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Question: The year is 2021. Write me a long thoroughly detailed story the way I have typed it out about a 6 year old boy with a description of the boy's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, what state in the US 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 aunt'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 staying at his friend's house for the first time holding some money his mom gave him and his phone as well as another thing he cherished the name of the thing mentioned. Include his friend's name, race being Mexican, age, birthday, birth year, height, weight, hair color and style and eye color. Include his friend's mom's name, age being in her late 50s, birthday, birth year, height being shorter than his mom and aunt, weight being over 250 pounds, hair color and style and eye color and have her be wearing a traditional long red and yellow Mexican dress and sandals with her nails painted red and jewelry all over her body including a wedding ring and makeup and lipstick. Have her spot the phone and the money and the other item swiping them from the boy with no hesitation. Have the boy beg her to give them back and have it be in quoted text spelled wrong cause of a lisp. Have the woman tell him no and that she was confiscating them while he was over and have it be in quoted text and a very thick Spanish accent with emphasis on certain words still speaking English. Have her tell her son that she's going out to run an errand and have it be in quoted text mentioning the errand she was running. Have the boy's friend tell him that he can try to get his stuff back now that his mom's gone causing the boy to run through the house searching for his stuff. Have the boy remove his own shoes and socks for some reason as he ran upstairs. Have him stumble upon his friend's mom's room spotting his money and phone and his item as he slowly walked towards his items not looking at the ground. Have him trip over something causing him to temporarily lose balance looking down at his feet. Have him realize his feet had somehow accidentally slipped into the same flip flops his friend's mom was wearing earlier as he went to take them off. Have him realize his feet weren't coming out as he felt his feet begin to crack and age growing to fit the flip flops changing color and his toenails gaining a red polish with detailed descriptions of everything happening. Have the boy frantically pull at the flip flops feeling no progress to remove them as his legs slowly started shifting into his friend's mom's with detailed descriptions of his legs becoming female and Hispanic. Have him yell no i don't wanna be my friend's mom she stole my things and i didn't do anything wrong this isn't fair and have it be in quoted text spelled wrong cause of a lisp. Have his lower torso and upper chest and arms and hands follow suit as his whole body except his head changed into his friend's mom's with step by step processed details on everything changing. Have him manage to pull a flip flop off stopping the changes at his head making him happy as he realized the flip flops really were the cause of the changes. Have him go to remove the other one as his head jerked changing slowly into his friend's mom's starting with her hair, her eyes, her ears, her lips, her teeth, her nose, and finally her voice. Have him desperately bend down to yank on the other flip flop sticking his newly female fingers under the strap slowly feeling it loosen but just as it started loosening, the same traditional dress draped over his body blocking his view and distracting just long enough for his memories to change until he was exactly like his friend's traditional Mexican mom minus her hair being up and her jewelry and her wedding ring and her one flip flop. Have her look around her room puzzled as she looked down at her foot before spotting the items she confiscated earlier. Fury building up inside her, she walked over to the items placing them back where she had them. Have her angrily yell ay! can't believe my son let his friend go through my room without my permission and have it be in quoted text and a very thick Spanish accent with heavily accented English still speaking English but words are spelled wrong. Have her then notice her flip flop in the corner of her room walking over and picking it up. Have her sit down somewhere slipping the flip flop on her foot before making sure the other flip flop was snug on her other foot with a step by step of her tightening the sandals on her feet. Have her clip clop back to her jewelry grabbing all of it including her wedding ring. Have her walk to a room with a mirror setting all the jewelry down before grabbing one piece of jewelry and putting it on with a step by step process of her putting it on. Have her do this with each item ending with the wedding ring as she slipped it on her finger and have her also put her hair back up in a bun. Have her look at her reflection smiling and laughing as she looked down at her dress and jewelry and flip flops before saying hey ____ you don't look half for ____ years old i love being Mexican and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks with a very thick Spanish accent and halted English still speaking English calling herself by her first name.
