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Question: Story: Write me a story about 8 year old Aiden being watched by his 17 year old sister Jenna. Jenna had retreated to bed wearing a crop top and short shorts. Aiden was still awake but in his room wearing a t-shirt and shorts. He was playing with his race cars when he heard commotion downstairs. Walking to the stairs to see if it was Jenna, he noticed a bunch of men dressed in black wearing ski masks going through everything. Scared to death, he ran to Jenna's room only to find her sleeping in bed. Trying to wake her up, Jenna only told Aiden to go back to bed and rolled over. As Aiden went to check if the men were still there, Aiden accidentally stepped into a pair of Jenna's pink glittery flip flops. Kicking them off, Aiden was grossed out at the idea of wearing anything pink or girly. Soon, his feet started cracking and aging into Jenna's complete with her violet glittery nail polish. Aiden freaked out at seeing he now had Jenna's female feet. Trying to wake up Jenna again, the changes accelerated as he grew to her short height, his arms and legs feminized. His fingers gaining the same polish. His face and hair turning into Jenna's as he gained her blonde straight shoulder length hair. His eyes turning blue as his teeth grew in white and straight. His outfit turning into the same crop top and short shorts. His voice maturing into Jenna's female pitch. He looked over at his sleeping sister only to notice she was evaporating into a mist leaving the bed empty. This startled Aiden as he realized he was becoming the new Jenna. A picture of Aiden, Jenna and their parents started morphing until Aiden was no longer in the photo making him realize he no longer existed. Suddenly, Aiden's memories started changing and maturing until he only remembered being Jenna. Aiden started floating to Jenna's as he slowly landed in the same position Jenna was in falling asleep. Just seconds later, the new Jenna opened her eyes yawning and stretching as she rolled on to her back. Standing up, she adjusted her short shorts slightly before yawning again. Jenna wondered why she was awake in the middle of the night not normally being up this late. She walked over to her pink glittery flip flops and put them on. Clip clopping out to her upstairs hallway, Jenna heard commotion downstairs. As she peeked down, she saw numerous men wearing ski masks. Trying to be quiet, Jenna fearfully walked slowly back to her. Each creek of the hardwood floor felt louder beneath her feet. Each clip clip of her sandals making her nervous. She got back to her room quietly closing the door and locking it. Jenna looked down at her flip flops and clip clopped over to her closet mirror. The new Jenna said the quote "I really hope they didn't hear me. I'm so screwed if they find me. One teenage girl vs. at least 10 fully grown men. I really had to wear my loudest flip flops" She grabbed her pink iPhone and dialed 911 hating the idea of being alone now having no memory of being 8 year old Aiden.
Once upon a time in the quiet suburbs of Chicago, eight-year-old Aiden was captivated by his racing cars, deep into playing out grand Formula 1 assumptions, while his seventeen-year-old sister, Jenna, had long retired to bed. The warm summer night warranted light attire, and Jenna wore a comfortable crop top with short shorts. Aiden, in the safety of home, casually sported a soft t-shirt and shorts. Suddenly, a shiver passed through Aiden as he heard thunderous footsteps downstairs. His little heart pounded against his chest like a trapped bird. Startled, he padded towards the stairs, only to witness a haunting sight. A group of men, masked and black-clothed, rummaged through the living room. His mind reeled with fear. He quietly scurried back into Jenna's room, desperate to seek the safety of his older sister, only to find Jenna blissfully unaware, deep in sleep. Frustrated and scared, he tried to wake Jenna up, but she only told Aiden to go back to bed and rolled over. Suddenly, a transformation started taking place. Unintentionally, Aiden had placed his foot into Jenna's pink glittery flip flops as he'd left her room. Repulsed by the girly footwear, he hastily kicked off the flip flops. Disbelief clouded his mind as his feet began to change, starting from his little toes right up to his ankles. They took on an older, feminine appearance - Jenna's feet, complete with her favorite violet glittery nail polish! In utter shock, Aiden attempted to wake Jenna but his sudden transformation continued, gaining ground, swiftly engulfing his entire body. His height, once marked by annual pencil scratches on the wall indicating his growth, had matched Jenna’s. His arms, his legs, and even his fingers began to feminize, acquiring Jenna’s lithe structure and her sparkling violet nail paint. His face softened while his hair lightened to a golden blonde, recreating Jenna's beautiful features and shoulder-length hair. His eyes turned a vibrant blue while his teeth reshaped to be as white and straight as his sister’s. Even his plain outfit transformed into Jenna's crop top and short shorts. Suddenly, he heard another strange noise. On turning, he froze, seeing Jenna evaporating into a fine mist, leaving only the empty bed. And with that, he felt a dizzying wave pass over as he watched his own presence disappear from the family photo, leaving only Jenna, their parents, and no indication he ever existed. Everything changed, even his young, innocent memories, to mature reflections of his sister's life. He became Jenna in every possible way. It was as if Aiden had never existed and Jenna was right here, going back to sleep on the bed, yawning and stretching like she had just woken up. Jenna clung onto the peaceful silence of the night. Puzzled, she adjusted her short shorts and yawned again. It was unusually late for her to be awake. Picking up her pink glittery flip flops, she set out to find what caused the ruckus. Creeping back downstairs, she noticed the masked men rummaging through their belongings. The startling realization clenched onto her heart and she quickly tiptoed back to her room, barely making a sound among the flip-flop's constant clip-clop against her floor. Locking the door behind her, Jenna sank down to the floor. She looked down at her flip flops and moving to her closet mirror, whispered to her reflection, "I really hope they didn't hear me. I'm so screwed if they find me. One teenage girl vs at least 10 fully grown men. I really had to wear my loudest flip flops." Reaching for her pink iPhone, she dialed 911, hating the loneliness that suddenly seeped into her room. The thought of being little Aiden seemed completely alien, as she prepared to face the immediate danger.
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