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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 mentioned, birth year mentioned, hair color and style and eye color. Have him be walking to a salon alone for the first as he entered the salon. Have the woman working be a Mexican woman with a Mexican hairstyle in a bun, a tank top and shorts and Mexican women's traditional Mexican women's sandals with her nails painted and a wedding ring on her finger and jewelry all over her body with a description of the jewelry and a name and description of the sandals. Reveal the Mexican woman's name, age, height, weight being over 300 pounds, birthday being different from his grandma, birth year be the same as his grandma, hair color and eye color. Have the woman leave 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 spot a bag or purse of some kind with a description of what's inside a salon stylist would have for herself along with personal items. Have the boy suddenly need to use the bathroom innocently yelling out he had to potty and have it be in quoted text with words spelled different cause of a lisp. Have the boy decide to go down a hallway thinking it led to the bathroom as he walked with his head up looking at something else not looking at the ground. Have the boy trip over something losing his balance before looking down realizing he accidentally tripped over the Mexican women's 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 flip flops when his feet started cracking and aging and changing color into female feet with nail polish matching the woman's. Have the boy frantically pull the flip flops removing them but not stopping the changes. 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 he doesn't wanna be an icky girl and have it be in quoted text with words spelled wrong cause of a lisp. Have him somehow find out the birth year of the Mexican woman he was becoming realizing he was now born the same year as his grandma and possibly even older than her by a few months causing him to shake and cry in fear. 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 own shoes and socks disappear completely worrying him. Have his whole body morph and mature into the woman's as an identical outfit formed on him as he looked exactly like the woman minus the jewelry and wedding ring and flip flops and her hair being up. Have the boy's memories start altering as his voice and accent changed into a Mexican one. Have the boy continue singing the song to calm himself down as his memories altered completely as he was singing an American lullaby and have it be in quoted text as it morphs into a traditional Mexican song having the quoted text morph midway through but also having the Mexican song also be translated. Have the woman smile as she finished singing before looking down at her outfit before spotting her jewelry and wedding ring and flip flops which were hers of course. Have her decide to put her hair up with a description of the way she did her hair with a step by step process of how she did it. She then strutted over to where her jewelry was adding it all to her outfit as well as adding her wedding ring being specific about the jewelry she was adding and where she was adding it and how she was adding it with a step by step process on what she was doing with the jewelry. Have her then pick up her flip flops walking to a nearby chair and sitting down and setting the flip flops down momentarily. Have her bend down slipping each flip flop in it's rightful spot onto her feet with a step by step process on what she was doing. Have her then adjust her outfit and her flip flops in a feminine way doing womanly things as she walked around her salon stumbling and losing her flip flops once again momentarily. Have her grab them again putting them on once again slipping them on and adjusting her hair and with very detailed descriptions. Have the woman look around her salon wondering what she was doing moments ago strutting around loudly and worriedly before saying out loud that she wondered what she was doing and where did the boy go and have it be in quoted text in broken English with words spelled wrong and halted English. Have her say how she's so confused as to why there are no customers today and have it be in quoted text in broken English with words spelled wrong and halted English with words pronounced with different letters than they're supposed to. Have her spot her bag or purse walking over to it and going through it and pulling something out being feminine traditional and her using it. Have her smile as she looked at her reflection seeing the only reflection she had known her entire life adjusting a random part of her outfit in the mirror before sitting down. Have the woman laugh and say something sassy about her husband and have it be in quoted text using his first name pronuncing it with an accent and halted Mexican accented English looking down at her wedding ring. Have her decide to close up shop for the day due to lack of customers walking over to her purse picking it up and going through it and putting on a pair of sunglasses and throwing it over her shoulder with a step by step process of her doing it all.