In the heart of Texas, in the next-to-last month of the year 2021, a little boy named Ethan Brady was alive with excitement. Born on the 24th of September in the year of 2015, Ethan was a lively six-year-old with an innocent and joyful spirit. He stood about 3 feet 8 inches tall and weighed around 45 pounds. His hair, as brown as roasted chestnuts, was cut in a short bob that perfectly framed his face, highlighting his bright green eyes that sparkled with curiosity and excitement. Ethan's mom, Sophie Brady, was a youthful presence in his life. She was born on the 9th of February, 1990, making her 31 years old. At 5 feet 7 inches tall and 130 pounds, Sophie was slender and graceful. Her hair, auburn and long, fell in loose waves that bounced with every step she took. Sophie's eyes were a beautiful shade of hazel, drawing attention and admiration. Every weekend, Ethan spent time with his doting Aunt Rosie, who was born on the 10th of July, 1982. Rosie was 39 years old, stood an impressive 5 feet 9 inches tall, and weighed 150 pounds. Her straight, sandy blonde bob complemented her sky blue eyes, creating a stunning effect. Ethan's anchors of love and support had another critical member - his Grandma Patricia. Born on the 19th of June, 1950, Patricia was 71 years old. Patricia's hair loss left her with thin, wispy white strands styled into a neat bun. Her age had not dimmed the sharpness in her steel-gray eyes reflected wisdom and vitality. Petite and slender, she stood at 5 feet 3 inches and weighed around 120 pounds. One day, Ethan was staying over at his good friend, Juan's house. Juan Gomez, a vibrant and fun-loving Mexican boy, was the same age as Ethan, born on the 28th of August, 2015. Juan was about the same height and weight as Ethan, sporting a head full of dark brown hair cut into a clean crew cut, accentuating his deep-set walnut-brown eyes. Juan's mother, Maria, was a sturdy woman in her late 50s, born on the 20th of December, 19462. Being over 250 pounds and shorter than both Sophie and Rosie, Maria was a woman of imposing presence. Her hair, as black as the midnight sky and neatly tied into a bun, had silver strands that shimmered, giving her an elegant aura. Her warm crimson eyes would usually be hidden behind her eyeglasses. Maria always dressed in beautiful, traditional Mexican dresses, with today's choice of garment being a red and yellow dress. Her feet were adorned in simple sandals, and her fingers boasted an array of rings, including a wedding ring, as well as the red nail paint she took pride in. She wore light makeup to highlight her strong Mexican features, with the red lipstick accentuating her broad smile. On seeing Ethan's phone, some cash and his cherished Iowa State University cap that his dad had gifted him, Maria decided to confiscate them. Maria sternly said, "Ethan, you won't need these while you're here. I will be keeping them safe". Disheartened, Ethan stuttered, “P-please, I-I want th-them back. Th-they're mine”. Maria, checking the time on her wall clock, replied, “But it's time for my tienda errand, mijo. Let's talk when I'm back". Maria's errand served as a cue for Juan. He told Ethan, “Dude, we can find your stuff while my mom is out”. The boys got busy, and Ethan, in his eagerness, removed his own shoes and socks, dashing upstairs. Walking towards the room holding his belongings, Ethan found himself tripping over something. He looked down and his heart pounded only to find his feet snugly fit into Maria's flip flops. Suddenly, he felt an unwelcome heat and pressure from the flip flops. His feet started to crack, itch, and harden. His skin tone started darkening from his characteristic pale to a rich, womanly bronze. His toenails hardened and gleamed with the red nail polish Maria wore. Ethan tried to remove the flip flops, but they clung onto his feet. Terrifyingly, his legs started growing hair, muscles reshaping until they resembled Maria’s sturdy legs. Ethan twisted in horror, “N-No-n-no, I-I don’t wanna be Juan’s m-mom! Wh-why is this happening?” With each passing second, all of his torso started to alter. His arms grew heavier and longer until they had replicated Maria's girth. He tried with all his remaining strength to remove the right flip flop and finally managed, just as the changes reached his neck. Bending down to remove the left flip flop, his head began to change: his hair darkened, eyes a darker shade, lips reddened, teeth shifted, his nose grew. He felt his voice change, the lisp gone. His fingers loosened the flip flop but just as the pressure started fading, Maria's traditional dress fell over him blocking his sight. Memories flowed, replacing Ethan's, until he was left with Maria's. “Qué caray?”, he muttered, now fully Maria, puzzled at the sight of his confiscated items. She walked over to the items and placed them back. “¡Ay! ¡No puedo creer que mi hijo dejó a su amigo revisar mi cuarto sin mi permiso!” She noticed her flip flop in the corner of the room, walked over and picked it up, slipped it on her foot. She adjusted her sandals, ensuring they fit perfectly, the clinging noises echoing in the room. Maria then moved to her jewelry, gleaming and spread on her dresser. Gently, with heavy gold and diamond earrings adorned her ears one after the other; the silver chains followed, each with a particular pattern, each with a memory attached. Then came the sundry set of bracelets, each finding its place in Maria's hands. Finally, she picked up her wedding ring, slid it on, then moved on to finally tie up her hair in her trademark bun, securing a final shroud of familiarity. Gazing at her reflection, she smiled at the image she found. “Hey, Maria! For 59 years old, you don’t look half-bad. ¡Me encanta ser Mexicana! (I love being Mexican!)”, she laughed, glancing at her dress, jewelry, and flip flops.
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