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Question: The year is 2021. Write me a long and thorough and detailed story the way I want 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 to a salon alone for the first as he entered the salon. Have the woman working be a Mexican woman with a Mexican hairstyle in a bun, a tank top and shorts and Mexican women's traditional Mexican women's sandals with her nails painted and a wedding ring on her finger and jewelry all over her body with a description of the jewelry and a name and description of the sandals. Reveal the Mexican woman's name, age, height, weight being over 300 pounds, birthday being before June, birth year being the same as his grandma, hair color and eye color. Have the woman leave the room to get something for the boy's hair cut and have her say to the boy to wait for her to come back and have it be in quoted text and very broken English and halted with misspellings. Have the boy slip his own shoes and socks while he waited as he felt the cold floor beneath his feet as he walked around the barber. Have the boy spot a bag or purse of some kind with a description of what's inside a salon stylist would have for herself along with personal items also spotting a Mexican food and snack some kind with the names mentioned. Have the boy suddenly need to use the bathroom innocently yelling out he had to potty and have it be in quoted text with words spelled different cause of a lisp. Have the boy decide to go down a hallway thinking it led to the bathroom as he walked with his head up looking at something else not looking at the ground. Have the boy trip over something losing his balance before looking down realizing he accidentally tripped over the Mexican women's sandals and managed to slip them on by accident. Have the boy go to remove them when his clothing evaporated and disappeared scaring him. Have the boy try to remove the flip flops when his feet started cracking and aging and changing color into female feet with nail polish matching the woman's. Have the boy frantically pull the flip flops removing them but not stopping the changes. Have the boy say he's gonna miss mommy and grandma so much and he didn't do anything wrong and just had to potty and he doesn't wanna be an icky girl and have it be in quoted text with words spelled wrong cause of a lisp. Have him somehow find out the birth year of the Mexican woman he was becoming realizing he was now born the same year as his grandma and possibly even older than her by a few months causing him to shake and cry in fear. Have the boy be scared as he worriedly started singing a song his mom always taught him to sing when he was scared. Have his own shoes and socks disappear completely worrying him. Have his whole body morph and mature into the woman's as an identical outfit formed on him as he looked exactly like the woman minus the jewelry and wedding ring and flip flops and her hair being up. Have the boy's memories start altering as his voice and accent changed into a Mexican one. Have the boy continue singing the song to calm himself down as his memories altered completely as he was singing an American lullaby and have it be in quoted text as it morphs into a traditional Mexican song having the quoted text morph midway through but also having the Mexican song also be translated. Have the woman smile as she finished singing before looking down at her outfit before spotting her jewelry and wedding ring and flip flops which were hers of course. Have her decide to put her hair up with a description of the way she did her hair with a step by step process of how she did it. She then strutted over to where her jewelry was adding it all to her outfit as well as adding her wedding ring being specific about the jewelry she was adding and where she was adding it and how she was adding it with a step by step process on what she was doing with the jewelry. Have her then pick up her flip flops walking to a nearby chair and sitting down and setting the flip flops down momentarily. Have her bend down slipping each flip flop in it's rightful spot onto her feet with a step by step process on what she was doing. Have her then adjust her outfit and her flip flops in a feminine way doing womanly things as she walked around her salon stumbling and losing her flip flops once again momentarily. Have her grab them again putting them on once again slipping them on and adjusting her hair and with very detailed descriptions. Have the woman look around her salon wondering what she was doing moments ago strutting around loudly and worriedly before saying out loud that she wondered what she was doing and where did the boy go and have it be in quoted text in broken English with words spelled wrong and halted English. Have her say how she's so confused as to why there are no customers today and have it be in quoted text in broken English with words spelled wrong and halted English with words pronounced with different letters than they're supposed to. Have her spot her bag or purse walking over to it and going through it and pulling something out being feminine traditional and her using it. Have her smile as she looked at her reflection seeing the only reflection she had known her entire life adjusting a random part of her outfit in the mirror before sitting down. Have the woman laugh and say something sassy about her husband and have it be in quoted text using his first name pronuncing it with an accent and halted Mexican accented English looking down at her wedding ring. Have her grab her food and snack eating some of it. Have her decide to close up shop for the day due to lack of customers walking over to her purse picking it up and going through it and putting on a pair of sunglasses and throwing it over her shoulder with a step by step process of her doing it all.
