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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 kick off his shoes and socks suddenly feeling pain in his feet. Have him be walking home through a trail in the woods when he stumbled upon a backpack full of skimpy women's clothes and heels and sandals and wedges with descriptions of all the clothing and shoes and where they were from. Have the boy notice a purse nearby with cigarettes and a lighter, a torn old wallet and empty feminine hygiene boxes and gum. Have the boy notice a walker of some kind nearby all old looking with a description of the walker. Have the boy say how weird and scary the stuff is and have it be in quoted text and with a lisp. Have him be walking quickly away with his head held high not looking at the ground when he tripped over something. Have him look down realizing he tripped over an old gross pair of raised flip flops somehow managing to slip his feet into them by accident with a description of where the gross shoes came from not being paid for and a description of the flip flops. Have him remove the raised flip flops when his clothing evaporated and disappeared. Have him notice his feet cracking and aging into dirt covered nasty female feet with a description of what his new feet looked like. Have the boy start crying saying how he's gonna miss mommy and auntie so much and he didn't do anything wrong and have it be in quoted text with a lisp. Have the changes continue up his legs as his whole body morphed into a decrepit looking woman. Have a torn skimpy dress and very short shorts form on him as his skin aged and got a dirt coat over it with numerous bruises and cuts. Have his face morph as his hair grew long and matted with a description of his hair and his teeth slowly disappearing. Have his back slowly hunch over badly out of his control as his legs became less steady. Have him slowly try to say goodbye to his mommy and grandma. Have his memories start changing into the woman's. Have his final quote of missing his mom and grandma and wanting to go home morph into her complaining about her back and about hating the cops and the woman she met recently and have it be in quoted text with the quote changing midway through. Reveal the boy had turned into a homeless woman. Reveal the woman's name, age being somewhere in her late 40s or early 50s, height, weight, birthday, birth year, how long she had homeless for and why. Have the woman have a back problem she refuses to take care of. Have the woman slowly inch towards her walker grabbing it. Have the woman spot her raised flip flops walking over to them. Have her rant about who touched them and they weren't in her bag and have it be in quoted text mentioning how she got them from somewhere gross without paying for them and how. Have her pick them up slowly walking somewhere and slipping them on with a step by step process of how she put on her raised flip flops despite having a back issue. Have her prefer raised shoes and heels despite the pain it brought her and the trouble she had walking in them. Have her then grab her purse throwing it over her shoulder and have her close up her backpack hiding it again. Have her say how she really wished people wouldn't touch her stuff and leave her shit alone and have it be in quoted text cussing a lot before pushing her walker closer to town. Have her walk past a store when a female security guard ran outside telling her she was still banned for shoplifting and have it be in quoted text. Have the woman tell the security guard to fuck off and that she wasn't even planning on going into the store anyway and have it be in quoted text. Have the woman stand in front of a mirror looking at herself admiring her dress and her sandals. Have the woman smile saying screw her back and she only likes wearing heels and wedges and platforms and have it be in quoted text. Have her feel a tinge of pain in her back asking herself if she has money left over to get something to relieve her back and have it be in quoted text. Have her start walking down the road holding the walker tight before deciding to sit down and start rolling on it on the wheel side hoping her usual guy has something for her pain.
Our protagonist, Eddy, is a vibrant young boy of six; born on March 13, 2015. Standing at a sprightly 3'9" and weighing a sturdy 44 pounds, he's a ball of energy hailing from the sultry state of Florida. With tousled sandy-brown hair, cut in a short, buzz style, and large twinkling blue eyes, one couldn't help but fall in love with his innocent charm. His mother, Lily, twenty-four years old, and born on April 5, 1997, is his pillar of strength. She stands at a medium height of 5'5" and weighs 125 pounds. Lily's copper-red hair cascades down her back in soft waves, adding charm to her emerald green eyes. Eddy's father, Jake, was a towering figure standing at 6’2” and weighing 180 pounds. Born on January 25, 1995, he was a handsome man of twenty-six years, with striking jet-black hair styled short and straight, and icy grey eyes. However, he was no longer part of their lives. Aunt Emma, Lily's sister, was twenty-two years old and born on February 12, 1999. She was slim, stood about 5'6" and weighed 120 pounds. With short, honey-blond hair styled in a bob-cut, and hazel eyes, she was a carbon copy of her mother. Uncle Leo, Lily's brother, a stockily built man of twenty-eight, and born on May 6, 1993, had chestnut brown hair that he wore in a slick-back style, paired with strikingly blue eyes identical to Eddy's. Although he