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Question: The year is 2021. Write me a long and thorough and detailed story the way I write 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 mentioned, birth year mentioned, hair color and style and eye color. Have him be walking to a barber shop alone for the first as he entered the salon. Have the woman working be a Korean woman with a Korean style pixie cut, a blazer, a blouse and platform sandals with her nails painted and a wedding ring on her finger and jewelry all over her body with a description of the jewelry. Reveal the Korean woman's name, age mentioned, height being shorter than his grandma, weight, birthday being different than his grandma, birth year being the same year as his grandma, hair color and eye color. Have the Korean woman walk out of the room to get something for the boy's hair cut and have her say to the boy to wait for her to come back and have it be in quoted text and very broken English and halted with misspellings. Have the boy slip his own shoes and socks while he waited as he felt the cold floor beneath his feet as he walked around the barber. Have the boy suddenly need to use the bathroom innocently yelling out he had to potty and have it be in quoted text. Have the boy decide to go down a hallway thinking it led to the bathroom as he walked with his head up not looking at the ground. Have the boy trip over something losing his balance before looking down realizing he accidentally tripped over the Korean woman's platform sandals and managed to slip them on by accident. Have the boy go to remove them when his clothing evaporated and disappeared scaring him. Have the boy try to remove the platform sandals when his feet started cracking and aging into female feet with red nail polish matching the Korean woman's. Have the boy frantically pull the platform sandals trying to remove them to stop the changes as they crept up his legs and he started changing more. Have the boy say he's gonna miss mommy and grandma so much and he didn't do anything wrong and just had to potty and have it be in quoted text. Have him somehow realize in his heart he's the same age as his grandma and much older than his mom and aunt causing him to cry. Have the boy be scared as he worriedly started singing a song his mom always taught him to sing when he was scared. Have his whole body morph and mature into the woman's as an identical outfit formed on him and wedding ring as he looked exactly like the woman minus the jewelry and wedding ring. Have the boy's memories start altering as his voice and accent changed into a Korean one. Have the boy continue singing the song to calm himself down as his memories altered completely causing his innocent song to turn into a traditional female Korean song midway through and have it be in quoted text with the English song lyrics changing into the traditional Korean song and translated and also written in English too. Please have the boy be singing one song and have it be in quoted text as it morphs into a Korean song having the quoted text morph midway through but also having the Korean song also be translated. Have the woman smile as she finished singing before looking down at her outfit and her platform sandals before spotting her jewelry and wedding ring strutting over to where her jewelry was adding it all to her outfit as well as adding her wedding ring being specific about what she was adding and where she was adding it and how she was adding it. Have her then adjust her outfit and her platform sandals in a feminine way doing womanly things as she walked around her salon with detailed descriptions on how she adjusted her outfit and adjusted her platform sandals and the things she did to upkeep her salon. Have the woman look around her barber shop wondering where the kid she was waiting on went before shrugging and tidying it up even more having no memory of who she used to be saying out loud that she wondered where the little boy went and have it be in quoted text in very broken English with words spelled wrong and halted English. Have her look down at her platform sandals and smile before walking over to one of her mirrors and smiling before chuckling at herself. Have her say how short she is and how the platform sandals don't make her much taller and have it be in quoted text and very broken English not knowing what platform sandals are called calling them something else and not knowing the word little boy or young man saying something else looking at her wedding ring and mentioning her husband and other family members. Have her mention how tough American and English language is compared to Korean and have it be in quoted text not knowing the words American and English saying something else to describe the language.
