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Question: 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, height, weight, birthday, birth year, what state he's from, hair color and style and eye color. His young mom's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. His young dad whose no longer in his life's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. His young aunt's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. His young uncle whose busy doing other stuff's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. His grandma's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, 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, height being shorter than his grandma, weight, birthday, birth year being only slightly younger than 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 aging 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 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. 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 strutting over to where her jewelry was and adding it to her outfit being specific about what she was adding and where she was adding it. Have the woman look around her barber shop wondering where the kid she was waiting on went before shrugging and grabbing her broom to tidy it up having no memory of who she used to be saying out loud that she wondered where the nice young man 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 for tall saying something else looking at her wedding ring and mentioning her husband and other family members.
In the serenity of a sun-dappled neighborhood, lived a frisky 6-year-old boy named Oliver Jackson. Born on July 28, 2015, Oliver stood 3’9” tall and weighed a monsterish forty pounds. He was a buoyant native of Colorado with hair as golden as ripe corn silk—straight and meticulously cut into a short crew cut. His eyes were sapphire blue, reflecting the undulating waves of the Colorado river. His mother, Abigail Jackson, was a young woman of 26. She was born on a summer's day of June 21, 1995, standing at 5'4" tall and weighing 120 pounds. Her chestnut-colored hair hung in loose waves falling just short of her shoulders, framing her heart-shaped face and complementing the warm hazel hues of her eyes. Absent from Oliver's life was his 29-year-old father, Nathaniel Jackson. Nathaniel was a tall, athletic man at 6’2” and 175 lbs, with a birthday on May 4, 1992. His thick, espresso brown hair was usually cropped short, contrasting with his pale blue, almost transluscent eyes that Oliver had inherited. Living in the same bustling neighborhood was Oliver's Aunt Martha. Still basking in her youth at 23, Martha was petite, standing at 5'2" and weighing 110 pounds, her birth date being October 12, 1997. Her fiery red hair was styled into a bob cut hinting at her whimsical nature, and sizzling green eyes that were almost effervescent. Her brother, Uncle Fred, had lived a wanderlust's life, thus absent most of the time. At 27, he was still chasing dreams with a birth date of January 14, 1994. He had a strong physique at 6’0" and 165 lbs, with chin length sun-bleached hair, always in disarray, and striking green eyes that mirrored Martha's. The family was rounded off by the sweet and kind Grandma Emma. Born on October 10, 1956, this 65-year-old lady had blue eyes reminiscent of a serene lake. A petite figure of 5’2” and 130 lbs, her hair, once a dark brown, was now a graceful silver bob that touched her shoulders. One particular afternoon, Oliver sauntered alone towards the neighborhood barber shop, his heart pounding with jittery excitement of his imminent encounter with self-sufficiency. The charming salon was owned by Mrs. Sun Hee Chang, a native Korean woman. Despite being slightly younger at 63, born February 19, 1958, she was shorter than Grandma Emma at 5’1" and marginally heavier at 135 pounds. Her midnight black hair brushed close to her scalp in a voguish Korean pixie cut unlike anything anyone in Oliver's world ever had. Her eyes were an inquisitive shade of dark brown, always assessing, observing, and listening. Dressed smartly in a tailored blazer over a silk blouse, she wore platform sandals that elevated her short stature. Her hands were meticulously groomed with red painted nails, a wedding band on her finger, and jewelry adorned her wrist and neck, adding to her persona of chic elegance. An unexpected work-related call took Mrs. Chang away briefly from the salon. “Vit here, I getting someting,” she said hastily, her English broken, but understandable. While waiting, the young boy slyly slipped off his shoes and socks, experiencing the cold tingle of the salon’s linoleum floor beneath his warm & chubby feet. Instantly, a pressing sense of urgency hit him. “I got ta potty!” he yelled out in innocent distress. Thinking the hallway led to the restroom, the boy ventured down it, not looking at the floor but rather absorbed in the intriguing sketches of hairstyles on the walls. Suddenly, tripped he over something unexpectedly, realizing he had clumsily stepped into Mrs. Chang's platform sandals. Panicked, he attempted to remove the shoes when he noticed, his clothing had inexplicably vanished into thin air. What's more, his feet had transformed, grown older with a prominent arch, and distinctly feminine with the same scarlet nail polish that Mrs. Chang had on. The transformations expanded upwards, his legs, torso, bringing in curves and shapes an adult woman's body possessed. "I's gonna miss mommy and grandma so much," he whimpered. "I didn't do anyting bad, I jus' needed to potty." His tone shifted to worry and fear. He released a whimper before beginning to sing the song his mom often sang to him. "Oh, Mister Moon, Moon, bright and si-." His lyrics changed course midway as his voice started shifting, taking on an accent. "-Dal Kom Han Tteol Geum Geum Ba Nun, Bada Ga, U Ri Reul Bwa Su Ji." His innocent song had morphed into a traditional Korean love song known as "A Maiden's Prayer." He looked at his reflection, the tangible resemblance to Mrs. Chang was uncanny – same hairstyle, outfit, and even the wedding ring. His identity was peeling away with each passing second. Automatically, he moved toward the rack of jewelry he had seen earlier, adding a series of sparkly necklaces, hoop earrings, and an antique golden bracelet to complete his transformation. By the time he was done, little Oliver Jackson was completely replaced by the mature, gracious Mrs. Sun Hee Chang. "Vhere did dat nice young man go?" she wondered in her nuanced English, sweeping the shop, ready for her next client. Staring at her reflection, she chuckled at her tall-appearing figure, "Mee, stil short. Sail-boat sandals no help me be gi-ant!" Her eyes gazed at the wedding ring, "Hee-Chul oppa, and others, must vaiting," she shrugged and got back to her chores, her past reality now a forgotten memory, forever committed to oblivion.
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