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Question: The year is 2021. Write me a long and thorough and detailed story the way I write 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 mentioned, birth year mentioned being in the 1970s decade, 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 Korean woman with a Korean style pixie cut, a blazer, a blouse and platform sandals with her nails painted and a wedding ring on her finger and jewelry all over her body with a description of the jewelry. Reveal the Korean woman's name, age mentioned, height being shorter than his grandma, weight, birthday, birth year being slightly older than his grandma, hair color and eye color. Have the Korean 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 suddenly need to use the bathroom innocently yelling out he had to potty and have it be in quoted text in perfect little boy English. Have the boy decide to go down a hallway thinking it led to the bathroom as he walked with his head up not looking at the ground. Have the boy trip over something losing his balance before looking down realizing he accidentally tripped over the Korean woman's platform 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 platform sandals when his feet started cracking and aging into female feet with red nail polish matching the Korean woman's. Have the boy frantically pull the platform sandals trying to remove them to stop the changes as they crept up his legs and he started changing more finally removing the platform sandals 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 have it be in quoted text in perfect little boy English. Have him somehow realize in his heart he's older than his grandma and much older than his mom and aunt causing him to cry. 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 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 platform sandals. Have the boy's memories start altering as his voice and accent changed into a Korean one. Have the boy continue singing the song to calm himself down as his memories altered completely causing his innocent song to turn into a traditional female Korean song midway through and have it be in quoted text with the English song lyrics changing into the traditional Korean song and translated and also written in English too. Please have the boy be singing an American lullaby and have it be in quoted text as it morphs into a traditional Korean song having the quoted text morph midway through but also having the Korean 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 platform sandals strutting over to where her jewelry was adding it all to her outfit as well as adding her wedding ring being specific about what she was adding and where she was adding it and how she was adding it. Have her then pick up her platform sandals walking to a nearby chair and sitting down and slipping the platform sandals onto her feet. Have her then adjust her outfit and her platform sandals in a feminine way doing womanly things as she walked around her salon with detailed descriptions on how she adjusted her outfit and even her hair and adjusted her platform sandals and with very detailed descriptions on how she adjusted her platform sandals. Please include a detailed description of how she adjusted her platform sandals on her feet. Have reality change to where she remembered removing her jewelry and platform sandals and wedding ring with an explanation for why she did given and that she had just decided to put her platform sandals and wedding ring and jewelry all back on and include it in the story. Have the woman look around her salon wondering where the kid she was waiting on went strutting around loudly and worriedly before saying out loud that she wondered where the little boy went saying sh where little boy go without her noticing as she never left the room and have it be in quoted text in very broken English with words spelled wrong and halted English and forgetting certain basic English words saying something else. Have her continue to tidy up her salon being specific on what she was doing while happily strutting around in her platform sandals hearing the thump they made each time they hit the ground as she walked singing a traditional Korean song while she worked. Hpave her start sweeping glancing down at her platform sandals on her feet deciding to adjust them once again before again grabbing her broom and continuing her sweeping.
Once upon a time, in the current year of 2021, there was a lively 6-year-old boy named Ethan. Ethan stood at a height of 3.11 feet and weighed just about 45 pounds. He was exactly 6 years, 5 months, and 23 days old as his birthday landed on the cold wintry day of January 13 in the year 2015. Born and raised in the humid and sunny state of Florida, he was often seen darting around in the neighborhood with bright sunshine enhancing his blond, neatly trimmed hair and reflecting in his clear blue eyes. His mother, Lisa, was a vibrant woman of 25 years. Standing tall at 5 feet, 7 inches, weighing approximately 129 pounds, she was born on July 5, 1996. Lisa had curly, bright red hair that tumbled down her back in a waterfall of vibrant hues, and her green eyes sparkled with unending laughter and joy. Ethan's dad, Sam, had been out of their lives for quite a while. At 26 years old, measuring 6 feet tall and weighing about 180 pounds, Sam was born on November 6, 1995. He had sandy brown hair and deep brown eyes. Ethan's aunt, Amy, younger than his mother