Title: "Metamorphosis in Seoul: A Salon's Enigmatic Spell"

1. Ben, a young white boy of seven years, stood holding his mother's hand in the midst of the chaos that had turned the world upside down.
2. His blond hair was cut short, barely grazing his forehead, and his blue eyes glowed with a mix of innocence and curiosity.
3. He wore a red and white striped t-shirt, denim overalls that reached his knees, and a pair of blue sneakers with fraying laces.
4. His mother, Sarah, was a strong and determined woman, trying to keep her composure as she navigated through the grocery store.
5. Sarah was 34 years old, 5 feet 6 inches tall, weighing 140 pounds, born on March 15, 1986, with long, straight brown hair and piercing green eyes.
6. Her birthday was always a simple occasion, but this year, amidst the zombie pandemic, celebrations were the farthest thing from her mind.
7. Sarah's shoe size was a modest 7, and Ben had often made amusing comments about it.
8. "Mommy, why are your feet so tiny? When I grow up, will mine be that small?" Ben asked, his voice filled with innocence.
9. Sarah laughed softly, ruffling Ben's hair, "No, sweetie, your feet will grow big because you're a boy and not a girl. I guess you'll probably end up with size 10 or 11!"
10. The laughter was a fleeting moment of normalcy as they wearily moved through the store, grabbing food and supplies.
11. All at once, the dull hum of the store was disrupted by the guttural growls of approaching zombies.
12. Sarah's heart pounded as she clutched Ben's hand tighter, "Run, Ben! Stay close to me!"
13. They sprinted through the aisles, panic seizing them as the undead poured in from every corner.
14. Just as they rounded a corner, they ran into a group of six Korean women, their presence commanding attention.
15. The women wore a variety of blouses and skirts, each ensemble unique yet equally elegant.
16. One woman, named Jiyoon, wore a powder blue blouse with a floral pattern, paired with a knee-length navy skirt.
17. Her platform sandals were white with delicate flower designs, and her nails were painted a soft lavender.
18. Jiyoon was 47 years old, 5 feet 4 inches, and weighed 135 pounds, born on January 10, 1973.
19. Her wedding ring was a simple gold band, emblematic of her long marriage.
20. Another woman, named Misook, wore a pastel pink blouse with puffed sleeves and a white, pleated skirt.
21. Her platform shoes were pink, matching her blouse, and her nails were painted a bright coral.
22. Misook was 50 years old, 5 feet 3 inches tall, and weighed 130 pounds, born on October 5, 1970.
23. The third woman, Hyun, wore a green blouse with ruffles and an A-line black skirt that fell just above her knees.
24. Her platform sandals were a deep green, harmonizing with her blouse, and her nails were painted emerald.
25. Hyun, aged 54, was 5 feet 2 inches tall, weighing 125 pounds, and was born on November 22, 1966.
26. Sehee, the fourth woman, was the eldest, wearing a burgundy blouse with intricate embroidery and a long beige skirt.
27. Her platform sandals were brown leather, showing signs of wear, and her nails were painted a glossy maroon.
28. Sehee was 62 years old, 5 feet 1 inch tall, and she weighed 120 pounds, born on December 8, 1958.
29. Alongside her, Saehee, Hyun's cousin, wore a red blouse with a bow necktie and a fitted gray pencil skirt.
30. Her platform shoes were sleek black, matching her polished red nails.
31. Saehee was 48 years old, standing at 5 feet 3 inches and weighing 128 pounds, born on March 3, 1972.
32. The last woman, named Jihye, wore a yellow blouse with lace trim and a flowing white skirt.
33. Her platform sandals were yellow and matched her nails, painted a sunny hue.
34. Jihye, aged 46, was the shortest at 5 feet 1 inch, weighing 125 pounds, born on July 14, 1974.
35. All six women were salon stylists, each with over two decades of experience in their field.
36. Sehee and Saehee were from Seoul, South Korea, where they had spent their childhood; Jihye had been born in Busan.
37. They all held an air of calm despite the unfolding chaos, perhaps bolstered by their lifelong friendships and shared profession.
