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Question: Write me a long and thorough and detailed 180 numbered sentences thoroughly detailed story the way I write 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 female celebrity crush by name and why he has a crush on her and have him have something to commemorate his love for her. Include his friend's name, age, birthday, birth year, height, weight, hair color and style and eye color. Include his friend's mom's name, age, birthday, birth year being older than his grandma, height, weight, hair color and style and eye color and have her be wearing a feminine outfit with a description of her feminine outfit as a whole and what she decided to wear with her nails painted and jewelry all over her body with a detailed description of all the jewelry 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 speaking with the very stern tone of a mother. 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 invite the girl he has a crush over to his friend's house and describe her. 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 also spotting his friend's unopened report card opening it and seeing it was bad and deciding he would hide it before deciding to forge his friend's mom's signature getting pretty close. 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 his friend's mom's flip flops with a description of what the flip flops looked like. 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 and his toenails gaining a bold color polish with detailed descriptions of the polish color not being red and 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. 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 sandal off stopping the changes at his head making him happy as he realized they 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 suddenly see something nearby indicating his friend's mother's birthdate seeing she was in fact older than his grandma causing his heartbeat to increase as he said no i don't wanna be older than grandma i didn't do anything wrong and have it be in quoted text and include what he saw that had his friend's mother's birthdate on it and where it was and how he saw it. Have him desperately bend down to yank on the other sandal sticking his newly female fingers under the strap slowly feeling it loosen but just as it started loosening, the same outfit draped over his body distracting him just long enough for his memories to change until he was almost exactly like his friend's mom as the wedding ring and the jewelry formed on him as well. Have her look around her room puzzled as she looked down at her foot before spotting the items she confiscated earlier. Have her look down at the one sandal barely on her foot before chuckling to herself. Have her first say what? why am I still home? I thought I left a while ago to run errands and have it be in quoted text. Have her say to herself really ___ what the hell are you thinking and what is the ___ with you ____ i almost forgot to add ___ to my outfit and forgot to add the ___ to my outfit and put on my ____ that i wanted to wear and have it be in quoted text speaking with a mature motherly tone being very detailed as she added the things she mentioned to her outfit and what. Have her then get angry as she spotted the confiscated items and picked them up putting them back where they belonged. Have her then notice her other sandal in the corner of her room walking over and picking it up. Have her sit down somewhere slipping the sandal on her foot before making sure the other sandal was snug on her other foot with a step by step detailed process of her putting the sandals on her feet. Have her then spot her son's open report card on the floor walking over to it seeing it was torn open. Have her bend down picking it up and seeing the bad grades getting mad. Have her see a teacher's note detailing her son's grades and struggles and have her read the note out loud and have it be in quoted text. Have her maturely say to herself quietly okay and have it be in quoted text as she made a mental note to speak to her husband about it also thinking of a way to punish her son for her poor grades. Have her suddenly notice the forged signature getting more enraged. Have her say did my son forge my signature in an attempt to hide this report card from me? He forgot to _____ on my signature and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks only mentioning a letter actually in her name. Have her look down at her feet to suddenly see a spider crawling up her foot. Have her eyes widen and have her scream losing a part of her jewelry and being detailed and specific on what it was and loosening a part of her outfit by mistake and being detailed and specific on what it was and loosening another part of her outfit by mistake and being detailed and specific on what it was and have it be in quoted text as she freaked about the spider wishing her husband was home so he could kill it. Have her then turn her attention to the loose parts of her outfit fixing them and being very detailed and picking up the piece of jewelry putting it back on and fixing it in grave detail. Have her reminisce on her younger days as a younger woman and say to herself i can't believe i'm __ years old i graduated from my high school in ____ and college in ____ with a degree in ____ then i worked as a _____ for __ years i still remember life before ___ i miss being __ years old so much my ___ and ___ looked so much ____ and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks. Have her say i just love being a woman these sandals still fit so good all these years later feels like my first time wearing them and this pedicure looks so good in the sandals and i love the ____ and ____ i'm wearing and i love my pretty name i love being able to tell people my name is ___ and my mother named me that because _____ and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks saying she was named after someone. Have her then say i love my _____ i got it _______ and my _____ i got from ______ and my _____ i got from ____ and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks as she talked about parts of her outfit and how long she's had them and where she got them from. Have her then look at her painted nails smiling as she admired them and said i just love the ____ i chose on my nails and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks mentioning the color and how she got her nails done. Have her put the report card in a visible area for her and her husband to discuss later. Have her clip clop into her restroom to stand and look at her own reflection. Have her then decide to clip clop over to the scale to see how much see weighs. Have her step up on the scale still wearing her flip flops looking down at her painted nails smiling. Have her then find out her weight getting self conscious about it and have it be in quoted text deciding she was gonna do something to lose weight to look good for her husband. Have her confront her own son about the forged signature assuming it was him and telling him all his punishments being very specific and refusing to listen to his reasoning. Have her finally call her son's friend's mother addressing her kindly at first but getting stern and aggressive lecturing her and have it be in quoted text clarifying whose calling by saying her full name explaining why she's being stern about him trying to take his things back without her permission before getting very aggressive. Have her then call her husband explaining what she believes her son did forging her signature and have it be in quoted text saying she thought he was raised better than this addressing him by his first name and calling him a pet name never ever remembering who she used to be. Have the girl show up to the house and have her knock on the door. Have the mom answer the door wearing her flip flops and outfit and a pair of sunglasses with a purse on her shoulder. Have the mom reply to the girl in a motherly womanly way and have it be in quoted text not recognizing her at all calling her a pet name a mom would call a little girl. Have the little girl shyly ask for the boy who invited her and have it be in quoted text mentioning the boy the mom used to be just saying his name. Have the mom not remembering at all who she used to be casually tell the girl the boy has been sent home and have it be in quoted text getting irritated he invited the girl over without her permission.
