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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 Russian woman with a Russian style cut, a blazer, a blouse, ankle cut pants of some kind 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 Russian woman's name, age being 2 years older than his grandma, height being shorter than his grandma, weight, birthday, birth year being 2 years older than his grandma, hair color and eye color. Have the 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 spot a bag or purse of some kind with a description of what's inside a salon stylist would have for herself along with personal items. Have the boy suddenly need to use the bathroom innocently yelling out he had to potty and have it be in quoted text with words spelled different cause of a lisp. Have the boy decide to go down a hallway thinking it led to the bathroom as he walked with his head up looking at something else not looking at the ground. Have the boy trip over something losing his balance before looking down realizing he accidentally tripped over the 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 nail polish matching the woman's. Have the boy frantically pull the platform sandals removing them 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 and have it be in quoted text with words spelled wrong cause of a lisp. Have him somehow find out the birth year of the Russian woman he was becoming realizing he was now 2 years older than his grandma and much older than his mom and aunt causing him to shake and cry in fear. 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 own shoes and socks disappear completely worrying him. Have his whole body morph and mature into the woman's as an identical outfit and nail polish 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 Russian one. Have the boy continue singing the song to calm himself down as his memories altered completely as he was singing an American lullaby and have it be in quoted text as it morphs into a traditional Russian song having the quoted text morph midway through but also having the Russian 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 which were hers of course. She then strutted over to where her jewelry was adding it all to her outfit as well as adding her wedding ring being specific about the jewelry she was adding and where she was adding it and how she was adding it with a step by step process on what she was doing with the jewelry. Have her then pick up her platform sandals walking to a nearby chair and sitting down and setting the platform sandals down momentarily. Have her bend down slipping each platform sandal in it's rightful spot onto her feet with a step by step process on what she was doing. Have her then adjust her outfit and her platform sandals in a feminine way doing womanly things as she walked around her salon stumbling and losing her platform sandals once again momentarily. Have her grab them again putting them on once again adjusting them to fit her feet even tighter and adjusting her hair 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 that she hadn't had a client all day 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 and have there be a ridiculous explanation and reason as to why included. Have the woman look around her salon wondering what she was doing moments ago strutting around loudly and worriedly before saying out loud that she wondered what she was doing and have it be in quoted text in broken English with words spelled wrong and halted English. Have her spot her bag or purse walking over to it and going through it and pulling something out being a photo of someone in the woman's life with a step by step of her saying and doing something to the photo. 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 Russian song while she worked with a step by step on how she was moving and what she was cleaning. Have her start sweeping glancing down at her platform sandals stomping once with each foot as she just loved the way the sandals made her taller even if slightly with her loudly mocking her short height for being a Russian woman and have it be in quoted text and broken and halted English. Have her smile as she looked at her reflection seeing the only reflection she had known her entire life adjusting a random part of her outfit in the mirror before sitting down.
In the year 2021, there was a little boy named Billy who was all of six years old. Born on January 5, 2015, Billy was noted to be quite tall for his age, standing at 4 feet and 1 inch, and weighing 45 pounds. Coming from the heartland of Ohio, Billy was admired for his sandy blonde bowl-cut hair, which sparkled like honey under the sun, and contrasting fresh spring green eyes that held an endless curiosity. Billy's mom, Elizabeth, was a beautiful young woman of 25. Born on February 12, 1996, she was slim with a height of 5 feet 6 inches and a weight of 130 pounds. Her gorgeous hair was a rich auburn, flowing wavy to her shoulders, and her large, almond-shaped eyes were the color of warm, melted chocolate. She had a sparkle in them that could light up any room. Billy's father, John, had left when Billy was merely a baby. The man was 27 years old, tall and muscular, standing at 6 feet and weighing 190 pounds. John was born on August 18, 1994 and he had a striking appearance, with jet-black hair, cropped short and sparkling blue eyes that resembled the vast sky on a summer's day. Billy's aunt, Rebecca, was a petite and bubbly 22-year-old woman. Born on December 20, 1999, Rebecca stood at 5 feet 2 inches, weighed 110 pounds, and was known for her straight, bone-blonde hair cut into a chic bob, and warm brown eyes that reflected her sweet nature. Billy's uncle, Daniel, always seemed too busy for family gatherings. The tall and lanky man stood at 6 feet 2 inches and weighed 175 pounds. Born on May 15, 1998, at 23, Daniel was known for his mop of curly, ash-brown hair and deep-set hazel eyes that usually held an intense gaze. Billy's Grandma, Martha, was born on November 1, 1950, making her 70 years old. With a height of 5 