38. As the zombies drew nearer, Sehee noticed Ben, her eyes widening.
39. She reached out to him, speaking softly in Korean, though Ben understood none of it.
40. "Agu, neomu gwiyeowo," she murmured, as she gently took hold of his arm.
41. Ben tried to wiggle free but Sehee's grip was firm, the world spinning around him.
42. His vision blurred until everything went black, and he felt a strange sensation wash over him.
43. When Ben's eyes fluttered open, the world looked oddly different.
44. He stood up, feeling taller and strangely different, looking down at a blouse and knee-length skirt similar to what Sehee had been wearing.
45. His skin tone was different, more like the Korean women he'd seen earlier, and on his feet were platform sandals, the same uncomfortable kind from before.
46. As he called out, "Mommy, where are you?" the words came out jumbled, "Mommy, we dwo you?"
47. Panic surged through him as he staggered about, tripping over the platform sandals, feeling them thumping awkwardly against the floor.
48. His unfamiliar female voice made him gag in dismay, "No, no!"
49. Desperately, he tried to adjust to the uncomfortable outfit but fell again, his new body moving in a distinctly feminine way.
50. His reflection in a nearby mirror showed almond-shaped eyes staring back at him, tears threatening to spill over.
51. He traced his eyes with his polished nails, trying to adjust them back to his wide, boyish eyes, but it was futile.
52. "I wanna go home, I want my mommy," he murmured, though his new voice betrayed him, "I wa to go home, I wa mammy."
53. He began to cry, the unfamiliar sound of his feminine sobs filling the empty space.
54. The sensation of his short hair under his fingertips made him tense, the polished nails reminding him of his new, unwelcome reality.
55. He fiddled with the blouse and skirt, trying to yank them off, but the fabric stubbornly stayed put.
56. First, he tried pulling the blouse over his head, to no avail; it was tight and unyielding.
57. Next, he yanked at the skirt's waistband, but his small hands couldn't undo the clasp.
58. Twisting and turning, he tried to wriggle out of the blouse but succeeded only in tiring himself out.
59. Finally, he opted to undress slowly, step by step, but discovered he felt trapped in the clothing's design.
60. Flipping back to the platform sandals, he gathered all his might to rid himself of them.
61. Tugging fiercely at the straps with his nails, they showed no sign of coming off.
62. He tried wiggling his feet free, only to feel the sandals remain obstinately fixed.
63. Ben attempted bending the sandals back, hoping they'd snap; they did not.
64. Sitting down, he pulled at each sandal with both hands, but they seemed cemented.
65. Finally, aiming to cut the straps with a sharp edge, he stopped, afraid of hurting himself.
66. He stared at his tiny female feet in disdain, "I hate having girl feet and tawkin wike da funny wady."
67. His balance faltered again, tripping himself, launching forward into a stumbling speed walk that felt unsettlingly graceful.
68. The Korean woman's body moved fluidly, adapting to each step, making the mirror reflect a highly feminine form.
69. Next, Ben reached to remove the first piece of jewelry, the wedding ring, but it wouldn't budge on his slim finger.
70. The bracelet clasped to his wrist thwarted his efforts, refusing to come undone.
71. He tried to wrangle off a necklace that was now tight and suffocating, but the clasp eluded him.
72. Earrings dangled, and he couldn't seem to find a way to unclip them with his unsteady hands.
73. Anklets around his slender ankles held firm despite his exasperated attempts.
74. Finally, a brooch pinned neatly to his blouse felt impossible to unfasten with trembling hands.
75. Frustrated beyond measure, he cried out, "I'm scared," but it came out garbled, "I'm styaired."
76. The Korean women reappeared, each an odd mixture of concern and seriousness as they took his hands.
77. Another woman, Saehee, spoke sharply in Korean, reminding her friend Sehee of her age and family, "Saenghwaneun neomu sopungseureowe!"
78. The words meant little to Ben, standing bewildered as their sentiments washed over him.
79. "I'm nhot a girwl, I'm a byoy," he insisted, "My name's Ben, and m'mom's Sarah!"
