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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, 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 younger 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 successfully 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 have it be in quoted text in perfect little boy English. Have him somehow realize in his heart he's only slightly younger 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 one song and have it be in quoted text as it morphs into a 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 were 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 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 the woman look around her salon wondering where the kid she was waiting on went before shrugging and tidying it up even more having no memory of who she used to be saying out loud that she wondered where the little boy went and have it be in quoted text in very broken English with words spelled wrong and halted English. Have her say how short she is and how the platform sandals don't make her much taller and have it be in quoted text and very broken English not knowing what platform sandals are called calling them something else and looking at her wedding ring and mentioning her husband and other family members.
This is quite a complex scenario you have here, but let's give it a try. In the small coastal town of Wilmington, North Carolina, there lived a young boy named Oliver Smith. Oliver, who turned 6 years old on November 10th, 2021, born in 2015, was a distinctive presence. This slight boy was only 3 feet 9 inches tall and weighed a mere 40 pounds. Oliver had soft, chestnut colored hair that he refused to cut short because it was "too normal," preferring the shaggy style that hung over his deep green eyes. Oliver's young mother, Elizabeth Smith, could most often be found working double shifts at the local diner. Born on April 14, 1993, which made her 28 years old. She had a petite figure, being 5 feet 4 inches height and weighing 130 pounds. Her short bob of brown hair perfectly complimented her dark brown, doe-like eyes. There wasn't much talk about Oliver's father, Jacob Thompson. Born on October 15, 1990, he was soon to turn 31. At 6 feet 1 inch and roughly 180 pounds. He had a striking mass of wild, auburn hair that was usually kept short and styled casually, he harbored icy blue eyes that mirrored a chill. Oliver's young aunt, Lillian Smith, a 25-year-old nurse born on January 10, 1996, was a key figure in Oliver's life. Sporting curly blonde hair styled in loose, bouncy curls and standing at 5 feet 6 inches, she tipped the scale at 140 pounds. Her hazel eyes were most always sparkling with laughter. His uncle, Mike Smith, was an entrepreneur who was too consumed with his tech start-up to participate in most family functions. He was 27 years old; born on August 6, 1994. At 6 feet tall and weighing around 190 pounds. He sported a close-cropped brown hair styled to a pompadour and his dark brown eyes were always alight with an idea. Oliver's grandmother, Martha Smith was a beacon of warmth and wisdom in the family. Born on March 3, 1956, which made her 65 years old. Despite being a woman of advanced age, she carried her 5 feet 7 inches and 160 pounds with grace. Her hair, once a vibrant shade of red, had long since faded to a soft white. Martha’s warm, blue eyes often cradled a gentle smile. One sunny Wednesday afternoon, outfitted in a t-shirt and shorts, Oliver walked into the nearby salon, "Revealed". The shop was owned by a petite Korean woman named Sunhi. She was slightly shorter than his grandmother, Martha, standing around 5 feet 3 inches and weighing about 140 pounds. Born on June 25, 1961, which made her 60 years old. Sunhi had jet black, pixie cut hair. Her almond-shaped eyes were a contrasting, stunning shade of amber. Sunhi, who was festooned in an array of glistening jewelry, including a significant wedding band symbolizing her long-lasting marriage, flashed a welcoming smile. She was dressed in a Korean style blazer, a blouse, and platform sandals and had a collection of jewelry decorating her body. She was known for her impeccable fashion sense. "Gif me one momen, I go back get somting your hie cut," she instructed Oliver in heavily accented English, and she swiftly retreated into a back room. Oliver decided to slide off his sneakers and socks while waiting, feeling the cool tiled floor against his small feet. His eyes scanned the salon, filled with intrigue and confusion. Suddenly, he exclaimed in his clear, boyish tone, "I needta go potty!" Seeing the hallway adjacent to the cutting area, he followed what he thought was the way to the restroom. But as he strolled, his eyes fixed on the colourful pictures on the wall, he stumbled over something on the floor. Looking down, he saw that he had stepped into Sunhi's platform sandals that had been left carelessly. Feeling something odd happening, he tried to shake off the sandals. But as he did, his clothes disappeared as if evaporated. Panicked, he tried pulling at the sandals, to no avail. As he looked at his feet, they seemed to crackle and morph, looking older and feminine, with bright red nail polish, identical to Sunhi's. "Mama, Gramma, I didn't do anytin wrong. I jus wanna go potty!" Oliver sobbed, fear etched in his tiny voice. Suddenly, his body felt different. The small boy body started to change - legs, waist, chest, arms, neck, face. Everything began altering violently. And as he did, some part of Oliver still felt younger than his grandmother. The fear consuming him, he started singing his mom's soothing lullaby, his only respite. But strangely, his memories started altering too. His voice changed, a deep, richly feminine accent replacing the boyish lilt. The English lullaby his mom taught him, "Hush little baby, don't you cry," started changing in the middle to an elegant Korean folk song - "Arairang, Ararirang, Arariyo". As the last notes slipped softly from his lips, now decked with a soft peach lipstick, he could feel a woman's body beneath her fingers. He was wearing Sunhi's chic blazer, blouse and his legs were encased in the same jeans. Looking around, he found a mirror, and the reflection astounded him. He looked exactly like Sunhi, sans the jewelry, wedding band, and platform sandals. He instinctively reached for the jewelry on the counter - an ornate jade pendant, a string of pearls, diamond stud earrings. One by one, she meticulously added them to her outfit, finally her fingers tracing over a slender gold band. Her wedding band. Placing it on her hands was soothing, a gesture that she’s done thousands of times. She then walked over to the platform sandals near the foot of a chair, lifted her new, older feet, and slipped them in. And just like that, the transformation was complete. She adjusted her blazer, pinched her blouse at the waist. Then she bent down to adjust the platform sandals, pulling the straps tighter and positioning the balls of her feet on the padded base. After ensuring it fitted well, she walked around the salon, her feet making delicate tapping noises. She spun around the salon, scanning the empty chairs and wondered briefly about the little boy she was cutting the hair off. "Where did tat boy go?", she asked the empty salon. "I wonder am too much short, dees big shoes don’t make much tall," she remarked, looking at her platform sandals but mistakenly calling them 'big shoes'. She then glanced at her wedding ring, "My husband, he likes me this short and also my family.” Content, she returned to the task of tidying up her salon, her memories of being a small boy named Oliver vanished completely, replaced with years of experience as hair stylist Sunhi. Life continued as always in her little salon. And for her, this is just another day.
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