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Question: Write a long and thorough and detailed 140 numbered sentences story the way I type about a boy with a description of his name, age being just turned 5, 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 14 years older than his mom, height being shorter than his mom, 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 with a girl he had a crush on who was his age 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 that he's too young for a girl anyway 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 the very same thing she said she'd rather spend his money on. 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 it. Have him grab his money triumphantly when his aunt's wedding ring shot out of nowhere attaching itself to him. Have him stumble out of the bedroom downstairs to the living room still holding the money. Have him be frantically trying to remove it calling it girly and saying it was gross and auntie said it was for her hand only and have it be in quoted text in lisped English. Have his clothes slowly evaporate and disappear leaving him confused and worried. Have his feet start cracking and aging into womanly feet 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 he didn't wanna be married to his uncle 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 as he unwillingly mentioned feminine things about his body and wanting to do womanly things being specific on what he was saying. Have his aunt's identical outfit and the rest of her 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 i was supposed to go out and get ____ and ___ like i told my ne___ and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks addressing herself by her full name and mentioning the exact same thing she had mentioned earlier when she first took her nephew's money. Have reality change and have her flashback to just moments before now remembering closing the door after talking to her nephew and taking his money and walking upstairs and standing in her room and kicking off her platform sandals and suddenly have her remember she was searching for her wedding ring which found before getting scared of it for some reason and have it be in quoted text once again questioning if she had too much to drink saying lecturing herself for being afraid of the wedding ring that signified her marriage to her loving husband specifying how she loved wearing it and tightening its grip on her finger and admiring it. Have her grab the money putting it in whatever she's wearing as she grabbed her purse and her car keys and slipped into another pair of her shoes and left the house to go do what she wanted with her nephew's money and include which shoes they were. Have her eventually get done getting home and start walking back into the house walking back in and setting her purse down and kicking off those shoes and walking to the living room couch. Have her say that was such good timing for ___ to have money in his hand for me to spend on my ____ that way i don't have to use any of my own money i still have ____ dollars left and have it be in quoted text filing in the blanks happy her nephew had just enough money for her to spend and mentioning doing the exact same thing with the money she had mentioned earlier. Have her then say i'm thirsty i feel like pouring myself a nice glass of ____ or perhaps some _____ cause I might need something stronger than wine and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks not just mentioning the brand she was pouring and what it was. Have her sit down on the couch with her drink sipping it as she chuckled to herself. 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 my as____ and ___ always looked more attractive than hers even all these years later and have it be in quoted text filing in the blanks cringing at something about her own appearance. Have her then get up and walk upstairs to her room. Have her spot her platform sandals picking them up and taking them downstairs. Have her seductively sit down with them and slip them onto her feet slowly as she thought about her husband with a step by step process of all the flirty things she did while putting them on her feet and be very specific with precise details of her putting each shoe on her feet in every way. Have her admire the sandals on her feet and the way they made her hips and thighs feel. Have her say how she loves being a woman and being able to wear shoes like these ____ and clothes like these ____ and having jewelry like these ___ and a wedding ring that's ____ and nails like these ____and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks speaking in a very mature posh womanly way specifying what she's referencing before saying she could never dream of being a boy. 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 mentioning a risque part of her body 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 mentioning the number of years she's been married to her husband. 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 but unwillingly being very corny making references to singers from when she was growing up and unwillingly sounding very old and have it be in quoted text before chuckling and making fun of herself using her nickname instead of her first name for being the age she is mentioning her age and specify the outdated things she mentioned. 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 as she said how much she gets excited when she thinks about cuddling with him and specify what she's touching up on or adding to her outfit. Have her get undressed until she's only wearing her platform sandals and have her crawl on the bed lying on her back and putting her legs up as waiting for her husband to get home. Have her flashback to how she got the platform sandals and have it be in quoted text and how long she's had them and how much they cost her and where she got them remembering the effort she put into fighting for them and specify what she had to do. Have her think her husband is about to walk in the room but have it not be him and include in the story what she actually did end up hearing. Have her dream about her childhood and specify what time period she's dreaming about and what she's wearing and what she's doing and have her flash forward to her wedding day and what year it was and what she was wearing and where she got married and then flash to recently with her husband and then have her dream she's embracing her husband and her platform sandals were in the air then have her wake up thinking her it was real and apologizing to her husband for possibly kicking him in the head with her sandals and have it be in quoted text calling him a pet name and being specific on which one she used using a very seductive pet name. Have her wake up fully and realize she wasn't actually embracing her husband. Have her never remember her old life ever. Have her husband text her saying he's gonna be gone indefinitely bumming her out even more. Have her justify why he's gone still being bummed and have it be in quoted text. Have her once again flash back to freaking out about her wedding ring for some reason cringing and criticizing her weird behavior and saying i really hope my husband doesn't find out about me losing my wedding ring then freaking out when i found it and have it be in quoted text lecturing herself to be ladylike and act her age mentioning her age and five female family members she's older than specifying who they are and what their names are and how old they are and how much older than them she is and by how many years and have her mention her nephew and mention how many years older she is than him ironically having no memory of being that very same nephew. Have her finish listing off her family members to drive the point across she's not young and that lots of people in her life look up to her.