Once upon a time, in a small and cozy town in Michigan, there was a six-year-old boy named Timothy. Timothy, or Timmy as everyone called him, was a lively and inquisitive child. He stood at four feet two inches tall and weighed about 45 pounds. Born on May 14, 2017, Timmy had just entered the exciting world of first grade. His hair was a cascade of sandy blonde curls, which often fell into his bright blue eyes. Timmy's mother, Jessica Sanders, was a young and radiant woman. At the age of 24, Jessica was five feet seven inches tall and had a slender frame, weighing 135 pounds. She was born on March 21, 1999. Her long, wavy hair was a rich chestnut brown, and her hazel eyes sparkled with warmth and kindness. Timmy also had an aunt named Sara, who was Jessica's younger sister. Sara was 21 years old, standing at five feet six inches and weighing 125 pounds. She was born on August 8, 2002. Her hair was a striking auburn color, cut in a chic bob style, and she had piercing green eyes that stood out. Timmy's grandma, Margaret, was a gentle and nurturing woman. At 58 years old, Margaret stood five feet five inches tall and weighed 150 pounds. Born on December 12, 1965, she had silver-gray hair that she often wore in an elegant bun, and her blue eyes were full of wisdom. One crisp autumn evening, Timmy was excited as he prepared to stay over at his friend Jonathan's house for the first time. Jonathan was Timmy's best friend from school, and the boys shared many adventures together. Jonathan was also six years old, born on February 10, 2017. He was slightly taller than Timmy, standing at four feet four inches and weighing 50 pounds. Jonathan had light brown hair, cut short and neat, and dark brown eyes. Before Timmy left home, his mother handed him twenty dollars, his trusty phone, and his most cherished possession—a wooden toy car that his grandpa had carved for him. The toy car was Timmy's talisman, and he never went anywhere without it. Timmy also harbored a crush on a young actress named Millie Bobby Brown. He admired her for her role in his favorite TV show, and he often imagined them going on adventures together. Timmy even had a small autographed picture of Millie, which he carried in his backpack. When they arrived at Jonathan's house, Timmy was greeted by Jonathan's mother, Mrs. Emily Thompson. Mrs. Thompson was an elegant woman who was older than Timmy's grandma, at 60 years old. She stood five feet eight inches tall, weighed 160 pounds, and had salt-and-pepper hair that she kept in a sophisticated French twist. Her blue eyes were expressive and observant. She wore a floral dress, a string of pearls around her neck, diamond-studded earrings, multiple rings including her wedding ring, a bracelet on each wrist, and her nails were painted a deep plum color. She also had a delicate watch on her wrist, complementing her well-coordinated outfit. Her makeup was immaculate, with a touch of pink lipstick adding a pop of color. As Timmy entered the house, Mrs. Thompson spotted the phone, money, and toy car. Without hesitation, she swiped them from him. "Gibe dem back pwese," Timmy begged with his lisp, looking up at her with pleading eyes. "No," Mrs. Thompson said sternly. "I am confiscating them while you are staying over." She then turned to Jonathan and said, "I'm going out to run an errand to pick up some groceries. I'll be back soon." After Mrs. Thompson left, Timmy decided to invite Millie Bobby Brown over to Jonathan's house. Jonathan, seeing how sad Timmy was about his confiscated items, suggested, "You can try to get your stuff back now that my mom's gone." Encouraged, Timmy ran through the house searching for his belongings. As Timmy ran upstairs, he felt the need to remove his shoes and socks for some unexplainable reason. He stumbled upon Mrs. Thompson's room, where he saw his money, phone, and toy car lying on the dresser. Excited, Timmy walked slowly toward his items, not looking at the ground. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Jonathan's unopened report card on the floor. Curiosity got the better of him, and he opened it. Timmy saw that Jonathan's grades were terrible and decided to hide it before changing his mind and opting to forge Mrs. Thompson's signature instead. But as he got close, he tripped over something and temporarily lost his balance. Looking down, Timmy realized his feet had somehow accidentally slipped into Mrs. Thompson's flip-flops. The flip-flops were shiny black with a slight heel and a floral pattern on the straps. Timmy tried to pull his feet out, but they wouldn't budge. He felt his feet begin to crack and age, growing to fit the sandals. His toenails gained a bold, teal color polish. Timmy frantically pulled at the flip-flops but felt no progress as his legs slowly started transforming into Mrs. Thompson's, becoming more shapely and feminine. "No! I don't wanna be my fwend's mom! She stole my things, and I didn't do anything wwong!" Timmy shouted, his lisp making his words barely comprehensible. As his lower torso, upper chest, arms, and hands started changing, Timmy watched in horror as his whole body, except for his head, transformed into Mrs. Thompson's. In