In the bustling and vibrant heartland of the United States, Omaha, Nebraska in 2021, there resided a boy, Ryan Matthews. Born on April 8th, 2015, Ryan was a lively six-year-old boy with a height of three feet six inches and a weight of 50 pounds. His hair was a bright shade of sandy blonde falling vaguely on his forehead in tussles, just above his radiant blue eyes. His mother, Victoria Matthews, was a 26-year-old woman of petite height at five feet three inches and a weight of 130 pounds, celebrating her birthday on August 2, 1994. Victoria was a striking woman with chocolate brown hair that fell in loose waves and eyes that glowed with an emerald green hue. Less was known about Ryan's father, Robert Mason. Only 27 years old, Robert was a tall and lean man standing at six feet two inches, with an athletic build of 185 pounds. Born on December 30, 1993, Robert had jet-black hair, cropped short, and sharp blue eyes. Ryan also had the support of his aunt, 24-year-old Amelia Martin, born on February 22, 1997. She was five feet six inches tall and weighed 145 pounds. Amelia had shoulder-length fiery red hair and piercing hazel eyes. There was also Ryan's uncle, Frederick "Fred" Martin, a sturdy man of 28 tall at six foot even, weighed 170 pounds, and born on January 28th, 1993. Fred had a wild mass of curly brown hair and calming brown eyes. Ryan was frequently visited by his grandmother, Edith Matthews, born July 1, 1951. Elderly with a striking personality, she stands at five feet tall, weighs 150 pounds. Edith’s once dark hair had turned a silver-grey styled in a short bob and the twinkle in her blue eyes reflecting a treasury of wisdom. One day, as summer was uncovering its radiant face, Ryan decided to get a haircut. He trotted merrily to a nearby salon, his tiny feet slapping rhythmically against the sidewalk. Upon entering the salon, he met the eyes of Rosa Hernandez. Standing five feet seven inches tall and weighing over 300 pounds, Rosa was a robust, confident woman, born on March 5, the same year as Edith Matthews, 1951. Her hair, however, was a thick, lustrous black bun, and she had intense brown eyes. Her tank top, shorts, traditional sandals, and heavy jewelry resonated with her Mexican heritage. When he requested a haircut, Rosa, in her halted and broken English, said, "Okay, little hombre, Ees-your wate here, okay?" She then retreated towards the back, leaving Ryan alone in the massive salon. In the meanwhile, Ryan neatly slipped off his shoes and socks, the chill of the stone flooring sending tingles up his tiny toes. As he roamed around the salon, he found Rosa's purse with professional salon tools, a pot of shiny red nail polish, and a pack of Churritos, a traditional Mexican snack. Ryan began to feel the pressure of a tiny bladder. He acknowledged this by shouting cutely, "I have to potty!" He promptly began his quest for the bathroom, his attention caught by the sparkling chandeliers above. In his wide-eyed fascination, Ryan tripped over Rosa's sandals. Ryan tried desperately to free his feet from the too-big sandals, but with a twinkle of absurd magic, his clothes vanished. As he reached down to slip the sandals off, a vivid, stringy sensation overtook his feet, making Ryan tremble with fear and wonderment. His tiny feet were shifting into those of a full-grown woman with Rosa's nail color. "I-I did-do anything wrong. I must potty... Don't wan' icky girl!" Ryan whimpered, his lisp making his plea even more heartbreaking. An internal realization dawned upon Ryan; he was aging into the birth year of Rosa. Panicked, Ryan started humming a lullaby taught by his beloved mother, "Now I lay me down to sleep," to calm his frantic mind. His own shoes and socks had disappeared. The boyish features distorted into Rosa's. Right in the middle of singing the lullaby, his voice began to change. It gradually transitioned into a beautiful traditional Mexican song, "Cielito Lindo." "Ay, ay, ay, ay, Canta y no llores," he sang, the words soothing him even as confusing as they were to him just a moment ago. Finishing the melodious unity, Rosa looked down at her outfit now donned on the transformed child. Slowly, she put her hair up into the familiar style of a bun, going step-by-step through the ritual. Shortly after, she adorned herself with her jewelry and her well-worn sandals. Her hands, now steady and mindful of their strength, graciously held her jewelry, adding an earring here, a necklace there, until she was fully adorned. As the final step, the wedding band found its spot on her ring finger, completing the transformation. After adjusting her sandals and clothing, now understandably loose without the pressure of her body holding them in place, Rosa stumbled once again. She advanced around the salon, noticing the lack of customers, "Oi! Where dey go? Little niño too!" she vented, her English pronounced with a thick Mexican accent and halted significantly. As she resumed her old routine, she messed with the women's items in her bag, adjusting the shiny red nail polish and picking at the Churritos. Satisfied with her reflection, she adjusted her top and sat back on the plush chair. Alone in the salon, she chuckled, "Oh, Carlos would be mad to see me acting silly in my shop!" The husband's name rolled off her tongue with an easy familiarity as she gazed at her wedding band, reminiscing fondly. Giving up on waiting for customers, Rosa marked the day as a slow one and decided to close down her salon. She strutted to her purse and pulled out a pair of designer sunglasses, throwing them over her forehead in readiness to venture into the bright summer day. The essence of a new day, a new life was looming ahead, and Rosa was ready for it— sandals, jewelry, and all.
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