80. He motioned clumsily to the platform sandals and jewelry, and the women began to help remove them.
81. One noticed a woman searching nearby, describing Ben's mother to her friends.
82. Whispers in Korean filled the air, words Ben could not understand: "I nun jinsim-eulo tteoyo."
83. Another woman countered, "I boy deserves a less stressful life."
84. "Living in Sehee's body would be easier; he's too young for teenage struggles or growing pains," they concluded.
85. They began to accept that inside Sehee was indeed a young boy, deciding to overwrite his memories entirely to give him peace.
86. They approached him, "We see your mom," they said in broken English, "But there's just one problem."
87. Hope surged in him, "You f'ound my mommy?"
88. The women nodded, "But we'll erase your memories to make you our friend."
89. Panic-stricken, he resisted, "No, I don't yanna be a gurl!"
90. Ignoring his pleas, the women started chanting under their breaths, casting their spell in Korean.
91. Ben felt his thoughts slipping, memories fading, trying to fight the encroaching darkness.
92. Favorite foods he once adored transformed—strawberry ice cream became kimchi.
93. His favorite TV shows turned from cartoons to Korean dramas.
94. Childhood movies he treasured reimagined into classics Sehee had grown up watching.
95. Soccer practice memories shifted to memories of spending evenings at the salon.
96. Images of elementary school faded, replaced by cosmetology classes and training.
97. Visits to the local park turned into strolls along marketplaces of Seoul.
98. Scenes of family outings twisted into family gatherings with her own husband and children.
99. His mother calling from the kitchen became Sehee's daughter asking for help with school.
100. His father teaching him to ride a bike became her husband teaching their son to drive.
101. Feelings of fear on Halloween nights replaced by joy at traditional Korean holidays.
102. Birthday parties with friends evolved into calm family dinners.
103. The fear of getting good grades morphed into the responsibility of teaching at the salon.
104. Childhood jokes and laughter now aligned with inside gags shared with her closest friends.
105. Lastly, cautious dreams of the future became Sehee’s memories of her past, enduring the hardships in Korea and migrating to a new country.
106. Her favorite foods realigned, her old personal tastes overtaking Ben's.
107. When her eyes flickered open, she looked down, seeing her mid thirties self.
108. Confusedly, she asked in Korean, "What happened?"
109. "You just thought you were a young boy," her friends explained, smiling warmly.
110. Sehee blinked, staring at her reflection, "Of course I'm not a boy. I've lived so much!"
111. She thanked her friends, reminiscing about her accomplishments; she’d never been a boy.
112. Adjusting her jewelry, she chuckled, "Thank you, my friends. I'm back to my right mind."
113. The memories of Ben faded completely, replaced by the life of a dedicated and seasoned salon stylist.
114. Sehee's small feet thumped against the pavement as she relished in her return.
115. The familiar feeling of the platform sandals filled her with a comforting realization.
116. Soon after, she was swept up in the rhythmic bustle of her salon.
117. "Oh, what a stylish set of nails you have!," a client's voice filled the air and she smiled.
118. In the salon, amidst idle chatter, Sehee felt a sense of completeness that enveloped her.
119. Ben's mother, still searching for her son with teary eyes, entered the salon, seeking comfort.
120. Consumed with grief, she hoped for a brief distraction as she awaited her turn.
121. With a hypnotic thump, Sehee approached Ben's mother, setting up the chair and supplies.
122. "Please, sit down, what can I do for you today?" she asked gently.
123. Ben’s mother took a deep breath, explaining her desired haircut.
124. "I’d like a simple trim, just above the shoulders," she said softly, her eyes exhausted.
125. "Okay," Sehee responded, although in her new voice, it sounded, "Okey, above da shouldurs."
126. The comfort of hair-cutting tools felt oddly reassuring in the hands of Sehee, who once was Ben.
127. Engrossed in her task, Sehee did not recognize the grief-stricken woman as her former mother.
128. Ben’s mother glanced admiringly at Sehee’s nails and jewelry, "Your nails are lovely."
129. "Thank you," Sehee smiled. "I lyke dis color bery much; I've been married foor tweenty years."
130. She continued, "These earrings were gifts from friends over ten yers ago; this ring, my husband give it on our annyversary."
131. "And the sandals, they’re beautiful too," Ben's mom remarked, trying harder to distract herself.
