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Question: The year is 2021. Write me a long and thorough and detailed story the way I have typed 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 be walking through a back alley when he started feeling pain in his feet forcing him to remove his shoes and socks. Have him keep walking through the alley spotting a tiny purse full of money and cigarettes and a lighter as well as bubblegum and other feminine things. Have him spot torn articles of feminine clothing freaking him out as he decided to rush out of the alleyway not looking down at the ground. Have him trip over something looking down. Have him see slightly raised heeled sandals kicking them off when his clothes evaporated and disappeared. Have his feet crack and shift turning into tiny petite female feet with painted nails. Have him freak out as the changes crept us his legs with a step by step process of his legs maturing and lengthening and feminizing. Have him say out loud how he didn't do anything wrong and he just wanted to go home and have it be in quoted text with a lisp and the words spelled wrong. Have his chest and torso and arms and hands transform and feminize with a step by step process of his body transforming. Have his memories start changing as his head and hair and face mature with a step by step process of his ears and nose and lips and eyes and voice and teeth and everything changing. Have a simple bra and panties form on him as his pleas for his mom morphed midsentence as his pleas became desperate pleas from a scared woman and have it be in quoted text with the quote shifting midway through. Reveal the woman's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, eye color, hair color and hair style and what she did for work and that she had ran away from home leaving her mom and dad behind. Have the woman spot her sandals she had taken off earlier for some reason walking over and grabbing them. Have her sit down on the uncomfortable ground putting them back on with a step by step process of her putting each sandal on each foot. Have her run in her heeled sandals over to her purse picking it up and worriedly continuing her run through the alleyway having no memory of being a 6 year old boy. Have her peek into her purse pulling out a cigarette and lighting it up to calm herself down before sitting down in the cold wet alleyway. Have her look down at her tiny body saying it's days like this i wish i were born a man i'm not even ___ feet tall and these heels are a size __ which is more proof my feet are so fucking small i hate being a fucking lady and now i'm scared and alone hoping that ___ doesn't find me and just listen to my little girl voice i don't sound like i'm __ years old i sound more like i'm _ years old and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks. Have her continue strutting down the alleyway coming across a broken full length mirror looking in the mirror seeing her tiny body frowning again before deciding to practice her toughness and intimidation. Have her attempt to stand firm losing her balance and almost dropping her purse saying to her reflection hey you you don't wanna mess with me if you do you'll be sorry just wait i'll make you ____ and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks with something a stripper would do to make a man happy as she couldn't go through with being intimidating even to herself.
In the year of 2021, nestled within the heart of Scranton, Pennsylvania, our story begins. It revolves around a lively 6-year old boy named Samuel, affectionately called Sam by his family and friends. Born on October 26, 2014, young Sam was just a tender bud who brought joy and innocence into an ever-changing world. Standing at a pigeon-toed 3 feet 6 inches tall, with a bean pole frame of merely 40 pounds, the world felt like a gigantic playground for him. Sam had hair the color of a harvest moon, cropped in a bowl-cut style, which often swayed as he ran around, smiling with eyes as bright and blue as the summer skies. Life hadn't been entirely easy though. He was raised by his young, dedicated single mother, named Emily, who was known for her strikingly unique looks and overwhelming love for her son. Born March 14, 1998, Emily had just celebrated her 23rd birthday with her little moppet. Standing at 5 feet 2 inches tall and weighing approximately 110 pounds, she was a petite and graceful woman. Her shoulder-length chestnut hair framed her face perfectly, and her unending green eyes mirrored her strong will and determination. Sam's father, Charles (known as Charlie), born July 15, 1996, wasn't a part of his life anymore. A man of 6 feet 1 inch height and weighing about 180 