by two years was 23. She measured 5 feet, 4 inches tall and weighed nearly 115 pounds. Born on December 6, 1998, Amy, like her sister, had curly red hair although styled in a pixie cut, and shared the same vibrant green eyes. His Uncle Jack, who was often found to be busy with his own life, was a handsome 27-year-old, standing at 6 feet, 1-inch tall with 190 pounds, and was born on October 1, 1994. Jack flaunted a full head of dark brown hair styled in a trendy undercut, in combination with piercing blue eyes. Ethan's grandma, lovingly called Granny Emily, was a sprightly 51-year-old woman, indisputably young at heart. Born on July 23, 1970, she was 5 feet, 5 inches tall and weighed 160 pounds. Granny Emily was known for her shoulder-length steely gray hair and charming hazel eyes. One sunny afternoon, brave Ethan found himself walking to a salon all alone for the very first time. As he entered, his eyes fixed on a Korean woman working there, named Mrs. Lee. Mrs. Lee had a tight Korean style pixie cut, and despite her height being shorter than Ethan's grandma around 5 feet, 3 inches, she illuminated the room. Weighing around 135 pounds, she was born on March 12, 1968, making her 53 years old with silvery-gray hair that made her brown eyes stand out even more. Fashioned in a stylish blazer and a silk blouse, she wore platform sandals that exhibited her perfectly painted red nails. She was adorned with several pieces of delicate jewelry, her most distinguished one being the wedding ring that shimmered on her finger. "Wait here, little boy. Me go get something for you hair cut," she announced in her broken English, leaving the room to fetch supplies for Ethan's haircut. While Mrs. Lee was away, Ethan slipped off his shoes and socks, feeling the cold floor beneath his tiny feet as he walked around the barber chair. Suddenly, the boy needed to use the bathroom, and in his gentle voice, he innocently declared, "I gotta potty!" He ventured down a corridor, thinking it led to the restroom when he tripped over something. Looking downwards, he realized he had accidentally stumbled upon and slipped into Mrs. Lee's platform sandals. Confused and terrified, he attempted to remove them when he noticed his feet changing. His little boy's feet cracked and aged, taking on a mature look, complete with red nail polish identical to Mrs. Lee's. Despite pulling at the sandals, his transformations continued, creeping up his legs as he metamorphosed rapidly. "I’m gonna miss mommy and grandma so much! I didn’t do anything wrong, I just had to potty. I don’t wanna be an icky girl!" he blubbered, fighting his tears. He felt an ancient wisdom inside his heart, a knowledge that he was now older than even his beloved grandma. Fear stirring up inside him, he began crooning a song his mother always taught him when he was scared: “Hush little baby, don’t say a word..." As the transformation continued, his memories started altering, and his language gradually morphed, changing his voice and accent into a Korean one. His sweet American lullaby changed into a traditional Korean song, a folk song known as Arirang: “… I gave you my heart, but...,” which translates to “… Nae maeumeul deonjeosseo, geureonde...” in Korean. As he sang, his youthful figure twisted and writhed, taking on a more mature form until he stood in front of a mirror, bearing the same outfit Mrs. Lee was wearing a few minutes ago, excluding the jewelry and the wedding ring. A new wave of memories inundated him, and he strolled towards where the jewelry was. First, he added the gold necklace resting on his collarbone, then, the diamond earrings that sparkled under the salon lights. Finally, he added the wedding ring onto his left ring finger, symbolizing Mrs. Lee's marital status. He then crouched down to retrieve the platform sandals he had tripped over before. Sitting in a plush armchair, he delicately slipped his now female feet into the tall platforms. Taking a moment to adjust them, she buckled the straps and wiggled her toes, ensuring a comfortable fit. Standing up, she again adjusted her blouse, tucking it in more securely into her black pants, and patted down her blazer, making sure it sat just right on her shoulders. She then reached up to fluff out her pixie cut hair and pat it down, ensuring it styled just right. The reality had now twisted to accommodate this 'new' woman. In Mrs. Lee’s mind, she just remembered to remove her jewelry, wedding ring, and platform sandals because she was working on a difficult client earlier that day and she didn't want her jewelry to get caught in the client's hair. Adjusting the platform sandals once more, she couldn’t help but give a puzzled glance around the salon before asking, "Sh... where little boy go?" her broken English echoing around the room. She then continued with her typical salon duties, tidying up the area, humming the tune of Arirang, and sweeping the floor. Wedged in her casual routine once again, she once more glanced down at her platform sandals, their straps loosely fitted around her ankle. Carefully, she adjusted the straps, pulling them tighter, aligning them until they sat comfortably atop the topmost part of her feet. Content, she grabbed the broom again, her platform sandals thumping against the cold tile floor with each stride she took, carrying on an ordinary day, left only with the faint memory of a young boy who once filled the salon with his innocent energy.
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