loved his nephew, he was always busy doing other important stuff. Then there was grandma, Beverly. Born just after June on July 5, 1960, she was sixty-one years of age. She was supremely distinguished; standing about 5'3" and weighing 140 pounds, she had a full head of graying black hair, pinned up in a neat bun, and soft brown eyes. One day, after running around in the forest path by their home, Eddy kicked off his shoes and socks, his feet aching. He continued to walk and came across what looked like a forgotten backpack. Inside it were several articles of feminine clothing - short dresses, tight mini skirts, and shirts, all extremely provocative, with origins from different discount shops like “Marshalls” and “Ross”, alongside a collection of high-heeled shoes and wedges from shady online stores. Lengthy queues of sequins adorned the dresses, while the shoes were encrusted with cheap, shiny stones. Sitting nearby, Eddy spotted a purse, old and torn from years of use. Inside was a lighter, smoked cigarettes, an empty wallet, and remnants of chewing gum sticks. Also, there were empty feminine hygiene boxes scattered around. Nearby stood an old, decrepit walker. Thith ith real thewpy. I coul' get hurt," Eddy lisped, his young mind failing to comprehend the assortment of bizarre objects. As he distanced himself from the discoveries and walked briskly away - Eddy suddenly tripped over an old pair of elevated flipflops that were gross and seemed as though they were last worn by someone who had not bothered to clean them. They were a product of a dingy back-alley store, clearly stolen and never paid for. Eddy, in his surprise, had somehow managed to slide his small feet into the oversized flip-flops. Trying to remove himself from them, Eddy was aghast to notice that his clothing had disappeared. His feet were no longer small and delicate – they had transmogrified into large, dirty feet of a woman. “I didn’t do anything wong! I’m gonna mith mommy and auntie,” he sobbed, lisping his words through tear-choked gasps, as he witnessed the dramatic alterations in his physical appearance. He watched in terrified disbelief as the changes continued, transforming him into a decrepit-looking woman. His skin roughened, aging rapidly and darkening under a coat of mud and grime. A torn, skimpy dress clung unnaturally to his changed body, and a pair of equally short shorts appeared seemingly out of nowhere. His hair grew long and unkempt, matted locks falling messily about his shoulders. “Mommy… Grandma…” he barely managed to croak out, his voice cracking and fading away as his petite frame hunched over. The trailing flipflops replaced by the high heels as his memories started becoming murky. His final cry for his mother and grandmother distorted into a demand for the cops to leave him alone, and a harsh curse at a woman he had recently met. And just like that, Eddy was gone. His body was now occupied by Marla, a homeless woman aged about forty-eight or fifty, born on December 14, 1973. Marla stood at an understated height of 5'1" and weighed 160 pounds. She had been destitute for over a decade due to an unfortunate turn of events and her refusal to ask for help. Her disheveled, matted hair was a pure platinum blonde. A myriad of grime, cuts, and bruises covered her exposed skin. Her back was horribly hunched and her legs shaky. It was a heartbreaking transformation, the vibrant young boy now an aged, homeless woman. Marla had incessant back problems that she refused to address. Her walker was nearby, and she inched towards it, her worn feet scraping the rough ground. Her eyes flitted to the raised flipflops lying sprawled on the ground. "Who da hell touched ma slippers?" she cursed. "This hell hole got no decency.” She reminisced about the day she had acquired them. Deftly stealing them from a dingy, not quite reputable, swap meet without paying a single dime, they were her favorite footwear. Unhurriedly, she reached for the flipflops, slipping her rough, calloused feet into the heeled shoes. Despite the shooting pain up her spine, Marla had a clear preference for high heels, wedges, and platforms. When she wore them, she was fleetingly transported back to her carefree past. Her backpack, a disguised trove, she hid again, out of sight from prying eyes. Cigarettes and lighter in her tarnished purse, she tossed it over her shoulder. "Can't people jus' leave my shit alone?" she muttered, pushing herself up onto her walker. Dirt splattered across her offensively vibrant dress as she moved it ahead, inching towards the town. Just then, a security official from the nearest store ran out to her. "Marla, you're still banned for six months! No stepping foot in here," she warned. "Fuck off! I weren't even goin' in there," Marla retorted, her fiery gaze meeting that of the guard's. She ventured on, her dapper reflection reflected in the store's mirror catching her eye. "Who cares 'bout that damn back pain," she said to her reflection, a smirk tugging at the corners of her worn lips. "I'll always be a heels woman." Her aging hand on the small of her back, she winced. "Now where did I put that money I found - need to buy a lil' something for this pain," she murmured. With that, she started her hike towards the usual spot on the outskirts where she could find relief, her journey aided by her walker. Occasionally, she even sat on it, using it as a substitute for a wheelchair, wheeling herself in the hope of imminent alleviation from her agonizing back pain.
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