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Question: Write me a story about 12 year old Andrew at his 29 year old cousin Stacy's house for the summer with the promise of doing some work around the house, Stacy and her husband Preston would pay Andrew. One day, Stacy and Andrew wanted their bedroom cleaned leaving Andrew. They told Andrew he could have two hundred dollars and just to grab it out of their room. As he slowly sorted the trash and laundry to clean, he failed to notice Stacy's black glittery sandals in his way. Accidentally slipping them on, he tried to remove them but they wouldn't budge. His feet slowly grew and aged into Stacy's with her pedicure. He screamed for help as the changes continued up his legs. His hair grew long and curly and blonde. His face now mirroring Stacy's. A long black sundress forming on him and a pair of sunglasses formed on him. Stacy's wedding ring formed on his finger. "Oh no. Stacy's wedding ring" he said in Stacy's voice. His memories changed his thoughts mid sentence as Andrew only remembered being Stacy. "Oh no please help. Someone I need----- oh I need to update my nails. They could use some work. Wonder if there are any openings. Wait why am I at home? Where's Andrew? Honey! Did Andrew go home? I thought he was staying for the summer. Preston, sweetie? Where's my husband?" the new Stacy asked wondering how she was still home and where her little cousin and husband were.
Once upon a summer's day, a twelve-year-old lad named Andrew found himself at his older cousin Stacy's house. The arrangement was simple: he would help out with chores and tasks around the house and in return, Stacy and her husband, Preston, would give him fair compensation for his hard labor. One particular morning, Stacy and Preston had a specific task for Andrew: they wanted their master bedroom tidied up. The prospect of earning two hundred dollars for this one task was indeed tempting, so Andrew willingly agreed. He was given permission to take his payment directly from their room. As Andrew worked his way through the room, meticulously separating trash from laundry, he failed to notice a pair of black, glittery sandals in his path. Out of pure accident, he slipped his small feet into them. Panic surged through his veins when he tried to remove them, only to realize that they were somehow stuck to his feet. Before he knew it, his feet began to morph and change, growing and aging to match Stacy's mature feet complete with her pedicure. Terror gripped him as the metamorphosis continued upwards, transforming his prepubescent body into that of a grown woman's. His screams for help morphed into Stacy's voice as his hair lengthened, curling and turning a stunning blonde. His face soon mirrored Stacy's, and a long, black sundress materialized on his form, sunglasses taking shape atop his head. The transformation was not merely physical; his thoughts and memories altered, growing increasingly hazy. In a panic, Andrew reached for his hand, now adorned with the same wedding ring that was Stacy's. "Oh no. Stacy's wedding ring!" he gasped in her voice. However, even as he spoke, his thoughts were becoming jumbled, his memories shifting. "...Oh, I need to update my nails. Surely there have to be some openings at the spa. But wait, why am I home? Where's Andrew?" he said in confusion. "Wait where's my husband?" the new Stacy concluded, aghast at how she had ended up home and at a loss for where her younger cousin and husband had vanished, not realizing the alarming transformation she had just been through.
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