Once upon a time, in a small town in Ohio, there lived a young boy named Tommy. Tommy had just turned 5 years old and was a spirited, curious child. He stood at about 3 feet 6 inches tall and weighed around 40 pounds. His birthday was June 12th, and he was born in the year 2018. Tommy was a white boy with tousled brown hair that often fell into his striking blue eyes. His mother, Judith, was older compared to other moms in the neighborhood. Judith was 42 years old, standing at 5 feet 7 inches tall, maintaining a weight of 150 pounds. Her birthday was April 8th, and she was born in 1981. She had sleek, dark brown hair that she liked to wear in a tidy bob, and she had hazel eyes. Tommy's aunt, Helen, was Judith's older sister. Helen was 14 years older than Judith, making her 56 years old. Helen was shorter, standing at 5 feet 4 inches and weighing around 140 pounds. Her birthday was on March 16th, and she was born in 1967. She had short, curly blonde hair, and her eyes were a sparkling green. Tommy's grandmother, Mabel, was the matriarch of the family. Mabel was 74 years old, standing at 5 feet 2 inches tall and weighing 125 pounds. Her birthday was November 2nd, and she was born in 1949. She had silver-gray hair that she wore in a neat bun, and her eyes were a deep brown. On a sunny afternoon, Tommy decided to visit Aunt Helen for the first time by himself. He clutched some money in his small hands, dollars he intended to spend on a treat for a girl he had a crush on. As he approached Aunt Helen's house, with its well-kept garden and cheerful yellow facade, he felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness. He knocked on the door with his tiny fists and waited, his heart pounding. Aunt Helen opened the door with a warm smile. She was wearing platform sandals that were black with intricate floral designs and a pair of white capri pants that hugged her legs stylishly. She paired them with a flowy green top that had gold beading around the neckline. Her short hair framed her face beautifully, showcasing her perfectly manicured nails painted a deep ruby red. Aunt Helen wore a gold necklace, matching bracelets, and dangling earrings that caught the light each time she moved. On her right hand, she sported a wedding ring with three small diamonds set in a thin gold band. "Come in, darling," Aunt Helen said, her voice mature and warmly feminine. Tommy hesitated at the door, his eyes wide with admiration and a hint of shyness. As he stepped inside, he held his money tightly, his little secret to himself. However, Aunt Helen’s sharp eyes noticed the crumpled bills in Tommy's hand. "Oh, what do we have here?" she asked, her tone playful. Before Tommy could hide it, Aunt Helen snatched the money from his hand with surprising swiftness. "No, Aunt Helen!" Tommy pleaded, his voice quivering and lisped, "Pweathe give it back. I need it!" "Aunt Helen chuckled and shook her head, her voice smooth and firm. "No, Tommy. I'd rather spend it on something for myself. You're too young for a girl anyway." Tommy, crestfallen and bummed, walked into the house, his head hanging low. Aunt Helen, oblivious to his disappointment, said in a decisive tone, "I'm going out to get myself a new pair of shoes, Tommy." Tommy took off his small, worn-out shoes, then his socks, hoping somehow he'd get his money back. As he walked through the hallway, he spotted a photo of his mom and Aunt Helen together from years ago. He held onto the image for some consolation, then made his way upstairs toward Aunt Helen’s bedroom. Gently opening the door, he spotted the money on her vanity and quickly moved toward it. Triumphantly, he grabbed his money, only to find Aunt Helen's wedding ring shoot out of nowhere and attach itself to his finger. Startled, Tommy stumbled out of the bedroom, making his way to the living room, clutching the money and shaking his hand desperately. "Girly ring! Gwoss! Auntie Helen said it was for her hand only!" he cried out in lisped English. Suddenly, his clothes began to evaporate, leaving Tommy confused and worried. His feet started to crack and change, aging into womanly feet with the same deep ruby red nail polish. Terrified, Tommy looked at the photo of his mom and Aunt Helen again, seeking comfort. "Please, Mommy, help! I don't wanna be a girl or become Auntie Helen! I don't wanna be married to Uncle!" he wailed. His legs began to shift, growing longer and more slender, his torso and chest following suit, creating a feminine silhouette. Tommy felt his hands changing, his fingers elongating, nails becoming manicured and painted. He stumbled as his arms, neck, and head morphed, hair reshaping into short curls, eyes brightening into a sparkling green. His lips became fuller, teeth straighter, nose slenderer, and his voice matured into Aunt Helen’s softer, feminine tone. "No, stop! This is wrong! Why am I talking like this? My boobs, my hips, my..." Tommy paused, unable to control his