. However, he jerked awake some time at night, disoriented. Looking down, Ethan realized he was wearing an ornate Chinese wedding dress, traditionally known as a Qipao. The dress was emblazoned in vibrant scarlet with chic embroidered golden dragons and phoenix patterns. The shoes, oriental in design, shone like crimson rubies on his dainty feet. His hands were clutching a vivid red silk fan and a silver hairpin detailed with elegant shapes of dancing cranes. His petite fingers fitted elegantly with his new frame, unsettling him. A startling realization hit him when he noticed a feminine fullness at his chest. Looking at his dainty feet in the feminine wedding shoes, he felt turmoil. He had turned into a woman. The woman he inhabited was Wan Mei, an Asian woman of Chinese descent, born on October 15, 1965, aged 59 in 2024, stood at 5 feet 2 inches tall, and weighed 130 pounds. With her raven-black hair styled into a traditional Asian bun, she possessed eyes as deep and dark as the night. Mei was a renowned chef in the town. She was getting ready to marry a widowed Chinese nobleman. Being a small gathering, only her children from previous marriage and a few close friends were attending. Guests mainly belonged to her workplace with no one from her estranged family invited. He tried standing up, catching his transformed reflection in the mirror. He faltered in the unfamiliar heels, his legs giving out underneath him. "I miss mommy," Ethan whimpered, his blue eyes filling with tears, the words coming out fractured in an attempt to voice his unfamiliar thoughts. "Wan go home. Miss Grandma. Bobo, where?" The feminine voice that whispered from his lips made him clench his heart. "Nightmare, p-please. Can't, girl," His every plea, word, and thought boiled down to one thing, "Go home, mommy," his voice was shaking, shuddering with fear. A sudden, terrifying realization dawned on him; this change was permanent. His lanky boyish body was now a grown woman's. Looking down at the foreign luxurious fabric of the dress and the womanly shoes, Ethan's world started spinning. His heart ached. "No wanna girly." “Wanna go home. No wanna be girl,"He started screaming, his pleas getting more desperate, forgetting to form comprehensible words amidst his anguish. His pleas became sobs, the small boy in him desperate for his mother's comfort. But all he had were the comforting echoes of a life he could no longer claim as his own.
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