132. Sehee chuckled, "Thank you, three years ago I got dem," she slipped them off offering, "Try them?"
133. Sarah tried but found her feet too big, laughing softly, while Sehee effortlessly slid them back on.
134. Discussions carried on in Korean among the other salon stylists as Sehee worked diligently.
135. "He's a handsome boy," Sehee complimented her, thinking of her own mature children, "Mine are much older by twen-tee years."
136. She mentioned, "I moved here from South Korea in 2000, and it was a long journey, coming from a small village."
137. Sharing her story, she highlighted the elderliness that marked her life, considering herself an experienced soul.
138. "You’re lucky with a young son, though," she praised Sarah, "You’re a pretty young woman."
139. Sarah felt a pang, "Thank you..." she said softly while grasping the weight of her son's disappearance.
140. Sehee meanwhile adjusted to her sense of normalcy, finishing as she noticed Sarah’s sadness briefly.
141. Brushing off lingering confusion, she slowly resumed the internal rhythm she knew as her reality.
142. In her compact world around the salon, nothing remained of Ben—only Sehee flourished.
143. Memories of countless satisfied clients filled her heart, where Ben had once resided.
144. Her polished nails expertly maneuvered through each strand of Sarah’s hair, offering professional respite.
145. As the shadows waned outside, the day at the salon slowly moved to its closing chapter.
146. "It's been stressful times," Ben’s mother sighed, thinking of her little boy again.
147. "Indeed, it has," Sehee answered, her warmth oblivious to the personal plight she unknowingly caused.
148. Jazz softly played in the background, a resounding calmness enveloping the emptying salon.
149. The notable distance between the women from wholly different lives never bridged emotionally.
150. Where one carried grief, another carried fulfillment and solace in the familiar comforts of daily routine.
151. Hours ebbed, and the bustling life of the stylists condensed into their stories.
152. Each shared in the language foreign to Sarah but meaningful amongst themselves.
153. The sound of thumping sandals against the tiles became a metronome of their existence.
154. Darkness outside signaled the salon’s pre-closing wind-down ritual.
155. Sarah left with a lighter burden, although a persistent void weighed in her heart.
156. Ben existed no longer in the world, as Sehee's reality remained unaffected by the loss she unknowingly caused.
157. Ultimately, Sehee's encapsulated world shifted forward, an unknowing survivor of strange magic.
158. Meanwhile, Ben's life had been completely rewritten, his essence lost to Sehee’s identity.
159. The spell seamlessly integrated the importance of life’s experiences, replacing a budding future.
160. Another day ended at the salon, preserved memories spasmed into harmonious routines.
161. Sehee’s laughter joined the chatter among friends, resonating with the woman she had always been.
162. Conversations hushed down to huskily mentioned plans for the following day.
163. Routine reflections defined her existence, unaware of the great anomaly shackled beneath.
164. Her thoughts and plans revolved around tomorrow’s clients, not grieving outsiders.
165. Dresses, kimchi, methods of airbrushing makeup, elegantly strewn dreams of accomplished women.
166. Each word, each gesture held a piece of binding reality to her identity.
167. Unperturbed by any remaining residue of Ben's existence, her life coalesced into routine precision.
168. Tuning out the humdrum, the bond of friendship fused seamlessly.
169. Brushing away remnants of the day, setting tools precisely in place, each gesture meticulous.
170. Sehee prepared closing tasks, involved in the rhythm of a fully experienced stylist's world.
171. The echoes of identities transformed silently drifted, absent from memory.
172. With each harmonious step, her platform sandals thudded a consistent echo in time.
173. Patterns of repetition her fingers traced in delicate artistry transcended residual doubts.
174. She tucked away strands of her short, precise hair, a customary end to the salon routine.
175. Closing announcements signaled completion to another saga of everyday encounters.
176. Clients exited, instrumental music settled into the background ambiance of closing rituals.
177. Gratitude and goodbyes echoed through the aceous atmosphere.
178. Final arrangements and departures synchronized smoothly.
179. Tilting mirrors reflected planned steps immediately guided to promptly arranged actions.
180. By the day’s end, Sehee stood contented, unwittingly harboring memories summarily

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