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Question: Write me a long and thorough and detailed 90 numbered sentences story the way I write about a random little boy with a description of the boy's name, age mentioned, race being white, height, weight, birthday, birth year, what state he's from, hair color and style and eye color. His mom's name, age mentioned, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. His aunt'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. His grandpa's name, age being younger than his grandma, height, weight, birthday, birth year being younger than his grandma. Have him be walking to his aunt's house when he suddenly had his neighbor open her door and call him over to it for some reason. Reveal his neighbor being from New Zealand including her name, age being older than his mom by 13 years, height, weight, birthday, birth year being older than his mom and aunt, hair color and style, eye color. Have her be wearing a tank top, shorts and strappy flat sandals with a description of the outfit, jewelry of all kinds including a wedding ring and a purse on her shoulder with a description of the purse. Have her do something that the little boy doesn't like and say something about it and have it be in quoted text using New Zealand slang. Have the boy respond in a very worried and sad way and have it be in quoted text in lisped English. Have the girl enter her house again closing the door. Have the boy decide to sneak into the house in regards to what the woman did. Have the boy take his off his shoes and socks to be quieter. Have him find what he's looking for with his head up and not looking at the ground having him slip over something. Have him look down to realize he accidentally slipped his feet into the strappy sandals. Have his clothes evaporate off his body. Have him try to remove the sandals being unable to as his feet started cracking and aging into the sandals. Have him start panicking as the changes crept up his legs and his chest and body as he pulled at the straps loosening them causing the changes to slow proving the sandals were the cause of the changes. Have him say oh no i didn't do anything wrong i just wanted ___ ___ ___ and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks in lisped English. As he went to loosen the straps some more, his hands and arms and head and hair changed into hers as his voice shifting into a woman's and he gained a New Zealand accent. Have her outfit from earlier form on his body minus the jewelry and loose strappy sandals. Have his memories shift and mature until he only remembered being the woman. Have him say oh no mommy i don't wanna------- wait no i don't remember what i was even talking about and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks and spelling the words with a New Zealand accent and using New Zealand slang. Have the woman spot her jewelry and walk over to it all putting it on with a detailed description of her adding each piece including her wedding ring step by step. Have her then walk to a nearby couch to sit down and include a step by step process of her tightening up the sandals again. Have her stand up and say wow that's much better i can't remember what i was doing again probably from being in ____ too long and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks spelling words with a New Zealand accent and using New Zealand slang. Have her grab her purse going through it and touching up on something about her appearance and throwing her purse over her shoulder and have her start getting ready to leave stubbing her toe on something. Have her yell _____ my _____ foot that ____ hurt jeez _____ get it together one thing i hate about ____ households and miss about ___ ______ homes is the spaciousness i no longer have and have it be in quoted text filing in the blanks spelling words with a New Zealand accent and using New Zealand swear words and referring to herself by her first name and calling herself love.
Oliver Thompson, a cheerful and curious little boy with striking blue eyes and a mop of messy blonde hair, was excited as he made his way to his Aunt Jessica's house. Oliver was 8 years old, stood about 4 feet 2 inches tall, and weighed 60 pounds. Born on March 14, 2015, in the state of Indiana, Oliver had always been the adventurous type. His mother, Emily Thompson, was 35 years old, stood 5 feet 5 inches tall, and weighed 130 pounds. Born on August 7, 1988, she had long, wavy brown hair and kind hazel eyes. Emily was a nurturing soul who always ensured that her son was safe and happy. His Aunt Jessica, on the other hand, was 33 years old, stood 5 feet 7 inches tall, weighed 140 pounds, and shared the same long, wavy brown hair and hazel eyes as Emily, being her younger sister. Jessica was born on January 22, 1990. Oliver's loving grandmother, Linda Thompson, was a stately woman of 62 years, with short, curly gray hair and bright green eyes. She was born on September 11, 1960, stood 5 feet 4 inches tall, and weighed 150 pounds. Her husband, Bill Thompson, was 60 years old, making him younger than his wife. Bill stood 5 feet 11 inches tall and weighed 180 pounds, with graying hair and piercing blue eyes, born on June 29, 1963. One bright afternoon, as Oliver was making his way to Aunt Jessica's house, he was suddenly startled. Mrs. Margaret, their neighbor who had recently moved from New Zealand, opened her door and called him over. Margaret was 48 years old, standing at 5 feet 6 inches tall, and weighing 135 pounds. Born on April 2, 1975, she had sleek, straight black hair and deep brown eyes. She was dressed in a vibrant red tank top, denim shorts, and brown strappy flat sandals. Margaret wore a variety of jewelry, including a delicate necklace, bracelets, earrings, and an elegant wedding ring. Over her shoulder, she had a large, tan leather purse. "Oi, Oliver! Come 'ere, love. Need a hand with somethin’," she called, her accent thick and her tone inviting. Curious but cautious, Oliver approached her. "Yesh, Miths Margaret?" he replied, his lisp apparent. Margaret then did something Oliver didn’t expect. She ruffled his hair playfully, saying, "Ye littlie rascal, always stirrin' up trouble, ay?" This was something that Oliver didn’t particularly like. "P-pleashe don't toucsh my hair like that," he said, sounding worried and sad. "Oh, don’t be such a squib, Oliver," Margaret laughed, then went back inside, closing the door behind her. Upset by her patronizing attitude, Oliver decided to sneak into her house to get back something he felt she had wrongfully taken when she ruffled his hair. He quietly took off his shoes and socks to be quieter and tried the back door, which was surprisingly unlocked. Once inside, he tiptoed around, his eyes scanning the area high since he did not want to trip. However, not looking down proved to be his downfall, as his feet slipped into Margaret’s strappy sandals that were irresponsibly left on the floor. In an instant, his clothes began to mysteriously evaporate, leaving him with just the sandals. He tried to remove them, but his feet began cracking and aging, merging with the sandals themselves. "P-pleaseh! Oh no, I didn’t do anything wrong! I jusht wanted my ball!" Oliver cried, his voice trembling. As he tugged at the straps to loosen them, hoping it would help, he saw the changes slow down, confirming that the sandals were the source of this horrifying transformation. Panicking, Oliver tried to say more, but his hands and arms started transforming, his hair styled in sleek straight black, his voice shifting into a woman's pitch and accent. "Oh no mommy, I don’t wanna—” he started, but then paused, "Wait, no, I don’ remember what I was even talkin’ ‘bout.” Finally completing the transformation, Oliver’s original memories faded away, replaced with those of Mrs. Margaret. The newly transformed Margaret walked towards her jewelry, picking each piece carefully and putting them on: first the necklace, then the bracelets, and finally her wedding ring, her actions precise and practiced. She then walked over to the couch and tightened up her sandals, pulling each strap just tight enough. "Oh, that’s much better, can’t remember what I was doin’ again, probably from bein' out in the sun too long." She picked up her purse, rummaging through it and touching up her lipstick. Throwing the purse over her shoulder, she walked towards the door, accidentally stubbing her toe on a small table. "Bugger! My bloody foot, that bloody hurt jeez! Gotta get it together, one thing I hate about American households an' miss about New Zealand homes is the spaciousness I no longer have," she muttered to herself, shaking her head. With that, Margaret, now entirely herself again, opened the door, stepping out into the bright sunshine.
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