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Question: Write me a long and detailed 130 numbered sentences story the way I type about a little boy with a description of the boy's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, what state he's from, race being white, hair color and style and eye color. His older mom's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. His older aunt's name, age being 8 years older than his mom, 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 walking to his aunt's house for the first time. Have him knock on her door and have her answer. Have her be wearing platform sandals and describe the rest of her outfit in detail and describe the platform sandals in detail with her hair short and her nails done with the color mentioned in detail and have her be wearing tons of jewelry with the jewelry mentioned in detail including a wedding ring described in detail. Have him be holding some money he intended on spending on candy at the store when his aunt snatched the money. Have the boy beg for his money back and have it be in quoted text in lisped English. Have his aunt tell him no and that she'd rather spend it on _____ and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks speaking in a very mature feminine tone mentioning something she wanted to do for herself with the money. Have him get bummed as he walked inside her house. Have her tell her nephew she's going out to ____ and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks mentioning going somewhere women love going. Have the boy take off his shoes and socks with the intention of getting his money back. Have him spot a photo of his mom and aunt together from when they were younger together. Have him go upstairs approaching his aunt's room opening the door. Have him spot the money he was looking for walking towards with his head held high not looking at the ground and have him trip over something. Have him look down to see the very same platform sandals his aunt was wearing earlier now on his feet somehow. Have the boy say ew auntie's shoes are so girly get them off and have it be in quoted text in lisped English. Have him stumble out of the bedroom downstairs to the living room still holding the money. Have his clothes slowly evaporate and disappear leaving him confused and worried. Have his feet start cracking and aging into a perfect fit for the platform sandals complete with his aunt's nail polish mentioning the same color and being detailed with the transformation. Have him freak out looking at the photo of his mom and aunt for comfort yelling to his mom in the photo for help saying he didn't wanna be a girl or become his auntie and have it be in quoted text in lisped English. Include a step by step process of his legs and torso and chest and arms and fingers and head and hair and ears and eyes and eyebrows and eyelashes and lips and teeth and nose and voice maturing into his aunt's with detailed descriptions on everything becoming womanly and feminine even mentioning him getting his aunt's boobs. Have him start off begging for these changes to stop in his innocent childlike way but unwillingly using his aunt's feminine speech patterns and mature language and have it be in quoted text causing him to freak out looking to the photo of his mom again innocently thinking she could actually help him. Have his aunt's identical outfit and jewelry start forming on him from earlier as his memories started altering midsentence until he only remembered being his aunt. Have him say oh no mommy help me please mommy i---- wait what why am i referring to ____ as my mommy she's my _____ sister and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks referring to his mom by her first name and now fully believing he was his aunt and talking exactly like her. Have her look around her living room confused before looking down at herself before spotting the money confused. Have her say that's strange i remember putting that in my ____ after taking it from my ne___ _____ why is it down here? why am i still home? Jesus ____ you're __ years old did i drink too much ____ again and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks addressing herself by her first name lecturing herself for making immature drinking decisions. Have her grab the money putting it in her shirt before admiring her nails. Have her say wow i love being a woman i could never imagine life as a ____ and have it be in quoted text filing in the blanks feeling disdain at the idea of being a boy. Have her look at the same photo from earlier now seeing it in a different light smiling looking down at her body. Have her say wow i remember this photo me and ____ were ____ together about __ years ago i've always been the hotter old___ sister and have it be in quoted text filing in the blanks. Have her sit down on her couch smiling as she admired her platform sandals having no memory of who she used to be. Have her look down at her wedding ring thinking about her husband and have it be in quoted text deciding to touch up on her outfit to look more attractive for her husband mentioning him by name and mentioning the part of her outfit he would the most and why being very specific and seductive also mentioning how she decided to wear the platform sandals just for him and why she did. Have her then contemplate how she's gonna go up to her bedroom and pose on the bed while she waits for him to get home and have it be in quoted text mentioning what she should do with her legs but only wear the platforms in the bed and nothing else. Have her then think about her nephew and how to get him to leave so she and her husband can have fun together and have it be in quoted text. Have her then get up practicing her seductive walk and have her pretend her husband is home saying flirty things to him and have it be in quoted text before chuckling and making fun of herself for being the age she is and acting like a young woman. Have her then walk upstairs touching up on some stuff about her appearance in anticipation for her husband getting thinking about all the years they've been married and have it be in quoted text remembering the thing she finds most attractive about her husband's physical appearance and chuckling and smiling to herself as she said how much she gets excited when she thinks about it referring to the thing from her husband she finds attractive.
Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Tommy. Tommy was 7 years old, stood 4 feet tall, and weighed 55 pounds. His birthday was on June 12th, born in the year 2016. Tommy was from Ohio and of white race, with short, messy brown hair and green eyes. Tommy's older mom, Charlotte, was 42 years old, stood at 5 feet 6 inches, and weighed 165 pounds. Her birthday was on May 3rd, born in 1981. Charlotte had long, wavy blond hair and blue eyes. Tommy also had an older aunt named Mary, who was 50 years old, stood at 5 feet 8 inches, and weighed 150 pounds. Mary's birthday was on October 21st, born in 1973. She had short, straight black hair and hazel eyes. Tommy's grandma, Ethel, was 70 years old, stood at 5 feet 5 inches, and weighed 180 pounds. Her birthday was on March 19th, born in 1953. Ethel had curly gray hair that she kept short and brown eyes. One sunny afternoon, Tommy decided to walk to Aunt Mary’s house for the first time. Nervously clutching some money he intended to spend on candy at the store, he approached the front door. He knocked hesitantly, and soon the door was opened by Aunt Mary. Mary was wearing platform sandals that caught Tommy’s eye instantly. The sandals had thick, high soles decorated with glittery patterns, securing around her ankles with golden buckles. Her outfit consisted of a flowy, knee-length floral dress with a touch of elegance and sophistication. Her short black hair was neatly styled, and her nails, painted a rich ruby red, looked freshly done. She also wore tons of jewelry: large hoop earrings, a beaded necklace, several bangles, and a wedding ring with a diamond set in platinum that sparkled brightly. “Hi Aunt Mary,” Tommy said with a childlike smile. “I was just coming to say hi and show you my money.” Before Tommy could react, Aunt Mary snatched the money from his hand. “Oh Aunt Mary, no! Pwease give it back!” Tommy begged, his words slurred with his innocent lisp. Mary replied, her voice calm and mature, “Oh Tommy, I’d rather spend it on a nice manicure for myself.” Tommy felt bummed as he walked inside her house. Mary turned to Tommy, saying, “I’m heading out to the spa, darling. Make yourself at home.” Tommy reluctantly took off his shoes and socks, intending to get his money back somehow. As he wandered, he spotted a photo of his mom and aunt together when they were younger. The nostalgia pulled at his heart, fueling his determination. He quietly climbed the stairs and approached his aunt’s room, hesitatingly opening the door. To his relief, he saw his money on a dresser across the room. Walking towards it with his head held high, he failed to notice something on the floor and tripped. Looking down, he saw the very same platform sandals his aunt was wearing earlier now on his feet. “Ew, Auntie’s shoes are so girlie! Get them off!” he exclaimed in his lisped English. Stumbling out of the bedroom and downstairs to the living room still holding the money, Tommy noticed something very strange. His clothes slowly began to evaporate and disappear, leaving him confused and worried. His feet started cracking and aging, fitting perfectly into the platform sandals, even having his aunt’s ruby red nail polish. Freaking out, Tommy looked at the photo of his mom and aunt for comfort. "Mommy, help me! I don’t wanna be a girl or become Auntie Mary!” he cried out in his lisped English. The transformation continued as his legs grew long and smooth, his torso narrowing into a feminine figure. His chest expanded, forming a bust like Mary’s, and his arms and fingers became slender. Tommy’s head shaped into a more mature, feminine form, his hair growing black and short, ears piercing into delicate lobes. His eyes turned hazel, lashes long and curling. His eyebrows arched neatly, and his lips formed into a fuller, mature shape. His teeth straightened and whitened, and his voice matured into Mary's feminine tone. “Oh no, please make it stop, I don’t want to change!” he initially pleaded in his innocent way, though his voice, now resembling Mary’s, sounded more mature and composed. Tommy tried looking at the photo for solace, crying out, “Mommy, help me! Please, I---- wait, why am I referring to Charlotte as my mommy? She’s my sister.” Walking back downstairs, now fully believing she was Mary, she looked around the living room in confusion. “That’s strange. I remember putting that in my purse after taking it from my nephew Tommy. Why is it down here? Why am I still at home? Jesus, Mary, you’re 50 years old; did I drink too much wine again?” Mary grabbed the money and tucked it into her dress’s neckline, admiring her nails. “Wow, I love being a woman. I could never imagine life as a boy.” She gazed at the same photo from earlier, now seeing it differently, and smiled warmly. “Wow, I remember this photo. Charlotte and I were at a carnival together about 30 years ago. I’ve always been the hotter, older sister.” Sitting down on her couch, Mary admired her platform sandals, having no memory of who she used to be. Spotting her wedding ring, she began thinking about her husband, “I should touch up on my outfit to look more attractive for William. He loves this dress on me because it shows off my legs. And I wore the platform sandals just for him; he finds them irresistible.” Contemplating, she decided, “I’m going to go up to my bedroom and pose on the bed while waiting for him to get home. Should I cross my legs seductively, or should I just wear the platforms in bed and nothing else?” Mary then thought about what to do with Tommy, planning, “I need to figure out how to get Tommy to leave so William and I can have our fun together.” She got up, practicing her seductive walk, pretending William was home. “Oh William, you always know how to make me feel beautiful,” she said flirtatiously before chuckling, “Mary, you’re 50 years old; stop acting like a young woman.” Walking upstairs, she touched up on her appearance, anticipating William’s return. "We've been married for 25 years, and I still get excited when I think about his strong arms," she murmured to herself, chuckling and smiling. And so, Mary touched up on her appearance, her thoughts filled with William, completely unaware of the boy she once was.
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