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Question: Story: Write me a story the way I type about 7 year old Evin being left home alone for the first by his 22 year old mom. His mom had decided to run a few errands but trusted him to be home alone for a few hours. While at home, he heard a knock at the door. Checking the peephole, he saw 34 year old Valentina. She was a Hispanic homeless woman who had been homeless since she was 13 years old and had been living on the streets since. She had long brown hair, brown eyes and was wearing a tan crop top and short shorts with her purse on her shoulder and a pair of sunglasses and some hoop earrings. She was also wearing fake red nails. She was barefoot at the moment not having any shoes. Please have Valentina say the quote "Hello! I just need food or water. Please señor tengo tanto frio y estoy tan triste" Evin opened the door to the barefoot woman and gave her a water and some of his cookies he had to feed her. She was extremely happy and reached out for a hug. Evin hugged her back and felt dizzy. Please have him open his eyes and realize he's wearing sunglasses and have him pull them up. Please have him see he's wearing a tan crop top, short shorts, a purse, hoop earrings and fake red nails. Please have Evin remove the purse, hoop earrings, sunglasses and fake red nails deeming them all too girly. Please have Evin say the quote "Why am I tall? I'm little. Why am I so big?" in his new slightly accented voice. Evin looked down at his new body seeing his new female features and his brown skin and knocked on his own door. His own body answered the door. Evin begged to swap back or stop playing pretend or whatever and Valentina in Evin's body declined telling him she was done being homeless and alone and stuck outside and to enjoy his new life. Evin's innocent child memories altered, matured and feminized until he only remembered being Valentina. Please have Valentina say the quote "AY! My head hurts for some reason. ¿Qué estoy haciendo fuera de esta casa? No quiero que me llame la policía" Valentina then noticed her purse and her other things were missing. Please have Valentina say the quote "AY! ¿Dónde está mi bolso, mis aretes y mis gafas de sol? Métete en el juego, Valentina" Please have Valentina find her sunglasses and put them back on and find her purse throwing it over her shoulder and find her hoop earrings putting them back on and find them her fake nails reapplying them. Valentina then started walking down the road feeling the hot sun on her feet. She was trying to walk in the shaded areas as much as she could. Please have Valentina say the quote "Hace tanto calor afuera que me arden los pies. Necesito encontrar un área con sombra para dormir" Valentina eventually did find a shaded area just in time for nightfall and laid down. A small part of her was frustrated she had been homeless for so long as she started tearing up as she fell asleep having no memory of being 7 year old Evin.
Once upon a time, seven-year-old Evin was home alone as his twenty-two-year-old mom went to run a few errands. Evin's heart jumped in his chest when he heard a knock on the door for the first time since his mom left. Checking the peephole, he was taken aback at the sight of Valentina. Valentina was a thirty-four-year-old homeless woman who had been living on the streets since she was just thirteen. The hardship of her life was evident in her expressive brown eyes. Despite her difficult circumstances, she still managed to maintain a sense of style. Valentina had long brown hair, and wore a tan crop top with short shorts. Her accessories were a pair of sunglasses, some hoop earrings, and fake red nails. She was barefoot, her shoes evidently deemed a luxury she couldn't afford. "Hello! I just need food or water. Please señor, tengo tanto frío y estoy tan triste," Valentina pleaded with a desolate look in her eyes. Evin opened the door, his small heart aching for the woman standing in front of him. He stepped forward, offering her a water bottle and some of his cookies. Valentina looked at him with surprise and gratitude, reaching out to the little boy for a heartfelt hug. The moment Evin reciprocated the hug, he felt a wave of dizziness washing over him. When he opened his eyes, he was startled to see the world from a different height. It took him a moment to realize he was wearing sunglasses, he pulled them up in confusion. Blinking, he noticed he was wearing a tan crop top, short shorts, a purse on his shoulder, hoop earrings, and fake red nails. Overwhelmed by sudden changes, Evin hastily removed the purse, hoop earrings, sunglasses, and fake red nails. "Why am I tall? I'm little. Why am I so big?" he questioned in a slightly accented voice that was completely foreign to him. Looking down, he gasped at his new female features. His pale skin was now a warm brown, the dilemmas of the homeless woman mirrored in her body's wear and tear. He knocked on his own door, only to find his former body answer. Panicked, Evin implored his old body, now inhabited by Valentina, to swap back. The woman declined, declaring that she was done being homeless and alone. Evin felt his memories, his childlike innocence, slowly warping and evolving, maturing and feminizing until he only remembered being Valentina. He confusedly looked at the house. "AY! My head hurts for some reason. ¿Qué estoy haciendo fuera de esta casa? No quiero que me llame la policía." Valentina then noticed that her purse and other items were missing. "AY! ¿Dónde está mi bolso, mis aretes y mis gafas de sol? Métete en el juego, Valentina," she muttered, frantically looking around. She soon found her belongings, putting on her sunglasses and hoop earrings, and reapplying her fake nails. Valentina started walking down the road, the hot sun searing her bare feet. "Hace tanto calor afuera que me arden los pies. Necesito encontrar un área con sombra para dormir." She found a shaded area just as nightfall hit, a haven from the relentless heat of the day. As she settled down for the night, a part of her was frustrated and devastated at her prolonged hardship. Tears welled up in her eyes as she fell asleep, no memory of being seven-year-old Evin remained. Only a life lived as Valentina remained, the struggle of her years on the streets the only thing that felt familiar.
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