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Question: The year is 2021. Write me a long and thorough and detailed story the way I want about a random 6 year old boy with a description of the boy's name, age mentioned, height, weight, birthday, birth year, what state he's from, hair color and style and eye color. His young mom's name, age mentioned, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. His young dad whose no longer in his life's name, age mentioned, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. His young aunt's name, age mentioned, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. His young uncle whose busy doing other stuff's name, age mentioned, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. His grandma's name, age mentioned, height, weight, birthday being after June, birth year mentioned, hair color and style and eye color. Have him kick off his shoes and socks suddenly feeling pain in his feet. Have him be walking home through a trail in the woods when he stumbled upon a backpack full of skimpy women's clothes and heels and sandals and wedges with descriptions of all the clothing and shoes and where they were from. Have the boy notice a purse nearby with cigarettes and a lighter, a torn old wallet and empty feminine hygiene boxes and gum. Have the boy notice a walker of some kind nearby all old looking with a description of the walker. Have the boy say how weird and scary the stuff is and have it be in quoted text and with a lisp. Have him be walking quickly away with his head held high not looking at the ground when he tripped over something. Have him look down realizing he tripped over an old gross pair of raised flip flops somehow managing to slip his feet into them by accident with a description of where the gross shoes came from not being paid for and a description of the flip flops. Have him remove the raised flip flops when his clothing evaporated and disappeared. Have him notice his feet cracking and aging into dirt covered nasty female feet with a description of what his new feet looked like. Have the boy start crying saying how he's gonna miss mommy and auntie so much and he didn't do anything wrong and have it be in quoted text with a lisp. Have the changes continue up his legs as his whole body morphed into a decrepit looking woman. Have a torn skimpy dress and very short shorts form on him as his skin aged and got a dirt coat over it with numerous bruises and cuts. Have his face morph as his hair grew long and matted with a description of his hair and his teeth slowly disappearing. Have his back slowly hunch over badly out of his control as his legs became less steady. Have him slowly try to say goodbye to his mommy and grandma. Have his memories start changing into the woman's. Have his final quote of missing his mom and grandma and wanting to go home morph into her complaining about her back and about hating the cops and the woman she met recently and have it be in quoted text with the quote changing midway through. Reveal the boy had turned into a homeless woman. Reveal the woman's name, age being somewhere in her late 40s or early 50s, height, weight, birthday, birth year, how long she had homeless for and why. Have the woman have a back problem she refuses to take care of. Have the woman slowly inch towards her walker grabbing it. Have the woman spot her raised flip flops walking over to them. Have her rant about who touched them and they weren't in her bag and have it be in quoted text mentioning how she got them from somewhere gross without paying for them and how. Have her pick them up slowly walking somewhere and slipping them on with a step by step process of how she put on her raised flip flops despite having a back issue. Have her prefer raised shoes and heels despite the pain it brought her and the trouble she had walking in them. Have her then grab her purse throwing it over her shoulder and have her close up her backpack hiding it again. Have her say how she really wished people wouldn't touch her stuff and leave her shit alone and have it be in quoted text cussing a lot before pushing her walker closer to town. Have her walk past a store when a female security guard ran outside telling her she was still banned for shoplifting and have it be in quoted text. Have the woman tell the security guard to fuck off and that she wasn't even planning on going into the store anyway and have it be in quoted text. Have the woman stand in front of a mirror looking at herself admiring her dress and her sandals. Have the woman smile saying how she didn't care about her back and that she loved dressing like a princess and have it be in quoted text.
In the year 2021, in a small county in the humid state of Florida, lived a boy named Samuel Ferguson. Samuel, affectionately known as Sam, was a 6-year-old boy, who was ironically born on the 6th of July, in the year 2015. He had an infectious smile that seemed to light up the room and always had an energy about him that truly embodied the spirit of a six year old. Sam was a well-grown boy for his age, tall at 3'9'' with a healthy weight of 45 pounds. He bore a proud crown of blond tousled hair, which perfectly complemented his stunning blue eyes that sparkled with innocence and mischief. Sam's mother was a bright and loving woman named Angela. At just 25 years old, she stood 5'6'' tall and weighed around 130 pounds. Angela was born on the 1st of April in 1996, and she bore a soft brown hair cut in a stylish bob, which framed her hazel eyes beautifully. Sam’s father, Alexander, was no longer present in his life. He was a tall man, who stood 6'1” tall, and weighed 170 pounds. Alexander was born on the 20th of December in 1993, which made him 28 years old in 2021. He had a crew-cut styled dark hair and piercing grey eyes. Sam was also close to his aunt, Caroline, and his uncle, Leo, who was always too busy with his ambitions. Caroline was 23 years old, stood at 5’7” and weighed 120 pounds. She was born on August 2nd in 1998, and her hair, a true brunette, was always neatly straightened. She had deep brown eyes which she inherited from her father. Leo was born on the 5th of June in 1995 which made him 26 years old in 2021. He had short, curly hair the color of beach sand, and his eyes were a vibrant green. Sam's grandmother, Patricia, was a stately woman who was born on the 7th of July in 1954. At the age of 67, she had a full head of white hair that she kept in a tight bun at the nape of her neck. Patricia had deep-set blue eyes which always carried warmth and kindness. Standing at 5'5” and weighing 140 pounds, despite her age, she was a reasonably healthy woman. It was a midsummer sunny afternoon. Sam was trudging back home through a trail in the woods after a lively day at school when he felt a pang of pain surge through his