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Question: Story: The year is 2024. Write me a story the way I write about 11 year old Jane at her 12 year old friend Trey's house. Include a description of Jane's height, birthday, birth year, what she sounds like and what she's wearing and where she's from in the US. Include Trey's height, birthday, birth year, what he sounds like and what he's wearing and where he's from in the US. Include Trey's 45 year old mom with a description of his mom's name, birthday, birth year, what she sounds like and what she's wearing and where she's from in the US including her feminine sandals and a bonnet and earrings and painted nails and a purse. Include Trey's mom having a back injury making her prone to soreness in her back. Have Trey's mom send Trey out to the store leaving just her and Jane in the house. Have Jane say a nice quote to Trey's mom and have it be in quoted text. Have Trey's mom say "Girl, that little boy don't know who he want. Nigga's just like his father. Get out my sight" Have Jane sadly leave the room and start crying at what Trey's mom said before getting determined as she wrote a nice note about how much she loves Trey with the intention of leaving it in Trey's mom's room. Have Jane sneak into her room climbing up on Trey's mom's bed leaving the note on the side of her bed. Have Jane read her note out loud one last time and have it be in quoted text. Have Jane jump down accidentally slipping into a pair of Trey's mom's flip flops. Have Jane say a quote freaking out and have it be in quoted text trying to remove the flip flops dangling off her small feet. Have her feet start turning black and growing fitting into the flip flops still dangling off her feet but not as much. Have Jane's height increase as her body aged and her skin turned black and her outfit slowly turned into something Trey's mom would wear accessories included. Have her face and hair turn into Trey's mom's and her voice deepen into Trey's mom's pitch and have her nails become painted and have her slowly feel pain in her back just like Trey's mom. Have Jane look in the mirror at her new reflection still having love for Trey. Have Jane try to hold onto who she is as her memories started altering and changing and maturing as she no longer saw Trey as her crush but merely her son. Have Jane say "No I don't wanna forget that Trey is______ Trey? The fuck am I talking about Trey for? What's this?" Have Trey's mom pick up the note Jane wrote for Trey and have Trey's mom read it sarcastically word for word and have it be in quoted text becoming enraged. Have Trey's mom say "TREY! BOY! Nigga I know you didn't let her come in my room while I wasn't in here the fuck! My fucking back is acting up cause of your ass Trey!" Have Trey's mom adjust the flip flops on her feet properly before picking up her bonnet and putting it on her head having no memory of being Jane.
In the year of 2024, the world is ripe with youthful potential, personified by a spunky 11-year-old girl named Jane. Jane was born on the 25th of May, 2013, hailing from the bustling cityscape of New York City. Her small stature, barely four feet and some inches tall, was often a subject of jest among her peers, belying her big-hearted personality. Her lilting New York accent, immediately recognizable anywhere, was as bright and lively as her mismatched outfit –a yellow tee with the words 'Embrace the chaos' printed on it, purple leggings dotted with her favorite comic characters, and neon pink trainers. Trey, Jane's 12-year-old friend, was a country boy through and through, raised in the green expanses of Corpus Christi, Texas. Born on the 10th of September, 2012, he was a fair sight taller than Jane, standing at five foot one despite his young age. His drawling southern accent complemented his laid-back personality perfectly, and he liked to mirror this casual nature in his attire, wearing a vintage baseball t-shirt, jeans, and comfortable sneakers. Trey's mother, Tara, was a southern belle born in 1979 who had recently entered her 45th year on 24th December. Coming in at five foot seven, Tara was a powerful presence. Tara, she joked, was born with a bonnet on her head, a pair of beautiful feminine sandals on her feet, silver hoop earrings framing her face, painted nails, and a designer purse always on her shoulder. As of late, her once bright charm had worn down a little due to chronic back pain from an old injury. One day, Trey was sent out to the store by Tara, making Jane alone at home with her. Jane couldn’t help but say, upliftingly, "In every storm, there's a rainbow at the end." Tara looked at Jane for a moment, then sighed, "Girl, that little boy don't know who he wants. Nigga's just like his father. Get out my sight." Jane's eyes welled with tears as she left the room, but her young spirit refused to be crushed, so she sat down and wrote a heartfelt note for Trey. Climbing onto Tara's bed, she gently placed the note beside her pillow. Reading it out loud one last time, Jane declared: "To Trey, remember, explore the world with all your heart, and I'll always be there with you. Love, Jane." Accidentally slipping into a pair of Tara's flip flops, she whimpered aloud, "Help! I'm stuck in a ginormous shoe trap!" Noticing her feet and figure changing, her shrill voice transitioning into a smoother, older woman's voice, Jane could only stare in disbelief. She no longer recognized herself in the mirror. Her body ached, specifically her back. Pain hammered through it, a familiar pain to Tara. Looking at her reflection and seeing Tara, Jane exclaimed, "No! I don't wanna forget that Trey is… Trey? The fuck am I talking about Trey for? What's this?" Picking up Jane's note, she read it out loud mockingly, "To Trey, explore the world with all your heart… blah blah blah…" Anger laced her voice, spitting, "TREY! BOY! Nigga, I know you didn't let her come in my room while I wasn't in here, the fuck! My fucking back is acting up 'cause of your ass Trey!" Adjusting the flip flops on her feet, picking up her bonnet to put on her head, she looked into the mirror with no memory of ever being Jane.
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