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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 home alone as night approached when he saw his Spanish friend's house. Include his male friend's name, age, height and weight and how long they've been friends. Have him be holding something in his hand when a dog ran out of the house jumping up at him and stealing the precious item. Reveal what the item was as the dog ran back into his friend's house. Have his friend's older sister and her friends be stepping outside for a total of 3 woman. Reveal his older sister's name, age, birthday, birth year being older than his mom and dad and uncle and aunt, height, weight, hair color and hairstyle and eye color and what she was wearing be skimpy with thigh high sandals and a skimpy purse with womanly contents in it with a description of what they were and her nails are painted and she has tons of makeup and lipstick on also covered in skimpy jewelry in skimpy places with descriptions of the jewelry. Have the boy beg the girls to let him in to get his thing back from their dog and have it be in quoted text spelled wrong cause of a lisp. Have his friend's older sister say no and to get lost and get a new one since you lost it you don't care about it anyway and have it be in quoted text and slightly accented English with letters missing from words slamming the door in his face. Have the boy look around finding another open door sneaking in realizing his friend and his friend's parents weren't home revealing where they went. Have him looking frantically through the surprisingly empty seeming house finding a room where he spotted his item revealing what the item is. Have him take off his shoes and socks to be more quiet walking as he walked closer to his item not looking at the ground when he suddenly tripped over something. Have him look down to realize it was some pair of skimpy sandals with a description of the sandals and what kind they were. Have him remove them confused as to how they slipped on his feet when his clothing disappeared and evaporated. Have his feet crack and shift aging into Spanish female feet with his nails done. Have him start crying as he said he didn't do anything wrong and the dog stole his item and he just wanted it back and didn't wanna be a girl and have it be in quoted text with him crying and a lisp. Have him start singing a song his mom taught him to sing to calm down. Have a strange mature but skimpy outfit form on him as he looked in the mirror realizing he was turning into one of his friend's older family members who was too old to go clubbing but still liked going as his memories started maturing and feminizing as he also started getting an attitude. Have his lyrics of the American lullaby morph into a song by Shakira midway through and have it be in quoted text in Spanish. Reveal who the woman is and her name, age being in her 40s, birthday, birth year being older than his friend's older sister, who she is to his friend, height, weight, hair color, hairstyle and eye color. Have the woman look relaxed as she looked down realizing she was missing some stuff. Have her walk over to her own jewelry putting on each item with a step by step process of her putting on the jewelry and more makeup and lipstick and doing her hair. Have her grab her skimpy sandals walking over to a place to sit setting down the sandals. Have her grab her first foot putting on the first sandal with a step by step process of how she puts the sandal on her foot adding extra care and emphasis on how she wore the sandals doing the same with her second foot. Have her adjust and pull on the sandals making sure they fit snug and stayed tight on her feet walking in a certain feminine way with a detailed description on everything she was doing. Have her touch up on her outfit adjusting her hair as she looked in the mirror pouting and smiling. Have her strut to the mirror blowing kisses at herself and posing and pouting before saying how she can still rock the club even at her age and men love older women and have it be in quoted text mentioning her age in very broken English. Have her grab her purse pulling out a mature clubbing item from it and doing something with the item. Have her say how she can't wait to go clubbing tonight and getting drunk and have it be in quoted text and accented English having no memory of being a 6 year old boy.