Once upon a time, in the vibrant summer of 2021, in the Midwestern state of Illinois lived a 6-year-old boy named Christopher Bain. Born on the 14th of April, 2015, Christopher, often known as Chris by his loved ones, measured a sprightly 3 feet 8 inches in height and weighed 45 pounds. With his dark brown tousled hair glowing under the sun akin to a summer's eve, his piercing brilliant blue eyes never failed to captivate everyone he met. Chris's mom, Emma Bain, was a young woman of 24, born on September 2, 1996. Emma stood at 5 feet 4 inches tall and weighed about 125 pounds. Her long, chestnut hair was often braided or tied loosely into a ponytail, making her appear even more youthful than she was. Her thoughtful, hazel eyes reflected the depth of her soul. Emma's pretty freckled face inevitably brought a comforting warmth to all those in her presence. In Chris's life, there was also the shadowed memory of his estranged father, Max Clark. Max, a tall man of 28, who measured 5 feet 11 inches in height and weighed 180 pounds, was born on July 19, 1992. His dark black hair, always swept back in a stylish haircut contrasted strongly with his striking light green eyes, gave him a certain charm, but one that was tainted by a troubled past. Chris's young aunt, Leah Bain, was just 22 years old, born on May 15, 1998. Leah stood at a height of 5 feet 6 inches and weighed about 115 pounds. Her dirty blonde hair, usually styled in side-swept bangs, and her twinkling grey eyes were the first things you noticed about her. Chris’s uncle, Ben Clark, a busy 30-year-old tradesman, born on January 10, 1991, was a man who often spent most of his time working. Ben was exactly 6 feet, and weighted around 190 lbs. His auburn hair, usually hidden under caps, and blue eyes radiated a certain dynamic energy that made him noticeable despite his unpredictable schedules. Paternal grandmother, Linda Clark was a wise woman of 65, born on December 11, 1955. She stood at a height of 5 feet and weighed about 145 pounds. Her silver hair was often draped around her shoulders and her deep-set blue eyes echoed the depth and wisdom life had granted her. One day, Chris found himself before "Sunny's Salon", a small barbershop operated by a Korean-American woman named Ji-Yeon Park. A compact woman of the same age as Linda but shorter by a couple of inches and weighing approximately 140 pounds, she was born on September 16, 1955. Ji-Yeon donned a short pixie cut in a glowing shade of copper brown and had dark brown, monolid eyes that were always warm and welcoming. She was wearing a business-like blazer, a casual blouse, platform sandals, and a beautiful wedding ring, along with splendid jewelry all over her body. "A moment", she said in her heavy accented English, leaving Chris on his own as she went to get something. The young boy eagerly removed his shoes and socks, curious to feel the cold tile beneath his feet as he waited. Suddenly, he blurted, "I needs potty!" In his innocent hustle to find the restroom, Chris tripped over what seemed to be a pair of platform sandals. Much to his surprise, he discovered they had snuggly ensconced his feet. But, a chill whipped through his spine when he realized he was completely naked and his feet were rapidly morphing into feminine feet, the toenails painted a bold red like Ji-Yeon's. Heart pounding, he struggled to remove the sandals, as undoable as extracting an old tree from the soil. His body began to morph frighteningly, subtly shifting from his childlike form to something like Ji-Yeon. Tears welled up in his eyes as he stammered a fond adieu to his memories, "I gonna mish mommy and grandma. I dinna do anytin' wrong, jus' needed to potty." As the changes evolved, a sudden comforting memory of a song his mother used to sing when he was scared enveloped him and he began to hum, "A dream is a wish your heart makes..." His body further morphed, his memories reshaping and an unfamiliar melody replaced his mother's song, the English words dissolving into Korean lullaby, "Janggu-ya, osyeo buldupyeongi muru ttwio. Janggu-ya, osyeo buldupyeongi muru ttwio..." And then, there was silence. He found himself standing at the mirror, the young boy was replaced by an older woman who was identical to Ji-Yeon, wearing a similar outfit, minus the jewelry and ring. Ji-Yeon, started humming what seemed to Chris like a traditional Korean song, mesmerizing him in the process. "No one to depend on, no one to rely on...” she sang. She then walked over to the jewelry stand, meticulously adding each piece of jewelry to her outfit, fastening the earrings first, then draping the necklace around her neck. Finally, she slipped the ring on her finger, her eyes softening as it fits exactly in its place. Ji-Yeon, then looked around her salon, tidying up the place, she adjusted her blouse, her sandals, styled her pixie cut, striking the perfect balance between casual and business-like, all executed in the perfect feminine essence that oozed elegance. “Where baba boy go?”, she muttered in broken English, brushing a stray hair from her face. She chuckled at herself in the mirror, “I short, standy shoe no make tall.” Looking at her wedding ring, she said, “I happy. Love husband, love famiry.” With a gentle sigh, she continued, “Amelikan lango, diffiku from 'hangukmal'”. Comparing the complexity of American language with her native language, Korean. Unbeknownst of what had just transpired. Unaware of the metamorphosis, that had just occurred, she moved on, preparing for her next client, oblivious to the spirit of a young boy innocently trapped in her existence.
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