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Question: Story: The year is 2024 and the month is March. Write me a story the way I write about a 8 year old boy named Jonathan who was at home. Include a description of Jonathan's height, birthday being later than March and birth year, what he's wearing, his hair color and style and his eye color and what he sounded like and what state he lived in. Have Jonathan's mom give Jonathan's 18 year old sister Heather some money for food under the condition that Jonathan and Heather come to an agreement on what they're gonna eat. Have Jonathan want to have pizza and have Heather wanna go out to get salad and protein smoothies and visit her boyfriend. Include a description of Heather's height, hair color and style, eye color, birthday later than March and birth year, what she sounds like and what she's wearing and have her love really girly shoes and clothes. Have Heather say the quote "Mom gave the money to me so we're drinking shakes and eating vegetables" Have Jonathan say the quote "Come on Heather. I hate protein shakes. They taste icky. I just want a slice of pizza. We never get to have pizza" with tears forming in his eyes as he looked up at Heather. Have Heather stick her tongue out at him as she shoved the cash into her bra between her boobs and walked away. Later that day, Jonathan sneaked into Heather's room. Have Jonathan mention how gross and girly everything in Heather's room looks as he spotted the wad of cash in Heather's closet on the shelf. Include a description of what Jonathan was wearing at the moment and have him be barefoot. Have Jonathan climb the shelf reaching for the cash barely grazing it as he grabbed it before losing balance and falling off the shelf. Have Jonathan's feet land perfectly in Heather's pink platform flip flops kicking them off instantly. Have Jonathan say how gross his sister's girly shoes are and how he really wishes his feet didn't land in them and have it be in quoted text. Have Jonathan's feet suddenly start cracking and aging with a detailed description of his feet morphing into Heather's complete with her pedicure. Have Jonathan's clothes disappear and evaporate. Have Jonathan say how this isn't fair and his sister always gets her way and he just wanted some pizza and now he's turning into his sister all cause she didn't wanna share and have it be in quoted text. Have his arms and legs feminizing as his fingers turned into Heather's including a detailed description of his arms and legs and fingers changing. Have his head and hair and face changing into Heather's with a detailed description of the changes. Have an outfit start forming on his body with accessories included and a detailed description of Heather's outfit as his voice matured into her female pitch. Have Jonathan say how scary this is and how he just wants to go back to normal but have his voice shift and his vocabulary change halfway through the sentence with a __ to represent the change in the sentence and Jonathan's thoughts slowly feminizing and have it be in quoted text. Have his memories start changing to match Heather's. Have Jonathan try to call for his mom and have him try to think about how he wants pizza and wishes his feet never landed in the pink platform flip flops but have him jerk his head before wondering if "she" should pair the platforms with her outfit for the day as Heather's mindset took over his thoughts halfway through the sentence and have it be in quoted text. Have Heather look around her room before spotting the money on the ground. Have her walk over picking it up before sticking in between her boobs again deciding she would just keep it there this time. Have Heather say how her little brother can't get the money back this time because if he touches her boobs that's unwanted touching and she'll tell the police he touched her and have it be in quoted text. Have Heather walk over to her shoe wardrobe deciding she wanted to put on a pair of her shoes. Have her contemplate with numerous pairs of girly shoes picking them up with a detailed description of what shoes she was holding in her hands and looking at before grabbing her platform flip flops and slipping them on. Have Heather walk over to the mirror looking down at the platform flip flops on her feet and grabbing her purse and her car keys. Have Heather compliment how good she looks in her outfit and how she loves the platform flip flops and how she loves being a girl and would never wanna be an icky boy or eat gross disgusting greasy food like pizza and have it be in quoted text as she walks out to her car with the cash still tucked in between her boobs having no intention of ordering pizza with the money and having no memory of being 8 year old Jonathan.
In the year 2024 and the month of March, 8-year-old Jonathan was at home in sunny California. He was a little beanpole, not yet having hit his growth spurt, his big blue eyes shimmering with laughter most days. Born in the late days of June 2015, he was a bundle of summer energy and a lover of all things messy. His messy, blonde hair always seemed to be disheveled, no matter how many times his mom tried to brush it. That day, he was wearing a shirt of his favorite superhero, bright red shorts, and his feet were bare, revealing dirt-stained soles. His voice was still that high juvenile pitch that every 8-year-old boy possessed. Meanwhile, his 18-year-old sister, Heather, taller and curvier than her little brother, was born in December of 2005. She sported a mane of wavy chestnut hair, a stark contrast to Jonathan's blonde chaos. Her stylish green eyes held a maturity beyond her years and her voice, a mellifluous alto was captivating. She was clad in a light pastel pink top, skin-tight jeans, and the latest bubblegum pink heels. Her wardrobe was a paradise of girly accessories and high-heel shoes. That day, their mom had placed before them a challenge - Jonathan and Heather were to agree on what to eat for the night using the money their mother gave them. Jonathan, with hope in his eyes said, "Come on Heather. I hate protein shakes. They taste icky. I just want a slice of pizza. We never get to have pizza." Tears were forming in his eyes as he looked up at her pleadingly. Heather merely stuck her tongue out at him, replying with a toss of her hair, "Mom gave the money to me so we're drinking shakes and eating vegetables." She then shoved the cash into her bra and sauntered off. Later that day, Jonathan had slipped quietly into Heather's room, disgusted by how 'girly' it was. He spotted a wad of cash on a shelf in Heather's closet, grinning with triumph, he scaled the shelf barefoot in just his superhero shirt and shorts. He barely grazed the money but managed to snag it before losing balance. His small feet landed perfectly in Heather's pink platform flip-flops, from which he immediately kicked off. "Ew, sis's girly shoes are so gross. I wish my feet didn't have to touch them." Jonathan said, disgusted. As his voice floated away, his feet began to change. Cracks formed, looking dry and aged, as the smooth tender feet of an 8-year-old started morphing into the polished, pedicured feet of his sister. Jonathan's clothes seemed to evaporate into nothingness. "This isn't fair..." his voice began to tremble, "Heather always gets her way... I just wanted pizza... And now I'm turning into my sister..." Ever so swiftly his legs started to change too, gaining length, and his fingertips were thinning and drawing out to mirror Heather's. His face, started to shift, his boyish features rounded out into Heather's more feminine onse, hair turning from messy to silky waves. The whole process was swift, and he felt an unusual pressure gradually encompassing his body, fashioning a blouse and skirt, with a purse forming into existence on his arm. His voice, originally high and squeaky, began to mature into a feminine pitch, "This is...terrifying. I just__want to look...stunning?" It was as if his vocabulary had been invaded by Heather's. His little mind seemed to fog up, soon childhood birthdays and favorite toys were replaced by memories of Heather's teenage life. Jonathan tried to call for help, tried to resist but all he could wonder was, "Mom, I need...uhm...are these platforms matching my outfit?" With that, the new Heather picked up the money, slid it securely into her bra, and said, "Jonathan can't get my money back now. If he touches me, that's harassment, and I'll call the police." Walking over to her shoe wardrobe, she contemplated over her numerous pairs of girly shoes. With indecision, she finally opted for the pink platform flip flops and slipped them on with satisfaction. Taking one last look at herself in the mirror, she said, "God, I look fabulous. I simply adore my platforms! Being a girl is so much fun! And who on earth would ever want to be an icky boy eating all that disgusting greasy food like pizza?" With that, she exited the room, cash secured in her bra, with no intention to order pizza, and zero recollection of being Jonathan.
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