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Question: The year is 2024. Write me a story the way I write about a random 6 year old boy with a description of the boy's name, where he's from in the US, birthday, 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 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 blink and suddenly be taller and in a different part of the US as he looks down seeing a small skimpy and expensive outfit barely covering her boobs or butt with a description of the skimpy outfit and revealing and mature and expensive sandals with a description of what they look like and include actual name brands for parts of the outfit and have the outfit be too short for the cold weather which was also raining. Describe the woman who's body the 6 year old ends up in being a woman and the reason why she's wearing the outfit and why she's out in the rain being that she just left that day and ran away from a man she knows with a description of who that person is to her and why she ran away from him and who she is and have her still be wearing something connecting her to the man. Include a detailed description of the woman including her name, age being much older than his mom, slightly older than his grandma, where she's from being from Canada, birthday, birth year, race, height, weight, hair color, hairstyle, eye color and what she's wearing accessories and jewelry included with traditional but expensive earrings and expensive purse and what's inside the purse included being expensive essentials and things a rich person would have and what she sounds like and her skimpy outfit and sandals and purse and accessories being expensive. Have the boy look down at the sandals on his feet innocently before sticking his foot out shaking from how uncomfortable he was feeling the purse weighing down on his shoulder. Have him look down at the mature sandals on his feet sticking his tongue out at how girly they are pulling a foot out and looking at how small and dainty his foot was before catching his reflection in a nearby mirror. Have the boy remove the other sandal walking barefoot as he looked down at his new body and looking back up at the mirror as night time got darker causing tears to form on his new face. Have him step in something nasty getting something on his foot grossing him out. Have him unwillingly look at his feet and say dammit these sandals cost me a lot of money and now they're dirty I paid so much money for these when I bought them and have it be in quoted text still speaking English but broken. Have the boy say how he's gonna miss mommy and grandma so much and how he doesn't wanna be a girl and how scary it is out here in the dark and have it be in quoted text still speaking English but broke. Have the boy somehow realize he's older than his mom now and he's even older than his grandma making his heartbeat increase as he started crying. Have the boy stumble to a nearby bench sitting down and unwillingly crossing his legs and pulling something out of the purse and talking about the item in a mature feminine way and have it be in quoted text and including the words still speaking English but broken. Have him pull out some cash afterwards and think about buying candy or something a 6 year old boy would like but unwillingly talk about buying something more feminine and mature with the cash including the item she wants to buy being mentioned and looking at the money being unable to read the English words asking out loud why can't he read it anymore and have it be in quoted text and still speaking English but broken. Have him find a photo of the woman when she was younger describing what she looks like and when the photo was taken and who took the photo and how old she was. Have him look at his new form and his mature reflection in the mirror and the sandals on his feet and squeeze his eyes shut crying not knowing he was stuck as the woman and would never be himself again and this was his life now and he wanted to go home. Have the words be spelled and pronounced differently throughout the story due to the woman's broken English but have him still speak English but make it a very thick accent.

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In 2024, in the city of Derby, Kansas, 6-year-old Mathew Lord was blooming with joy. Known fondly as "Mr. Matt" in his little world, he had a plump build about 45 pounds and stood 4 feet tall. With vibrant blue eyes beneath blonde, bobbed hair, he was a sweet, innocent child. Dressed in a bright orange shirt, dark green shorts, and blue Skechers shoes, he was returning home alone for the first time, a venture granted by his young mother Sara Lord. Sara was a beautiful 22-year-old woman, born on August 1, 2002, standing 5’5” feet tall and 135 lbs. Grandmother Amelia, born on April 4, 1964, was a spry lady with a slender physique of 5’4” and 145 lbs. Mathew himself was full of anecdotes to share with his mother and grandmother, stories of walking alone to their house, along with tales of his trusted stuffed monkey "Obo" and his loyal dog "Fuzzy". Just as he was gleaming at the idea of all the exciting stories he was to tell, he blinked. As he opened his eyes, Mathew now viewed the world from a much higher perspective. From sunny Kansas, he was now in the unseasonably cold rain of Boston, Massachusetts. He was taken aback as he looked down and saw an extravagant, skimpy outfit adorning a curvaceous body. Tiny, expensive Dolce and Gabbana silk cropped-V top barely covering voluptuous bosoms, and a red Francesco Scognamiglio mini skirt pinned precariously above lean, shapely thighs. He wore matching Givenchy stiletto-heeled sandals, resplendant with hints of gold and glimmers of diamonds. The cold air nipped at his exposed skin, a stark contrast to the warm surroundings the six-year-old was used to. The woman he was now was called Erika Sutton, a Canadian from Vancouver. The 57-year-old woman, had a lithe figure standing at 5'11 and weighing 135 lbs. Her chestnut brown, shoulder-length hair was neatly placed away from her face. Her emerald green eyes were accentuated by the golden Tiffany & Co. earrings dangling from her ears. Erika's expensive leather Chanel purse lay on the sidewalk, holding within it the belongings of a wealthy woman: a diamond-encrusted emerald bracelet, an iPhone 13 Pro, an expensive bottle of Dior perfume, a black Montblanc international passport, and several 100 dollar bills. Erika had run away that day from a man she knew, a man she called husband. Erika’s gold wedding band still clinging onto her finger acting as a haunting reminder of the man she ran from. This man was controlling, abusive, and using their shared fortune to control her every move. Feeling trapped, Erika mustered up the courage to flee and in her haste wore this impractical dress, not considering the cold and ensuing rain. That was the last thing left of him on her. Matthew peered down at his new feet encased in the stilletos, "Dang, thes sandals cost mee a loot of monaay and now they ar darteey, with that moneay... I could buy so many candees for mee mamma Nd grandma". Pulling out the photo of a young Erika from the purse, taken in 1988 by Erika's sister at 21, he noticed how vibrant and alive she looked in her youth. Matt squeezed his eyes shut as he realized, the life of matthew was becoming a distant memory. "I dowon wanabee a gaan, I miss momi an granny, I want to go hoome." Fear and confusion filled his young old heart. "Am older than momi an granny naow, dats scary." Tears of realization began to well up in his eyes. In the mirror, he could see Erika's mature face against the dim Boston backdrop, no longer the innocent child of Kansas. The thought of candy brought a brief smile to his face, "maybee I buuy candy with da monaay" he mused before unwillingly muttering, "naow I should buy proper clothees." Money in hand, he frowned, "why I no read dis anymour’." Broken English filled the cold Boston night as Mathew tried to navigate this new world. He didn't know he was now Erika, forever forced to live as this woman, far away from his mother and grandmother. He sat on a nearby bench under the rain, cold, scared, and missing his old life dearly. Confusion and fear filled his heart as he muttered to himself, "I wan go home, missin momi an granny, Fuzzy and Obo, feeling scared in da dark." Little he knew, there was no going back.

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March 19, 2024, 1:26 a.m.

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Published: Tuesday, March 19, 2024

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