In the heartland of 2021 Illinois, there lived a little boy who was the very personification of youthful exuberance. His name was Ethan, a name so greatly bestowed upon him by his young mother. He stood at about 3 feet 7 inches tall, weighing an adorable 47 pounds--just the right size for his age of six, born on October 1, 2015. His brown hair, cut into a classic crew style, was a clear contrast to his bright blue eyes that seemed to hold a world full of stories within them. His mother, Grace, had been working diligently to raise him well. Born on November 22, 1992, she was quite young, only 29 years old. She was more on the petite side, standing at just 5 feet 2 inches tall and weighing around 110 pounds. Her hazelnut hair, which she usually kept up in a ponytail, complimented her green eyes beautifully. As a single mom, Grace had been taking on double duties since Ethan’s father had chosen to walk out on them. Ethan’s dad, Noah, had been a towering figure, standing at 6 feet 4 inches tall with a weight of 200 pounds. Born on November 18, 1990, he was 31 years old, but he bore no part in Ethan's life. His jet-black hair was kept short and spiked, contrasting with his ice-cold grey eyes. Grace's younger sister, Emily, had proven to be the most loving aunt Ethan could have wished for. Born on March 8, 1995, she was 26 years old. Emily was quite tall for a woman, around 5 feet 8 inches tall and weighed 130 pounds. Her fiery red hair was always styled in soft waves that flowed down her shoulders, accentuating her chocolate brown eyes. As for Ethan's young Uncle Jake, born on January 15, 1987, he was 34 years old and mostly busy with his own life. Jake stood at 6 feet 2 inches tall and weighed a solid 180 pounds. He kept his blonde hair trimmed short, however, his captivating blue eyes were always hidden behind a pair of wide-framed glasses. Ethan's biggest support, however, was his grandma, Agnes, born on June 14, 1955. At 66 years old, she was noticeably shorter than the rest, standing at 5 feet 1 inch, and weighed 140 pounds. She sported a classy bob of silver hair that complimented her calm, light blue eyes perfectly. One weekend, Ethan decided to embark on a mini-adventure of walking alone to the local salon. A Mexican lady named Lupita welcomed him into the salon, greeting him with a warm, toothy smile. Lupita, born on the very same day as grandma Agnes, June 14, but the year was 1955, shared the birth year but was a few months older. She was a sturdy woman, standing at 5 feet 4 inches tall and weighed over 300 pounds. Her jet-black hair was tightly wound into a bun at the nape of her neck and was complemented by her deep, shiny brown eyes. Lupita, sporting a bright pink tank top with denim shorts, was adorned with an array of jewelry, from silver bangles to chunky necklaces, and even an elaborate wedding ring that embraced her chunky fingers with grace. Beneath her feet were a pair of traditional Mexican huarache sandals, finely woven, exhibiting ethnic aesthetics. "Please, por favor, sit down, mijo. I will be back," she instructed Ethan, her English was broken and heavily accented, as she padded off to fetch something for his haircut. While waiting, Ethan removed his own shoes and socks, feeling the cold tiled floor underneath his small feet. He found himself wandering closer to Lupita's bag, filled with various hairdressing paraphernalia and her personal items including her red lipstick and a small mirror. Suddenly, Ethan felt the urge to use the bathroom. He raised his small voice and lisped, "I have to potty!" He ventured down a hallway, assuming it led to the restroom. As he walked intently, wondering about the intriguing pictures on the wall, he tripped over Lupita's huarache sandals that had been left in the hallway. Startled, Ethan quickly tried to remove the Mexican sandals, only for his clothing to disintegrate. His small feet, housed in the sandals, began to crack and age, his feet turning the same copper color as Lupita's, and his nails painting themselves with the same red nail polish she wore. His voice trembled as he cried out, "I didn't do nuffin' wrong! I jus' wanna see mommy and gwamma! No icky girls!" The thought of him being the same age as his grandma unsettled him, making him shake with fear as he suddenly remembered a song taught by his mother when he felt scared. He started to sing, "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star...Estrellita, donde estás?” His lisping English turned into a clear, deep-toned Spanish as his whole body began to morph, reminiscent of Lupita. His youthful appearance aged, and he found himself looking exactly like Lupita, complete with her outfit but minus the jewelry and her hair bun. Ethan’s memories of a six-year-old boy slowly faded, and new ones appeared, only of a woman named Lupita. His voice acquired a Mexican accent, and he finished singing the song, now a popular Mexican lullaby ”Cielito Lindo." With a sigh, Lupita looked over herself. She walked over to her dressing table and began prepping her hair, pulling it up into a neat bun complementing her face with a few flicks of her wrist. She noticed all the jewelry on the table, each carefully picked and worn. She began draping the pieces over herself: the chunky necklace rested between her collar bones, each bangle slipped onto her wrists, earrings dangled from her ears, and finally, the elaborately designed wedding ring on her finger encasing it with grace. She then picked up her huaraches, their straps beautifully woven with a slight sheen. Lupita made her way over to a chair, seated herself, and delicately slipped her feet into each of her sandals, feeling the textured leather under her soles and enjoying the familiar sensation. She adjusted her outfit, tucking shirt, rearranging necklace, each movement fluid and feminine. Walking around her salon, she stumbled and lost her sandals once again. But, she merely picked them back up and slipped them on, adjusting her lustrous hair as she admired herself in the mirror. Lupita looked around her salon, a space that she had decorated with so much care and love, and wondered out loud in broken English, "What was I doin'? Where the little boy go?" She frowned slightly, feeling confused about the lack of customers that day. She spoke to herself again, "So quiet. Where are all los customers?" Her eyes landed on her bag, a large sequin-embellished purse; she walked over to it and dug in, retrieving her favorite lipstick, a bright and bold shade of red that glistened against her lips. She smiled at her reflection, lifting her hand to adjust the dangling earrings. Lupita then took a seat, laughing as she mused about her husband, "Oh, Miguel, he would've liked this quiet day," her voice echoed through the silent salon. With the day coming to a peaceful close, Lupita decided to shut the salon for the evening due to a lack of customers. She neatly packed her belongings into her bag, pulling out a pair of oversized sunglasses, perching them over her head. She pulled her purse over her shoulder, her bangles jingling in response, and faced the silent streets, ready to return home after another eventful day at the salon.
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