Meet our little protagonist, Tommy James. Born on March 12, 2015, Tommy was six years old in 2021 and was a child of robust health. Standing proudly at 3'9" and weighing a sturdy 45 pounds. He was born, raised, and residing in the sunny state of California. His hair was a thick chestnut brown, cropped neatly into a classic bowl-cut that sat upon his head like a shining bronze crown. His eyes were brown as well, reminiscent of melted chocolate, innocent, and gleaming with youthful curiosity. Tommy's mother, Lisa James, was a striking blonde of 24, standing at 5'7" and weighing 140 pounds, maintaining a balanced diet throughout the year to maintain her figure. She was born on February 26, 1997, with vivid green eyes that gleamed with motherly love and understanding. Lisa's hair was long, sun-kissed, and always styled in loose curls tumbling over her shoulders. Tommy's father, Ben James, was sadly no more part of Tommy's life. Ben was thirty, born on July 15, 1991, with a towering height of 6'2" and weighing 190 pounds. He was light-haired with intense blue eyes and maintained a ruggedly handsome look. His hair was always a bit messy, and his scruffy beard added to his charm. Macy, Tommy's aunt, was a fiery redhead, standing 5'8" and weighing 140 pounds. Born on December 28, 1995, she was 25 in 2021. Beneath her firecracker curls, a pair of sapphire blue eyes lived, which perfectly complimented her fair skin. Tommy's uncle from mother's side, Jack, 27 years old, 6'1", and weighing 180 pounds, was born on August 17, 1994, and bore chestnut hair and warm, hazel eyes. Jack was continuously engrossed in his own matters, keeping his hair generally short and overall appearance neat. Lastly, Tommy's grandmother, aka "Gran", Lillian, was a 65-year-old epitome of grace. Born on July 3, 1956, she stood at 5'4" and weighed 150 pounds. Her hair had turned silver with time but was neatly kept in a classic bob. With beautiful hazel eyes and a kind smile, she personified gentle sophistication. One evening, as the dusk began to crawl in, Tommy walked alone on the well-worn path that led to his house. As he passed his Spanish friend's house, he wave at the bright red wooden door. His friend, Pablo, was a year older than Tommy, standing at 4'1", the two young boys had formed a bond over the past three months that had trimmed the barriers of language out of sight. Pablo was on vacation with his parents to the canyon range, leaving their house temporarily empty. In Tommy's right hand, he clutched a cherished item - a small, glimmering silver locket containing a picture of his father. Suddenly, Pablo's golden retriever, Max, scampered out of the house, snatched the locket from Tommy's hand, and scampered back inside. Just as Tommy was contemplating his next moves, the front door opened, and out stepped Pablo's elder sister, Maria, along with her friends. Maria was 30, born on January 12, 1991, and was 5'5" tall and weighed 130 pounds. Her raven-black hair was styled in an elaborate braid, and her dark brown eyes were vibrant and intense, framed by thick mascara-laden lashes. She was dressed in a skimpy mustard-yellow sundress that hugged her curves, accentuating her sunflower jewellery garnishing her waist, wrists, and neck. "Thorry, Maria. Max took my thing. Let me in to get it, pweathe!" Tommy pleaded, his lithe warping his speech. "No, Tommy, get lost," Maria retorted in her slightly accented English. "Stop losing things, boy, ain't my job to look out for them." With that, she pushed the door shut with a resounding thud. Tommy, however, spotted an open patio door. Upon stealthily entering the house, Tommy scoured every room until he spotted the locket sitting in a corner. He slid off his shoes and socks, hoping the lack of noise would protect him from being discovered. As he neared the locket, his foot stumbled over something- a pair of high-heeled, glossy-black stilettos. The shoes somehow fitted perfectly on Tommy's feet, while his clothes inexplicably vanished. Suddenly, everything about him was transforming. He watched in horror as his feet morphed into womanly feet with flawless skin, the nails painted scarlet. He cried, "I didn't do anything wrong! I just wanted my locket!" But his voice was already changing, mixing with sobs and distorted by his lisp. He attempted to comfort himself by singing a lullaby his mother always sang, but before he knew it, his lyrics molded into Shakira's "Hips Don't Lie" in perfect Spanish. As the last notes fell from his transforming lips, he looked into a mirror to see the person he was turning into - Rosalinda, Pablo's aunt. She was a vibrant woman in her early 40s, with a birthday on May 2, 1980, known for her vivacious lifestyle. She was 5'6", weighed 150lbs, and had curly auburn hair cascading down her shoulders with the darkest brown eyes. His own memories began to fade, replaced by Rosalinda's youthful clubbing experiences. Rosalinda, composed, went to her room and began dressing up. She started with her favourite choker necklace, a sleek band of black velvet that hugged her neck, studded with sparkling faux diamonds. Then came matching silver hoop earrings, followed by a smoky eye shadow palette, a shimmering peach blush, and bright ruby-red lipstick which spread across her plush lips. She bent down, velvety black stilettos in hand. She slipped her right foot into the first sandal, the supple insole cozy against her sole. The straps wrapped snuggly around her foot, up to her mid-calf, like a comforting squeeze. She duplicated the process with her left foot, paying extra attention to the zipper at the back, pulling it up till it snuggled just below her calf. She adjusted the straps, making sure they adhered perfectly to her legs. To finalize the transformation, she walked towards the mirror, her heels clicking rhythmically on the floor. Upon reaching the mirror, she tweaked her hair, adding a bit of volume and puffing out her bangs. "I can still rock the club at 40, babes," she declared to her reflection, her voice resonating with confidence, her English marred heavily by her native Spanish accent. Rosalinda then pulled a handy hairspray from her purse, spritzed a fine mist around her hair, adding an extra bit of volume and shine. Her transformation was complete, her youthful spirit undiminished by her age. "No puedo esperar a salir esta noche," she exclaimed excitedly, the thought of a fun night out erasing any remnants of Tommy's memories. Despite beginning this journey as a six-year-old innocent boy named Tommy, she was now a vivacious Spanish woman named Rosalinda, ready to dance the night away.
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