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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 Korean woman with a Korean style pixie cut, a blazer, a blouse 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 Korean woman's name, age mentioned, height being shorter than his grandma, weight, birthday being different than his grandma, birth year being the same year as his grandma, hair color and eye color. Have the Korean 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 in perfect little boy English. 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 Korean 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 Korean 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. 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 in perfect little boy English. Have him somehow realize in his heart he's the same age as 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 and wedding ring as he looked exactly like the woman minus the jewelry and wedding ring. Have the boy's memories start altering as his voice and accent changed into a Korean 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 Korean song midway through and have it be in quoted text with the English song lyrics changing into the traditional Korean 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 Korean song having the quoted text morph midway through but also having the Korean song also be translated. Have the woman smile as she finished singing before looking down at her outfit and her platform sandals before spotting her jewelry and wedding ring strutting over to where her jewelry was adding it all to her outfit as well as adding her wedding ring being specific about what she was adding and where she was adding it and how she was adding it. 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. 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 the little boy 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 not knowing the word little boy or young man saying something else looking at her wedding ring and mentioning her husband and other family members.
In a quaint corner of Louisiana, a town, quite small and close-knit, was bustling with the ordinary affairs of its life in 2021. Among its inhabitants, a vibrant little community, was a 6-year-old boy named Oliver. Oliver, born on November 23, 2014, was a delicate sprout with all the right features, adorned by sapphire-blue eyes and golden-brown hair swept back neatly. He was an average height, around 3.6 feet tall, and had a healthy weight of about 45 pounds. This young lad was the cherished son of a remarkable single mother, Sophie. Sophie was 26, having given birth to Oliver when she was just 20. She was born on February 28, 1995. She was relatively of medium height, about 5 feet 7 inches tall, and had a healthy weight of 150 pounds. Sophie had unmistakable hazel eyes, which matched perfectly with her copper-curled hair. Her husband and Oliver's father, Jonathan, a man of 6 feet, moderate build, with charcoal-black hair and matching eyes, was no longer in Oliver’s life. Jonathan had been born on August 30, 1991, and despite only being 30, had built quite a solitary life for himself. Oliver was also close to his Aunt Claire and Uncle George, who lived in the vicinity. Claire, with her 5 feet 3 inches frame, oceanic-green eyes and espresso-brown hair styled in a bob, was very close to Oliver’s heart. Born on October 15, 1993, her weight was 125 pounds. George, born July 10, 1990, was a vivacious unbound spirit with quite a penchant for globe-trotting. The 31-year-old was tall, around 6 feet 1 inch, carried about 180 pounds, and had moss-green eyes, topaz-brown hair fashioned into a man-bun. Their beloved matriarch, Martha, called Grandma by all, was 65, with a full life behind her and many stories to tell. The gray-haired lady, despite her 5 feet height and stout stature of 160 pounds, carried an aura of indomitable strength. Born on September 2, 1955, her penetrating mahogany eyes saw all too well the joys and tribulations her grandchildren navigated. One day, Oliver decided to embark on a small, albeit significant, adventure of taking his first solo trip to the barber. The shop was managed by an endearing Korean lady named Myung-Hee, who matched Martha's age but not her height, being a bit shorter at 4 feet 10 inches and having a significantly lighter weight of 125 pounds. Born on April 28, 1955, Myung-Hee had soft gray hair cropped into a sharp pixie cut, quite a contrast to her coal-black eyes. Her nails, painted a striking red, stood out in her shop, and her jewelry, a collection of traditional South-Korean pieces, added uniqueness to her. As Oliver walked into the shop, Myung-Hee casually greeted him saying, "Sitat, boy. I com bak, 'kay?" in her best English attempt before disappearing into a back room. Nervously, Oliver removed his shoes and socks off, feeling the cold tile floor beneath his tiny feet. He shuffled around the room until he felt a peculiar urge of nature calling him. "I gotta potty!" he declared without any hesitation. He chanced upon a hallway, quite positive it led to a bathroom, and strutted down, not taking a look down at the pathway. His hurried pace led to him tripping over a pair of magnificent platform sandals that belonged to Myung-Hee, slipping his feet into them in the process. An array of inexplicable events unfolded in an instant. Oliver tried to remove the platform sandals from his feet, but to his utter dismay, his feet started morphing in front of his eyes. As he gazed upon now unfamiliar feet adorned with crimson nail paint matching Myung-Hee's, he shuddered. His heart raced as he pulled at the platform sandals, but the changes were relentless, ascending through his legs and engulfing his entire being in their grasp. "I'm gonna miss mommy and grandma so much! I didn't do anything wrong; I just had to potty!" shivered the terrified child. The uncanny realization dawning upon him that he was no more an innocent 6-year-old but a mature woman of his Grandma Martha's age evoked profound sadness in him. He found a semblance of comfort in the melody his mother taught him to sing when he was scared. "Moonlight, star bright, hold me tight till morning light," Oliver tremblingly started singing. However, as his vocal cords morphed along, his voice morphed into an unfamiliar one as he continued, "이 밤 그날의 반딧불을 당신의 창 가까이 보낼게요, or 'Tonight, I will send the glow of a firefly to somewhere near your window." His body completely changed, mirroring that of Myung-Hee completely. His hair morphed into the exact shade and cut as Myung-Hee's, clothing overlooking the platform sandals turned into an immaculate copy of her outfit, including her wedding ring. Oliver’s identity is all but lost to the world. Re-engaged with the world as Myung-Hee now, Oliver had no memories of his past young self. He finished the Korean lullaby, his soft voice echoing in the incipient loneliness, and glanced down at her, now his, outfit. Admiring the platform sandals and the matching set of traditional South-Korean jewelry laid out for him, each of the bracelets, earrings, necklaces, and the wedding ring found their way meticulously on his body, wrist, fingers, and neck. Oliver now Myung-Hee fluttered around the salon, adjusting the blazer at the shoulders, blouse collars, and other pieces. He moved the carefully situated pleats of the blouse, adjusted the shoulder pad alignment on the blazer, tightened the belt to hug the waistline, and did a quick stride in the platform sandals. Looking at her shoes, she casually remarked, "Not much high, I've high thing on feet. By that, I meant her platform sandals." Disturbed by the absence of the young boy who had walked into her salon, now Myung-Hee voiced her thoughts out loud, "Small man, where him go?" revealing her imperfect English. Oblivious of the transformation she imposed onto Oliver, she returned to tidying up her salon, carefree and nonchalant of the world around her.
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