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Question: Write me a detailed story the way I write about a 7 year old boy with a description of his name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, eye color, hair color and style and what state he lives in. Include his young mom's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, eye color, hair color and style. Include his dad who no longer is a part of his life's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, eye color, hair color and style. Include his young aunt's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, eye color, hair color and style. Include his uncle who no longer is a part of his life's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, eye color, hair color and style. Include his grandma's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, eye color, hair color and style. Have him be at home getting ready to go over to his friend's house for the first time alone with permission from his mom. Have his friend be a girl and include her name, age height, weight, birthday, birth year, eye color, hair color and style. Have him be almost ready to go when he is unable to find the key part of his outfit and include what it is freaking out. Have one of the boy's female family members admit she hid his thing in a random part of the house and have it be in quoted text. Have the boy frustratingly look around for his thing spotting in a random room of the house. Have him take off his shoes and socks for some reason as he approached it. Have him be looking directly at the thing not looking at the ground tripping over something. Have the thing he tripped over be girly with a note nearby it that read watch your step ____ since you can't pay attention you will now become _____ happy mother's day and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks. Have the thing he tripped over latch onto him as he slowly felt himself changing. Have his feet slowly change becoming female but elderly. Have his ankles and legs and knees and thighs change with detailed descriptions of them becoming female but elderly. Have his chest and stomach and torso and arms and shoulders and hands and fingers change with detailed descriptions of them becoming female but wrinkled. Have his head and hair and face and eyes and ears and nose eyebrows and eyelashes and nose and lips and teeth and voice change with detailed descriptions of them becoming female but elderly. Have a feminine outfit that's elderly form on him of some kind as a pair of flip flops formed on his feet and include a description of the outfit as he looked in the mirror revealing the woman he turned into. Reveal the woman's name, who she is to the boy, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, eye color and hair color and style. Have the boy say no i don't wanna become a girl i want to see ____ i have a crush on her please----- i want to see ____ i've had a crush on ____ since i was a little ___ about ___ years old i hope ___ feels the same about me and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks and having the quote shift from the boy talking to the woman talking about someone else midway through the sentence. Have the woman have no memory of being a 7 year old boy and keep the story going as she keeps talking about Mother's Day and who she loves and not remembering her old life. Have the woman say i could've sworn i saw ___ run in here where did he go gotta love my energetic little ___son i hope he doesn't fall in the same mistakes as ___ did before he left ___ and him
Once upon a time in the vibrant state of Colorado, there lived a 7-year-old boy named Jackson. He was born on June 13, 2014, and weighed a healthy 58 pounds. Standing 4 feet tall, Jackson was a well-built kid for his age. With chocolate-brown hair styled in a trendy crew cut and striking emerald-green eyes, he often reminded people of a miniature action hero. His young single mother, Emily, was 24. Slim and delicate, bearing a weight of 120lbs over a height of 5'6", she celebrated her birthday every October 3rd, making her 1990 the year of her birth. Her hazel eyes were captivating and her long, wavy blonde hair reached her shoulders. Jackson's unfair share of life involved never having his dad around. Mark, aged 32 presented 6'1" height and 170 lbs weight. He was born on December 12, 1989, and was the owner of striking blue eyes that matched the shade of the autumn sky. His dark brown hair styled short with a side parting, always left some ladies turning heads. In the family, there was also a young aunt named Sarah. She was his mom's younger sister and was 22 years old. She was a gymnast, measuring 5'4" tall and weighed around 110 lbs. Sarah, born on May 17, 1999, bore entrancing grey eyes and her waist-long hair dyed electric blue, was usually styled in a high ponytail. Then, there was Charlie, his estranged uncle, a stubborn, intense man of 30. With his height measuring at 5'9", Charlie weighed solid 180lbs. Born on August 15, 1991, his deep-set brown eyes bore the same shade of their mother's while his hair was ebony black, cropped close to his head, military style. At the heart of the family was Grandma Janet. 65 years old, she was a loveable yet robust woman. Her 5 feet, 150 lbs frame was both soft and substantial. Born January 1, 1957, her old yet bright blue eyes bore insurmountable kindness and her curly silver hair roamed freely around her shoulders. One fine morning, Jackson, dressed in his favorite superhero shirt, was excited to visit his friend, Lily, for the first time alone. Lily was a charming 7-year-old girl, standing at 3'9" tall and weighed about 50 lbs. Born on March 20, 2014, her deep auburn hair hung in twin braids and her playful brown eyes sparkled with delight. Just then, Jackson found his outfit incomplete. His matching superhero cap was missing! "Emily!" Sarah, his Aunt shouted from the kitchen. "I hid Jackson's cap in the microwave. Thought it'd be funny. April Fools' Day, remember?" The new and unexpected hiding spot sent Jackson into a frenzy. Like a miniature tornado, he rushed into the kitchen, hastily taking off his shoes and socks in his rush to retrieve his missing article. He didn't notice where he was stepping. Suddenly, he tripped over a pair of dainty pink slippers. A note read, "Watch your step, Jackson. Since you can't pay attention, you will now become Grandma Janet. Happy Mother's Day!" The words stirred him as he felt an unknown force creep into him. Starting from the feet that were now snug inside the slippers, they transformed into old, frail but impeccably manicured feet. His shins and calves became slender but wrinkled, knees weakened but still robust, and thighs assumed a softened but naturally aged feminine contour. His chest, slowly becoming softer and more rounded, showed signs of an elderly woman. His once flat belly now carried a nurturing curve of years gone by, and the torso took the shape of an aged but still graceful lady. He could feel his arms slimming, becoming wrinkled but tender, with shoulders that carried years of wisdom. His fingers- slender and adorned with aged spots. He looked at his reflection while his face transformed into a wrinkled version of itself, with kind blue eyes, just like Grandma Janet's, and a loving smile adorned with dentures. His brown crew cut slowly turned white and grew into a silver bob, tastefully brushed and parted perfectly on the side. Jackson, now looking at his reflection, found Grandma Janet, his family's much adored 65-year-old matriarch staring back at him. 5 feet tall, weighing 150 lbs, her birthday being January 1, 1957. Her hair classy silver, eyes a comforting blue. He found himself in a classic floral printed sundress with a pearl necklace adorning the neckline. On his feet were grandma's worn-out but comfortable pink flip-flops. "No, I don't want to become a girl," Jackson said in shock. The voice that replied wasn't his. It was older, softer, more feminine. "I want to see Lily. I have a crush on her... Wait, Arthur? Have I told you? I've had a crush on Arthur since I was a little girl, about 16 years old. I hope he feels the same about me..." It was Janet's voice now. Suddenly, all memory of being Jackson vanished from Janet's mind. Puzzled, she shook her head and carried on about Mother's Day, reminiscing her old love and completely forgetting about a past life as a 7-year-old boy. "I could've sworn I saw Jackson run in here," she said, looking around the kitchen. "Where did he go? Gotta love my energetic little grandson. I hope he doesn't fall in the same mistakes as Charlie did before he left. Ah, boys will be boys..." she said, mistily reminiscing about the past.
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