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Question: Write me a long and thorough and detailed story about a 6 year old boy with a description of the boy's name, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and hair style, eye color and what state he's from. Have him be excited to go to his female crush's house for the first time. Have him be quickly hanging out celebrating a birthday for one of his female family members. Have him be holding something in his hand when his mom snatches it putting it on the counter and describe what it is. Have the boy be sad seeing it on the counter crawling up to grab it. Have him jump down landing in a pair of wedges with a description of the wedges. Have him try to kick them off unable to as he felt his feet tingling. Have his feet morph into female feet with polished nails. Have his clothes evaporate as he grew and aged dramatically. Have a shot of estrogen hit his brain causing him to look at the wedges admiring her wedges and include a description of what he's doing. Have a birthday girl outfit form on him as he aged more and more as his face matured and his memories changed and include a description of the outfit. Reveal the woman's name, age, birthday, birth year, height, weight, hair color and hair style and eye color and who she is in the family. Have her grab a tiara off the counter putting it on before saying oh honey I love being __ years old almost ready to retire and my ___ are all grown up and my ___ is the best ever I need a glass of __ come on ___ this is your birthday time to have fun and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks and having no memory of being a 6 year old boy.
Once upon a time, in the evergreen state of Washington, there lived a six-year-old boy named Jackson. Jackson was a vivacious, lively child, born on 27th September 2015, who stood 3'8" tall and weighed approximately 48 pounds. His boyish charm was further accentuated by his chestnut brown hair, meticulously styled in a neat crew cut, complemented by a pair of radiant azure eyes that gleamed with curiosity and unending vigor. Today, Jackson was thrilled, bubbling over with uncontrollable excitement. It was a special day for he was about to visit the home of his very first crush, little Annie who lived just down the street. The excitement was double-edged though as it was also his beloved aunt Cassidy's birthday, an event his family was celebrating. His heart pounding in his chest, Jackson held a small, blue horseshoe magnet in his hand, his prized possession and constant companion. Reminded of her sister Cassidy's voracious appetite for de-magnetizing items, Jackson's mom abruptly snatched the magnet from his little hand, placing it atop the kitchen counter. A shadow of sadness fell across his bright, beaming face as he watched his treasured magnet now positioned well out of his reach. Not one to deter easily, Jackson made his way to the counter, crawling on his baby knees and standing on his toes to reclaim his beloved magnet. But as he jumped down, he landed strangely in a pair of women's wedges - shining in a delicate hue of silver, adorned with sparkling rhinestones, and a steep slope that would daunt the most practicing high-heel wearer. Jackson tried vainly to kick them off, but alas, his feet began to tingle eerily. Suddenly, Jackson felt a mind-numbing jolt of transformation, his small boyish feet morphing into the dainty, nimble feet of a woman with cherry red polished nails. A feeling of emptiness enveloped him as his clothes evaporated, and he began to grow, age, and mature rapidly. His mind buzzed with a foreign jolt of emotions as a shot of estrogen coursed through his veins. He now looked at the wedges, which he had attempted to kick off a moment ago, with newfound admiration and appreciation. He delicately admired the wedges, inspecting the intricate rhinestones and tracing the silver contours. A symbolic birthday girl outfit materialized on Jackson as he aged, with each passing second, into an adult woman. The dress was a tasteful combination of lilac and white, embroidered subtly with pastel pink roses and green leaves. His face matured rapidly, his memories started to shift and change, and he felt an overwhelming identity twist that left him breathless. Now standing in the kitchen, gazing at her reflection in the mirror was Julie, a woman of 45 years, born on 27th September 1976. Now she stood at 5'6" tall and weighed around 130 pounds. Her hair, glossy and chestnut like Jackson’s, ran in loose curls down her shoulders. Her eyes held the same azure tint but were now a degree richer, brimming with wisdom and life's experiences. Julie was Aunt Cassidy; the birthday girl of the day. Grabbing a tiara off the counter, she placed it gracefully atop her curls and smiled at her reflection before exclaiming, "Oh honey, I love being 45 years old, almost ready to retire, and my kids are all grown up. My life is the best it could ever be! I need a glass of my favorite Sauvignon Blanc. Come on everyone, this is your birthday girl's request. It's time to let your hair down and have some fun!" Julie looked around, her heart throbbing with excitement and love for her family, the memory of being a six-year-old boy named Jackson now a forgotten echo of the past.
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