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Question: Write me a long and detailed 100 numbered sentences story the way I write about a little boy with a description of his name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, what state he's from, race being white, hair color and style and eye color. His older mom's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. His older aunt's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. His grandma's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. Have him be walking to a grocery store alone for the first time which was all the way on the other side of town. Have him somehow manage to lose something that kept getting further and further away from him and include the name of the item he lost being a toy. Have him start chasing it as it rolled straight into a nightclub that was slowly getting more and more busy. Have a Hispanic woman notice stopping him in his path. Include her name, age being 8 years older than his mom, height being 5 feet exactly, weight, hair color and style being short but feminine, eye color, and what country she was from not being Mexico, birthday, birth year. Also describe her outfit being skimpy as well as her wedge sandals and her purse and include a description of her nail polish, makeup, lipstick and jewelry. Have her tell the boy you're not allowed in there you have to be __ or older you're too young ___ and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks and very broken English spelled wrong. Have the boy beg her telling her i lost my ___ i really need it back please and have it be in quoted text filing in the blanks in teary eyed lisped English. Have the woman tell the boy if i see your ___ i'll bring it to you but it's not likely you'll see it again now ____ and have it be in quoted text filing in the blanks in very broken English spelled wrong telling him to leave in Spanish. Have the boy decide to sneak in the club through a side door also deciding to take off his shoes and socks to be even more sneaky. Have the boy keep his head down as he walked around the club looking for his item before finally spotting it. Have him have his head held high as he walked towards not looking down at the ground before tripping over something. Have him look down to see it was the wedge sandals the woman was wearing earlier and that he had somehow managed to slip his feet into them by accident. Have him go to remove them when his clothing evaporated off his body. Have his feet start cracking and aging into a perfect fit for the wedge sandals with his feet turning a bronze color as his nails became painted. Have him tug frantically at the wedge sandals slightly loosening them as the changes slowed proving the wedges were the cause. Have his legs and arms and hands lengthen and feminize in detailed descriptions as his chest and torso feminized and matured and his head and hair and eyes and eyebrows and eyelashes and nose and lips and ears and jaw and teeth matured and feminized as his voice deepened gaining a Spanish accent. Have the same outfit and jewelry and purse form on his body. Have the boy say i didn't do anything wrong i just wanted my ___ back and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks with his new Spanish accented voice in very broken English spelled wrong. Have the boy's memories start maturing and feminizing as he fully transformed into the woman midsentence. Have the boy but i just wanted my ___ back please i----- i don't remember what i was talking about oh is that the ____'s ____ poor little ____ i feel so bad for ___and have it be in quoted text filing in the blanks using some Spanish words in very broken English spelled wrong. Have the woman strut over to the item picking it up and tucking it in her purse. Have her walk back out the club looking for the boy. Have her be confused as she's unable to find him. Have her shrug her shoulders walking back into the club to meet up with her girlfriends. Have her look down at her wedge sandals smiling before walking up to a mirror. Have her pull some lipstick out of her purse applying it before smiling. Have her say to herself Ay ___ i no bad looking for __ years old i still remember moving to America from ____ __ years ago i love being ___ and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks with where she was from and being proud of her heritage in very broken English with words spelled wrong and referring to herself by her first and last name with accents over the letters in her name. Have her finally regroup with her 5 girlfriends. Include each girl's name, age, height, weight, hair color and hairstyle and eye color, what countries or states in the US with large Spanish populations they're from, birthday, and birth year all being younger than their friend. Have them all address her as she returns asking where she went and have it be in quoted text and Spanish accented English in very broken English spelled wrong. Have the woman respond to her friends reminding them of the little boy that lost his toy and how she found it and was trying to find him but couldn't find him anywhere and have it be in quoted text and Spanish accented English in very broken English with words spelled wrong. Have her look down at her wedge sandals flashing back to when she first wore them and where she got them and have her say i remember getting these for ____ when i was __ years old and i have had them for the last __ years and have it be in quoted text and Spanish accented English in very broken English with words spelled wrong. Have her then look around at some of the younger women in the club before spotting a Spanish woman with her younger group of friends. Include the woman's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color and where she's from. Have the woman say hey there ____ you look like a ___ the way your bo__ are popping out i thought you were a _____ i look way better at __ years old than you could ever dream of you look old enough to be my ______ and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks and very accented English in very broken English with words spelled very wrong not knowing the woman's name but calling her a Spanish cuss word. Please spell the words wrong in the quotes throughout the story when the women are speaking to accurately reflect their Spanish accents and make the quoted text look accented and have all the words be spelled wrong like "heem" instead of "him" and "deedn't" instead of "didn't"