speech pattern or thoughts. The identical outfit Aunt Helen had worn earlier formed around Tommy's new feminine body. Memories began to merge until he only remembered being Helen. "Oh no, Mommy, help me, please, Mommy, I..." Tommy faltered mid-sentence, confused. "Wait, why am I referring to Judith as my Mommy? She's my younger sister." She looked around the living room in a daze, eyes drifting downward to spot the money in her hand. "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 home? Jesus, Helen Marie Sinclair, you’re 56 years old. Did I drink too much wine again? I was supposed to go out and get new shoes like I told my nephew,” she murmured in confusion. Reality began to shift and Helen remembered closing the door after Tommy’s visit, walking upstairs and removing her platform sandals, then searching for her wedding ring, feeling inexplicably afraid of it. "Did I really freak out about my wedding ring? Come on, Helen, you love this ring, it signifies your marriage to your loving husband," she lectured herself, admiring the way the band tightened on her finger. She slipped the money into her green top, grabbed her purse and car keys, and slipped into a pair of comfortable beige flats, ready to leave the house. After getting her new shoes and other items, Helen returned home, setting her purse down and kicking off her beige flats. “That was such good timing for Tommy to have money in his hand for me to spend on my new shoes, that way I don't have to use any of my own money. I still have fifty dollars left,” she said, satisfied. "I'm thirsty. I feel like pouring myself a nice glass of Chardonnay or perhaps some scotch because I might need something stronger than wine," she mused, filling a glass and sitting on the couch. Helen gazed at the old photo of her and Judith, smiling nostalgically. "Wow, I remember this photo. Me and Judith were on vacation together about 20 years ago. I've always been the hotter older sister, my ass and boobs always looked more attractive than hers even all these years later," she smirked. She stood up, carrying a sense of accomplishment, walking upstairs to her room. Grabbing her platform sandals, she seductively put them on, step by step, imagining her husband’s reaction. She admired how the sandals highlighted her hips and thighs. “I love being a woman, being able to wear shoes like these platforms and clothes like these capris, and having jewelry like these gold pieces, and a wedding ring that’s so elegant, and nails like these ruby red ones,” she cooed. Looking at her wedding ring, she thought about her husband, Jerome, deciding to touch up on her appearance to look more attractive for him. “Jerome loves my curves, especially in this green top. These platform sandals will surely get his attention tonight,” she decided. Contemplating her plan, she smiled, thinking about posing seductively on the bed in just her platforms. “But what about Tommy? I'll need to get him to leave somehow,” she muttered, devising a plan. Practicing her walk, she pretended Jerome was home, saying corny lines she didn’t realize sounded outdated. "Oh, Jerome, you make me feel like a teenager again, like when we first met at that Whitney Houston concert!" she giggled. She chuckled at herself, "Oh Helen, you’re 56 years old, still thinking you’re in your twenties." Up in her bedroom, she applied fresh makeup in anticipation. “Oh, how I get excited thinking about cuddling with Jerome,” she whispered, joyfully adding a pair of gold hoop earrings. She undressed down to her platform sandals, crawling onto the bed with her legs up, waiting for her husband. She dreamt about her childhood in the late 1970s, wearing bell-bottom jeans and playing hopscotch. Her dreams shifted to her wedding day in 1993, her white dress and veil, and the small chapel in town. She flashed to a recent memory of her and Jerome at an anniversary dinner. Lost in a dream of embracing Jerome, her platforms in the air, she woke up, mumbling, “Oh, sorry if I kicked you in the head with my sandals, love,” calling him “pumpkin.” Fully awake, she realized Jerome wasn’t there. A text from Jerome arrived, saying he’d be gone indefinitely. “Jerome’s work always keeps him busy, but it still bums me out,” she sighed. Flashing back to her previous fear of the wedding ring, she chastised herself, “Helen, I really hope Jerome doesn’t find out about me losing my wedding ring, then freaking out when I found it.” She lectured herself to be ladylike, remembering she was 56 years old, and older than her sisters Judith, Susan, Emily, and Patty, who were respectively 42, 38, 35, and 30. Helen added, "And I'm 51 years older than my nephew Tommy." Finishing her list, she reinforced the idea that many look up to her. Sitting back on the couch, she smiled, feeling confident in her role as the elder sister, knowing Jerome would soon be home to appreciate all her efforts.
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