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Question: The year is 2021. Write me a long and thorough and detailed story the way I want 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 being after April, 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 a salon alone for the first as he entered the salon. Have the woman working be a Filipino woman with a Filipino style cut, a traditional short Filipino dress with the legs cut off 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 Filipino woman's name, age mentioned, height being shorter than 4 foot 10, weight, birthday being before April, birth year the same as his grandma, hair color and eye color. Have the Filipino 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 spelled wrong 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 not looking at the ground. Have the boy trip over something losing his balance before looking down realizing he accidentally tripped over the Filipino 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 Filipino 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 finally 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 spelled wrong cause of a lisp. Have him somehow realize in his heart he's older 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 Filipino 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 Filipino song midway through and have it be in quoted text with the English song lyrics changing into the traditional Filipino 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 Filipino song having the quoted text morph midway through but also having the Filipino 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 with a step by step process of her adding all the jewelry and wedding ring. Have her then pick up her platform sandals walking to a nearby chair and sitting down and slipping the platform sandals onto her feet with a step by step process of her putting the platform sandals on 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 handsome young man 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 kids and how she loved her family and how she loved owning a salon.
In the bustling hub of Chicago, Illinois in the year 2021, a lively 6-year old boy named Tommy was about to embark on an umpteenth adventure in his young life. Tommy, born on the radiant morning of June 15th, 2015, was small for his age, only 39 inches tall and weighing about 40 pounds. He had a flurry of sandy brown hair that swept across his forehead in a tousled style, highlighting his bright green eyes. His mother, Bella, only 24 years old with a birthdate of October 12th, 1996, was a bright and beautiful woman. Standing at 5'5" and about 120 pounds, her curly brown hair hovered just below her shoulders, drawing attention to her enchanting hazel eyes. Bella recently became a single mother after her husband and Tommy's father, Max, left. Max was a sturdy man of 6 foot 2 inches, weighing around 200 pounds. Born February 28th, 1996, Max was known for his jet-black, wavy hair that contrasted significantly against his striking blue eyes. Tommy's family tree also included Aunt Ellie, a 23-year old with a birthdate of March 16th, 1998, standing at 5'3" and weighing 115 pounds with straight red hair and brown eyes, and Uncle Jack, a busy body who often was away, 25 years old, with a birthday on January 21st, 1996, standing at 6' and weighing around 185 with short-cut brown hair and hazel eyes. His grandparents, Grandma Lucy and Grandpa Jim were a devoted and loving couple. Lucy, celebrated her birthday in late May, had some grey seeping into her once brown bob cut and her eyes sparkled brown. Born in 1948, she was just over 5 feet tall and around 150 pounds. Jim, born in 1950, was 2 years younger with a bit more hair around his temples and brown eyes, he stood at 5'8" and was roughly 160 pounds. One sunny morning, Tommy was about to face a new frontier - getting his haircut alone at the local salon. As he entered, he was greeted by a small woman named Mrs. Raya, a vivacious Filipino lady who stood no more than 4’9”, with a weight of 100 lbs. She had a traditional Filipino bob cut, worn a traditional short Filipino dress with the legs adjusted, and was adorned with a welter of delightful jewelry pieces that clinked softly as she moved. Born in 1948, she had a unique charm of her own that was reflected in her sparkling black eyes and her raven-black hair. "Wait here, small bata," she articulated in her accented, broken English, as she wound her way to the back to fetch the salon's special kiddie cape. Raya left behind her platform sandals which decorated her petite feet. As Tommy sat around waiting, a sudden urge to visit the restroom took him and he audibly declared he had to "pawty". He wandered down a hallway that he assumed would lead him to the bathroom. Unfortunately, his attention was up and not on the ground causing him to trip over Mrs. Raya's platform sandals. He managed to slip his little feet into the oversized footwear. But, as he tried to pull them off, his clothes began to dissolve, replaced by the fabric of Mrs. Raya's traditional Filipino dress. Shocked, he looked down on his feet, now looking much older with a coat of scarlet-red nail polish, just like Mrs. Raya's. As he reached to tug the sandals off, a frightening sensation overcame him as the changes seem to ripple into his legs! "I'm gonna mish you Mommy and Gwanma..." he lisped, tears streaming down his now older face as him scrabbled removing the sandals but unable to stop the change that was now spreading all over his body. His young heart suddenly felt heavier, laden with an understanding that he was now chronologically older than even his grandmother. While fear churned within him, he began singing a song his mother usually sang to him when he was scared, the notes trembling in the silence. "Bushel and a peck, And a hug around the neck…" he started, his now-aged voice shaking. However, as the transformation grew and his childish memories of being Tommy slowly faded, the song morphed melodically into the strains of a traditional Filipino song, "Dahil Sa Iyo". The English lyrics of his childhood lullaby transitioned into the Tagalog song, his young voice ripening into the mature tones of a grown woman. "Sa buhay ko'y labis, ang hirap at pasakit..." (In my life, full of hardship and pain...), his little broken voice echoed in the stillness. The woman that was once Tommy finished the song, her chest heaving as she slowly accepted her new reality. She glanced around the room, her eyes falling on her scattered jewelry and her wedding ring. One by one, she adorned herself with the pieces, memories of her husband and children filling her mind. As she placed each piece, the cold metal familiar and comforting against her skin, she carefully slipped her ring onto her left hand, feeling its significant weight. Lastly, she retrieved her platform sandals and padded over to a chair, sitting down and sliding her feet into the shoes. She adjusted the straps, ensuring they lay comfortable across her foot without pinching her skin, using her fingers to expertly pull and fix them until they rested perfectly. The platform sandals gave her a little more height, not much, but enough. As this newly birthed Mrs. Raya moved about her salon, she wondered aloud, "Where dat handsome young man go, huh?" Her question hung in the atmosphere as she fiddled with her dress and the buckles on her platform sandals. "Oh, well," she tsks, shaking her head as she continued tidying up the salon. She felt small, even with the platform sandals on, but shrugged it off as she muttered about her "high shoes" not quite making her tall. Casting a glance at her ring, a small smile curled her lips as she mused about her loving husband and her wonderful children, absentmindedly nurturing her familial love throughout the chaos. Mrs. Raya's salon was her pride and joy, and this unexpected occurrence did nothing to dampen her spirits. After all, life could sometimes be as unpredictable, as hair that needed a good cut.
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