meticulous detail, his chest expanded, his waist narrowed, and his arms and hands became more delicate and feminine. Finally, Timmy managed to pull one sandal off, halting the changes at his head. He breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that the sandals were the cause of his transformation. Determined to stop the changes entirely, he went to remove the other one, but his head began to jerk, changing slowly into Mrs. Thompson's. His hair turned into her color and style, his eyes shifted to her blue shade, his ears reshaped, his lips, teeth, and nose all morphed, and finally, his voice altered to match hers. Suddenly, his gaze fell on a small calendar on the bedside table, showing Mrs. Thompson's birthdate—October 22, 1962—confirming she was indeed older than his grandma. Timmy's heartbeat raced as he exclaimed, "No, I don't wanna be older than gwandma! I didn't do anything wwong!" But it was too late. His newly female fingers tugged at the sandal strap just enough to loosen it, but before he could remove it, her outfit draped over his body. The distraction allowed his memories to almost completely shift into being Mrs. Thompson. Jewelry formed on him, a wedding ring appeared, and his makeup was completed. "What? Why am I still home? I thought I left a while ago to run errands," she said, puzzled. "Really, Emily, what the hell are you thinking? What is wrong with you? I almost forgot to add my brooch and my scarf to my outfit and put on my watch that I wanted to wear," she muttered, speaking in a mature, motherly tone. She added the brooch and scarf to her dress and put on the watch, fixing her look to perfection. Emily then spotted the confiscated items and put them back where they belonged. She noticed her other sandal in the corner of her room, walked over, and picked it up. Sitting down on the edge of her bed, she slipped the sandal on her foot, ensuring both were snug, step by step. Her eyes caught sight of Jonathan's open report card on the floor. Emily bent down, picking it up, and saw the bad grades. A note from the teacher detailed Jonathan's struggles. Reading it aloud, she said, "Jonathan has been having difficulty with his studies and needs additional support at home." "Okay," she muttered to herself, making a mental note to talk to her husband about it and to think of a suitable punishment for her son. Suddenly, she noticed a forged signature on the report card and became enraged. "Did my son forge my signature in an attempt to hide this report card from me? He forgot to include the 'T' in my signature!" she fumed. As she glared down at her feet, she saw a spider crawling up. Her eyes widened and she screamed, "Aah!" In her panic, she lost a ring, loosened her scarf, and accidentally shifted her brooch. "Wish my husband was home to kill it!" Emily exclaimed, adjusting her outfit and re-adding the ring meticulously. She reminisced on her younger days, saying, "I can't believe I'm 60 years old. I graduated from high school in 1980 and college in 1984 with a degree in education. Then I worked as a teacher for 35 years. I still remember life before middle age. I miss being 30 years old so much—my hair and skin looked so good." "I just love being a woman. These sandals still fit so good all these years later—feels like my first time wearing them. And this pedicure looks so good in the sandals. I love the dress and scarf I'm wearing and my pretty name. I love being able to tell people my name is Emily and my mother named me that because she admired Emily Dickinson. I love my earrings—I got them in Paris, my bracelet I got from my mother, and my necklace from my husband." Admiring her painted nails, Emily smiled, saying, "I just love the teal I chose on my nails." She placed the report card in a visible area to discuss it with her husband later and clip-clopped into her restroom to stand and reflect on her own appearance. Deciding to check her weight, she stepped on the scale, watching her painted nails as she did. Emily found out her weight, feeling self-conscious. "I really need to lose some weight to look good for my husband," she said. Confronting her son about the forged signature, she told him all his punishments, listing them specifically and refusing to listen to his explanations. Finally, she called Timmy's mother, addressing her kindly at first but then getting stern and aggressive. "Hello, Jessica, this is Emily Thompson. I need to talk to you about your son. He tried to take his things back without my permission. This is unacceptable!" Emily then called her husband, explaining the situation. "I thought our son was raised better than this, David," she said, using his first name and calling him 'Honey'. "He tried to forge my signature!" Just then, a knock on the door interrupted her. Emily, still wearing her sandals, dress, scarf, and with her purse on her shoulder, opened the door. Standing there was Millie Bobby Brown, looking shy. "Hi, is Timmy here?" she asked. Emily, not recognizing her at all, replied in a motherly way, "Oh dear, Timmy has been sent home. He shouldn't have invited you over without my permission."
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