Once upon a time, in the picturesque state of Vermont, there lived a little boy named Jimmy. Jimmy was 10 years old, stood at 4 feet 6 inches tall, and weighed about 75 pounds. His birthday was January 14th, celebrating every year since 2013. Jimmy had sandy blonde hair cut into a neat style and bright blue eyes that sparkled with curiosity. Jimmy lived with his mom, Susan, who was 45 years old. Susan was 5 feet 7 inches tall, weighed 150 pounds, and had deep chestnut hair styled in a bob cut, with hazel eyes that matched her gentle but determined personality. She was born on November 23rd, 1977. Susan’s sister, Aunt Betty, lived nearby. Aunt Betty was 48, stood at 5 feet 6 inches tall, and weighed 160 pounds. She had similar chestnut hair as her sister, worn in loose waves, and green eyes that sparkled with wisdom. Betty’s birthday was May 13th, 1975. Jimmy also had his beloved grandma, Margaret. She was a kind and resilient woman, aged 70. She stood at 5 feet 4 inches tall, weighed 140 pounds, and had silver-gray hair tied back in a bun, with warm brown eyes. Margaret was born on October 2nd, 1952. One sunny day, Jimmy decided to walk to the grocery store on the other side of town, all by himself, for the first time. He was feeling proud and responsible, carrying a list and a few dollars in his pocket. As he walked, holding tightly to his favorite toy, a small red car named Speedy, something unexpected happened. While crossing an intersection, Speedy slipped from his grasp and rolled away. “Oh no!” Jimmy shouted, chasing after the toy as it rolled further away from him. Speedy continued its journey all the way into a bustling nightclub. As the club began filling with people, including a lot of colorful and lively personalities, a Hispanic woman noticed Jimmy standing on the threshold. Her name was Isabella, and she was 53, standing exactly 5 feet tall, with a petite frame. Isabella had short but feminine black hair and dark brown eyes. She hailed from Colombia, born on July 19th, 1970. Isabella wore a skimpy outfit with wedge sandals, a bright red purse, her nails painted in vibrant red, heavy eye makeup, glossy red lipstick, and gold jewelry that adorned her ears, neck, and wrists. “You’re not allowed in there. You have to be 21 or older. You’re too young,” she said to Jimmy in very broken English, her accent thick and words misspelled. Jimmy, tears welling up in his eyes, begged her, “I lost my toy. I really need it back, please.” Isabella, feeling a little pity, replied, “Eef I see your toy I’ll bring eet to you, but eet’s not likely you’ll see eet again. Now vete!” she said, her tone firm, trying to get him to leave, even adding a bit in Spanish. Feeling desperate, Jimmy decided to sneak into the club through a side door. To be even more stealthy, he removed his shoes and socks, tiptoeing cautiously. He moved through the club, keeping his head down, searching for Speedy. Finally, Jimmy spotted his toy on the far end of the room. Feeling a mix of triumph and relief, he began walking towards it with his head held high, not looking down at the ground. Suddenly, he tripped over something. Looking down, he realized it was Isabella’s wedge sandals. Somehow, he had managed to slip his feet into them by accident. As he tried to remove the sandals, Jimmy’s clothing began to evaporate off his body. His feet started cracking and aging, turning a perfect bronze color. His nails became painted, and he could barely tug at the wedge sandals that seemed to cause these changes. His legs elongated and feminized, his torso and chest matured and transformed, his arms and hands took on a soft, feminine grace, and his head morphed into that of a mature woman, his hair darkening and lips plumping. “Yo deedn’t do anytheeng wrong. I just wanted my toy back,” Jimmy said, his voice deepening with a Spanish accent. But as his memories matured and feminized, Jimmy’s transformation completed mid-sentence. “I just wanted my toy back, please, I—I don’t remember what I was talking about. Oh, is that the boy’s Speedy? Poor little niño; I feel so bad for heem,” she said, now fully Isabella, the transformation making her completely forget her former identity. Isabella strutted over to the toy, picked it up, and tucked it into her purse. She walked back out of the club, searching for the boy but unable to find him. Confused, she shrugged and re-entered the club to reunite with her girlfriends. Looking down at her wedge sandals, Isabella smiled and walked up to a mirror. She pulled out some lipstick from her purse and applied it, admiring her reflection. “Ay Dios mío, I no bad looking for 53 years old. I steel remember moving to America from Colombia 30 years ago. I love being Isabella Contreras,” she whispered to herself, proud of her heritage. Isabella finally regrouped with her five girlfriends. Each girl was younger than Isabel and hailed from places with large Spanish communities. There was Maria, 45, with long black hair, from Texas, born July 9, 1978. Julia, 42, with curly brown hair, from Florida, born February 22, 1981. Sofia, 40, with straight dark brown hair, from California, born January 17, 1983. Elena, 38, with wavy blonde hair, from Arizona, born March 15, 1985. Carmen, 36, with straight black hair, from New York, born October 5, 1987. “Isabella, where you go?” they asked, their words accented and misspelled. “Remember de leettle boy that lost hees toy? I found eet and was tryeen to find heem but couldn’t find heem anywhere,” Isabella explained. Looking down at her wedge sandals, Isabella flashed back, saying, “I remember getting thees for myself when I was 23 years old, and I have had them for the last 30 years.” She then looked around the club at some of the younger women attending the party. Spying a young Spanish woman named Lucia, 28 years old, with curly brown hair from Puerto Rico, born June 5, 1995, she smirked and said, “Hey there chulita, you look like a traviesa the way your boobs are popping out; I thought you were una putra. I look way better at 53 years old than you could ever dream of; you look old enough to be my hija.” Lucia turned away, seemingly unaware of the former struggle the person in wedges had gone through. Isabella shrugged, continuing to enjoy her night, dancing and laughing with her friends, the old memories of a little boy named Jimmy lost forever in the bustling nightclub.
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