feet 4 inches, and a weight of 150 pounds, Martha was a charming elderly lady, her once auburn hair now a dignified silver, often worn in a classic bun, and her blue eyes still had that ever-familiar warmth. One sunny day, Billy, plucked up the courage to the hair salon all alone for the first time. The salon was like a candy store to him, with all its colors and scents wafting around. The woman working there, Natalya, was a Russian immigrant, two years older than his grandma, which meant she was born in 1948. Even being a few inches shorter than Billy's grandma at 5 feet, Natalya held a captivating presence. Her weight was a closely guarded secret. Her hair was a steel-grey cut into a no-nonsense bob styled in a way that screamed Russian sophistication. She had deep-set ice-blue eyes that appeared stern at first glance but held a certain warmth for the observant onlooker. "Vait here, leetle boy, I come bek for your haircut," Natalya said in her thick Russian accent with a pronounced lisp, ringing in broken, halted English. She disappeared into the back of the salon, leaving Billy alone. The curiosity piqued, Billy took off his shoes and socks feeling the cool ceramic floor tickle his little toes. Billy's eyes darted towards Natalya's bag, left on the counter. It was a royal blue leather satchel, large and robust, brimming with hairstyling tools of all shapes and sizes, rollers, pins and various combs of different thickness. The personal items were peeking from the upper pocket - a red lipstick, a small gold mirror, and a bottle of floral perfume. Suddenly, a pang of urgency seized Billy. "I gotta potty!" he blurted innocently with his lisp, the "s" sounding more like a th in his anxious announcement. He scurried down the hallway that looked like it led to the toilet, his eyes fixed on a colorful painting hanging on the wall. Tripping over something, he abruptly came crashing to the floor. Glancing down, he realized his feet were encased within Natalya's platform sandals. Sudden terror seized Billy as he saw his clothing evaporate before his eyes, leaving him in his undergarments. In a fit of panic, he tugged at the sandals, his feet swelling, cracking, and aging into female feet complete with Natalya's scarlet nail polish. "I gonna miss mommy and gam-ma so much! I dinna do anythin' wong! I jus' had to potty, I don' wanna be a icky girl!" Billy whimpered, his words laced with fear and confusion. Suddenly, his birth year flashed in his mind, it was changing from 2015 to 1948, making him two years older than his Grandma. "Sing... Sing the song," he whimpered to himself, remembering the soothing lullaby his mother taught him when he feared the dark. His own words began morphing, his voice changing, amplifying, deepening with a distinct Russian accent replacing his familiar American lisp. “Lullaby an' goodnight, In the skies stars are…” the melody began fading, transforming into a completely different one, a traditional Russian lullaby flowed from his lips. "Эй, ухнем! Эй, ухнем! Да нам долго пить..." As the last note trembled and faded, Billy realized his body had completely changed. He gazed in astonishment as Natalya’s stylish clothes adorned him and the red nail polish covered his nails as a mirror appeared in front of him. Apart from the jewelry and wedding ring and the missing platform sandals, he looked exactly like her. As he added Natalya's jewelry to his new attire, his mind was gradually clouded with different memories. The wedding ring slid perfectly onto his finger as he adjusted the heavy gold necklace around his neck meticulously, the elegant earrings clinging to his lobes, and the shiny bracelets gracing his wrists. He walked around a bit, still adjusting to the newly added height by the platform sandals. Looking around the salon, he sighed in content, his confusion waning. His American upbringing clashed with the many memories of a Russian woman's life. It was strange, yet familiar at once. His world had tilted. Yet, he felt at peace humming the last notes of the Russian lullaby. Lost in his new world, he strutted around the salon. His old shoes and socks had completely vanished. His bare feet slipped into her sandals, making him look even taller. Adjusting the straps of her sandals gave a sense of strangeness yet familiarity. He could not avoid a warm smile drawing on his lips, catching the reflection of his new reality in the mirror. He looked exactly like Natalya. His hands moved over the straps of the platform shoes, felt the soft leather material under his fingers, rubbed onto the sole, and finally, tightened the buckle. Reality appeared to twist once again, Natalya - no, he remembered removing his platform sandals, jewelry, and wedding ring. Oddly, he remembered not having any clients for the day, and he remembered deciding to put on the sandals, jewelry, and wedding ring again. It was rather an odd day. He had thought he had removed them due to an uncomfortable itch but then felt rather odd without them on, hence putting them back on. Shrugging, Natalya said out loud, "Vat vas I doing just now?" Her English was exactly the way Natalya's sounded - broken and halted. She began to clean the salon, her movements meticulously professional. She moved briskly around, putting things back to their place, dusting and sweeping. Her steps were graceful yet resounding in her sandals, making a comforting thump each time they made contact with the floor. She was singing the same traditional Russian song again, her voice clear and comforting. “Эй, ухнем! Эй, ухнем! Да нам долго пить...” Her eyes lit up as she glanced down appreciating the added height by her platform sandals, “I must look like a giant now,” she laughed it off, mocking her short height. Looking at her reflection, she admired herself, how the outfit complimented her, and how the sandals made her look taller than she was. Everything was in order. Natalya- no, he indeed had a long day. He lets out a sigh, looking forward to the next day of an incredible journey that was about to unfold.
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