feet. He quickly sat down, kicked off his shoes and socks, rubbing his tender soles. Just as he began to resume his journey, something peculiar caught his eye. An abandoned backpack lay hidden beneath the tree leaves. Curiosity piqued, he decided to poke around. Inside the bag was filled with an assortment of women's clothes – a thin, almost translucent blouse from a famous French designer, a miniskirt with an Italian label on it and an elegant Asian silk scarf among them. There were different kinds of shoes: stilettos, sandals, wedges, all hand-crafted luxury shoes seemingly abandoned. Closeby, Sam noticed a purse. He hesitated but eventually looked inside. He found packets of cigarettes and a functional lighter, a disheveled old wallet with no money, a stack of empty feminine hygiene boxes and tons of gum. There was also an old-looking walker nearby. It had an adjustable stance, but the rust on the sides and the worn-out handles suggested it was used a lot. "This is weird and scawy," Sam lisped, scared by the unusual items in the middle of the wooded trail. He tried to leave the eerie sight behind, walking hurriedly away with his head held high, ignoring the ground beneath. Suddenly, he stumbled over something on the path. Looking down, he found a pair of raised flip flops. Somehow, in his tumble, his feet had slipped right into them. He noticed the label inside - ‘Made in Thailand; not for resale,’ hinting that the flip flops were not paid for. Struggling to remove the raised flip flops, he suddenly felt a chilly breeze, causing him to shiver. When he looked down, to his shock, his clothes had fully disappeared. He shrieked as he noticed his feet ages into a pair of older dirty female feet. His feet were tough and calloused, covered in dusty grime, and his nails were uncut and thick. "No, no, no," he sobbed. "I'm gonna miss Mommy and Aunt Carowine so much! I didn't do anything wrong!" His words came out in a fearful whisper, lisping on certain words as the panic got the better of him. His body continued to change as his legs morphed into an elderly woman's. His skin was no longer plump and boyish but layered with the dirt of many days and nights spent outdoors. Wrinkles covered his skin, and his body was marred with numerous bruises, cuts and scratches. A torn, blood-stained dress and short cut-off shorts formed around his now curved and softened body. Sam’s face lost its childlike youthfulness and grew into a crooked and aged old woman's. His hair grew long, greasy and wild, with the color of dirty blonde. His teeth began to disappear, leaving him with a partially toothless mouth. As he took a step, he hunched over involuntarily, experiencing severe pain. He tried to protest, to call out for his mother and grandmother, but it soon became challenging to speak. His voice had turned scratchy and gruff, exhibiting years of abuse from cigarettes and alcohol. “You know, I’m done with cops and that bitch Sally,” the old woman growled in a deep voice. Memories started to fade. He no longer remembered where he lived or what school he attended. He no longer knew his mother, Angela or his beloved grandmother, Patricia. Now, all he remembered was the dreadful streets of Miami and countless faces of people he shared the streets with. His last memory as Sam was saying how much he missed his family, that he just wanted to go home. But by the time those words left his mouth, he was no longer Sam. “I tell you, my back is a f*cking mess and I can’t seem to find a place to sleep,” the woman complained instead. Our 6-year-old boy, Samuel, had now turned into a homeless woman called Patricia Delarosa. Patricia is a 53-year-old woman, standing at a feeble height of 5'1", and weighing no more than 90 pounds, yet carried the weight of her tragic history on her frail shoulders. She was born on 24th January 1968. Patricia had been homeless for more than 15 years due to a combination of substance abuse and an unfortunate reality of financial difficulty. Ever since she had slipped her last disc in her back, she had been hunched over and had sworn never to visit a doctor in fear of having to pay medical bills she simply did not have the means to cover. Yet, despite her irritable back and deteriorating health, she found delight in the smallest things in life. She dragged her frail body towards the old walker and clung onto it. She hobbled over to her flip flops, breathing heavily as she bent down (due to her back problem) and picked them up. “Who has been touching my stuff?” she muttered. She gave the flip flops a once over, reminiscing over that fateful day she filched it from an open market in Thailand. “Stolen goods last the longest,” she mumbled, gingerly slipping the flip flop onto her left foot, and then the right, taking care not to drop onto the ground. Making her way clumsily through the deserted fields, Patricia looked like a mess, but one thing that soothed her was the feeling of wearing shoes, especially ones that were elevated. It reminded her of her youth when she used to dance at clubs, twirling in high heels for hours on end – one of the many things Patricia missed since she chose this dreadful path. Patricia closed her backpack, hiding her prized possessions from the park. Hoisting her lighter bag onto her back, she mumbled, “I just wish these bloody people would leave my shit alone.” She said this not to anyone in particular but to vent out her frustration at the world; a world that had dealt her a hand that she couldn’t win. Pushing her rusty walker, Patricia made her way to the town. As she approached a store – a cheap supermarket selling second-hand goods – a security guard promptly ran outside to meet her. A burly woman, the security guard barked at Patricia, “You’re still banned from here, Patricia! No more shoplifting!” Rather than feeling ashamed, Patricia chuckled. “Fuck off, Erin! I wasn’t even planning on getting in there anyway!” she retorted, her heavy smoker’s voice echoing in the quiet evening. There was a certain defiance in her tone, a determination to not be put down by others' judgement. As Patricia carried on her way, she found an abandoned building with a broken mirror hung against one of the walls. Curiosity got the best of her, and she inspected herself in it. She was a mess – her hair was the worst mop she’d ever seen; and her once lovely dress was now coats of dirt. Yet, Patricia couldn’t help but smile at her own reflection, admiring her dress and the raised flip flops on her feet. “I don’t give a damn what they think," she said aloud to her reflection. "I love dressing like a princess. I feel like royalty.” And with a soft chuckle, she hobbled on, leaving her past behind, embracing her ironic reality, as she shuffled onto another unseen journey in her life.
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