pounds, Charlie was a no-show since Sam was just a baby. Blessed with thick, dark brown hair styled often in a buzz cut and hypnotic hazel eyes, his absence caused a void in little Sam's life which could not be filled. Sam also had a kind aunt named Laura, born August 5, 1995, who played an important role in his upbringing. Being 5 feet 4 inches tall and weighing around 130 pounds, Aunt Laura had a welcoming warmth about her that entrusted comfort and love. Her blonde hair was usually tied in a bun and her brown eyes held a friendly twinkle. Sam's busy uncle, named Jake, was a distant figure in Sam's life. Born on April 25, 1992, Jake stood at 5 feet 11 inches, weighed around 160 pounds, possessed fiery red hair, and had mesmerizing grey eyes. Grandma Lily, who was born on July 17, 1955, had the most impact on Sam. At a height of 5 feet 5 inches and weight of 150 pounds, she had wavy hair the color of sterling silver and captivating green eyes that held a lifetime of wisdom. One fateful day while walking through a back alley, Sam started feeling severe pain in his feet. He winced, stopped, and removed his shoes and socks, trying to understand what was wrong. Suddenly, his attention was caught by a tiny purse. It was filled with money, cigarettes, a lighter, bubblegum, and other seemingly feminine trinkets. Nervously picking up the purse, he examined it, then dropped it in horror as he noticed torn articles of women's clothing scattered around him. Shuddering, he decided to rush out of the alleyway, not once looking down at the ground. A painful trip over something made him look down—slightly raised heeled sandals. Kicking them off, he suddenly felt a strange sensation as his clothes evaporated and disappeared. Panicked, he watched as his feet started to crack and shift, morphing into small, petite lady's feet with perfectly painted toenails. The pain increased as the change continued to creep up his legs, a step-by-step transformation that lengthened and feminized them. "I didn't do anything wrong! I just want to go home!" he reasoned, speaking in a babyish lisp, the fear evident in his mispronounced words. His plea echoed in the alley when suddenly the changes attacked his chest, torso, arms, and hands. His chest flattened and slimmed as his hands became dainty, long, and limber. His mind began to fog and shift, memories of playing ball and chasing butterflies turned into those of shopping and gossiping with girl-friends. His hair lengthened, the dirty blond turned into a plush brown that cascaded down to the middle of his back, his features softened, and his voice became melodious and sweet-sounding. "What...what's happening to...AGH!" His plea morphed halfway into a feminine cry, his eyes wide, his mouth agape. Suddenly his body was enveloped by simple women's underwear—a bra and a pair of lacy panties. Now standing as a woman named Adrianne, born on April 18, 1997, and standing at a height of 5 feet 2 inches and weighing 115 pounds. Colored blue eye and brunette-haired, a woman who worked as an accountant and who had run away from her parents' home, looked at the sandals that were now fitting her perfectly. Sitting on the uncomfortable cold ground, she smoothly put one foot and then another into the sandals. A sense of familiarity washed over her as she stumbled to her feet. Rushing over, she picked the purse, her purse, and hurriedly walked down the alleyway, devoid of any memory of ever being Sam. Peeking into her purse, she retrieved a cigarette and a lighter, quickly setting the stick aflame to calm her racing heart. As she slumped down the cold wet alleyway, a bitter chuckle escaped her lips. "It's days like this I wish I were born a man...I'm not even 5 feet tall, and these heels are a size 7, more proof my feet are so fucking small! I hate being a lady, and now I'm scared and alone, hoping that Charlie doesn't find me! Just listen to my little girl voice...I don't sound like I'm 24 years old, I sound more like I'm 14!" she mumbled to her cigarette, before stubbing it against the wall, and then continued down the eerily quiet alleyway. At the far end of the alleyway, she came across a broken full-length mirror. Upon her reflection, her heart sank again, but she straightened herself, deciding to practice her toughness and intimidation—for survival. She took a deep breath, took a step towards the reflection, losing her balance and almost dropping her purse. “Hey you! You don’t wanna mess with me! If you do, you’ll be sorry! Just wait, I’ll make you….” Adrianne trailed off, lacking an appropriate threat that fit her new reality. For the moment, survival in the harsh world was all she could focus on.
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