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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 younger 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 aunt's name, age being younger than his mom, birthday and birth year being younger than his mom, height and weight. Include his 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. As he walked through the door, he noticed the whole house was empty. Have him blink and suddenly be sitting on a different couch in a different part of the US. Have him look down to see a skimpy non existent glittery outfit with a description of the outfit as he looked at his fingers seeing long fake nails and painted toes on female feet. Reveal the woman's name, age, birthday, birth year, height, weight, eye color, hair color and style, race being Hispanic and that she was planning on going clubbing. Have a group of other Spanish women in the house dressed similarly walk up to the boy. Have one of them address him by his new name asking him if she's ready to go to the club yet and have it be in quoted text. Have the girl grab a skimpy pair of sandals before grabbing the boy's female feet and shoving the sandals on his feet with a description of the sandals. Have the girl tell her friend come on bitch let's go clubbing and get turnt up tonight and have it be in quoted text. Reveal the names of the other Spanish girls and ages, birthdays, birth years, heights, weights, eye colors, hair colors and styles. Have the boy struggle to stand in the skimpy sandals attempting to remove them but being unable to with his fake nails. Have him look in the mirror at his new reflection seeing a woman with makeup and lipstick frowning and tearing up as he missed his mom. The swap is permanent.
Once, in the happy town of Bend, Oregon, nestled amongst towering snow-clad peaks, there lived a charming little boy named Charlie Baker. Born Caucasian on November 27, 2018, Charlie was now a delightful six-year-old who adored adventures. His height was average for his age, standing just over 3'9". Tipping the scales at around 46 pounds, he was a hale and hearty child. Charlie flaunted an adorable head of light blonde hair, chopped in a classic bowl cut that made him all the more cherubic. His vibrant blue eyes shone with childlike wonder, reflecting the vast, clear Oregon skies. Charlie was wearing a vibrant red hoodie over a pair of casual blue jeans and navy-blue converse shoes, typical attire for a lively and inquisitive boy like him. His voice sang with a slight lisp that would make anyone's day, a unique lilt that echoed the innocence of his age. Charlie’s journey that day was not without some trepidation because, for the first time, he was walking home alone from school with his youthful mother's permission. His mother, the energetic and youthful Lily Baker, born on July 8, 1996, was a giving and understanding parent despite her tender age of 28. She was a tall woman, about 5'7", and had a healthy weight of approximately 140 pounds. Unfortunately, his father, Andrew Mason, who was born on February 25, 1995, standing 6'1" tall and weighing about 185 pounds at age 29, wasn’t around any longer due to reasons inexplicable to young Charlie’s heart. In his world, his Aunt Rebecca was a significant presence. Born on November 5, 1998, she was a year younger than Charlie’s mother, standing 5’5” tall and weighing 135 pounds. However, she moved to New York for her job, which left her little contact with Charlie. Adding to his family was his Uncle Joel, younger than Rebecca, born on August 20, 2001, at the age of 23. He stood 5'10" tall and weighed around 165 pounds. Alas! He too was away, enlisted in the army. There was also Charlie's grandmother, Susan. Susan, born pristine on April 14, 1950, was a strong pillar in Charlie's life at her ripe age of 74. She was a petite woman of 5'3" and around 155 pounds. That particular day, walking towards his empty house, Charlie was brimming with anticipation, eager to share the day's escapades with his mom and grandma. His brown Labrador, Fred, trailing behind him faithfully. But oddly, as he kicked the front door open, the house was desolate. Bewildered, he blinked, and suddenly he was no longer in Oregon. He was sitting on a strange couch, in a different part of the country. In a place he later would learn was Miami, Florida. He glanced down, bewildered. His clothes were gone. Instead, he was draped in a skimpy, glittery outfit that barely covered anything. It was a silver-sequined short dress that barely reached his thighs. His fingers, now adorned with long, dramatic fake nails painted cerise pink, trembled as he touched the outfit. His eyes made their way to the foreign feet sporting painted toenails. Suddenly, he heard his name. Not his, yet his. "Xiomara, you ready to hit the club yet, chica?” a woman asked. He looked up – and up, way up – at this tall woman. She was Maria, born on February 3, 1994, a sultry brunette of 30, standing at 5'8" tall, weighing about 130 pounds. Other women, women he did not know, surrounded her. Their names were Rosa, born July 7, 1991, Elisa, born June 4, 1993, and Juana, born on December 12, 1995. All of them were dressed similarly, ready to hit the club. Maria strutted over in her high heels, picked up a skimpy pair of silver, strappy sandals and slipped them onto Xiomara’s feet. “Come on, chica, let’s go clubbing and get turnt up tonight,” she said in an excited hush. Charlie, now Xiomara, struggled to stand in the unfamiliar sandals, tripped over her long, flowing chestnut hair, and the painted nails made it impossible to assist in removing the footwear. As silence whirled around her, the new reflection of a woman stared back at her from a small, ornate mirror, complete with heavy eyeliner and waxy crimson lips. The face in the reflection frowned. A tear trickled down, marring the carefully done makeup. It was clear that, to Xiomara, this transformation was unexpected — and permanent. Nevertheless, the image of Xiomara missed the loving arms of Lily, aching with the longing for her mother's comforting presence.
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