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Question: The year is 2021. Write me a long and thorough and detailed story the way I have typed 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 being after June, birth year mentioned, hair color and style and eye color. Have him be walking home alone as night approached when he saw his Spanish friend's house. Include his male friend's name, age, height and weight and how long they've been friends. Have him be holding something in his hand when a dog ran out of the house jumping up at him and stealing the precious item. Reveal what the item was as the dog ran back into his friend's house. Have his friend's older sister and her friends be stepping outside for a total of 3 woman. Reveal his older sister's name, age, birthday, birth year being older than his mom and dad and uncle and aunt, height, weight, hair color and hairstyle and eye color and what she was wearing be skimpy with thigh high sandals and a skimpy purse with womanly contents in it with a description of what they were and her nails are painted and she has tons of makeup and lipstick on also covered in skimpy jewelry in skimpy places with descriptions of the jewelry. Have the boy beg the girls to let him in to get his thing back from their dog and have it be in quoted text spelled wrong cause of a lisp. Have his friend's older sister say no and to get lost and get a new one since you lost it you don't care about it anyway and have it be in quoted text and slightly accented English with letters missing from words slamming the door in his face. Have the boy look around finding another open door sneaking in realizing his friend and his friend's parents weren't home revealing where they went. Have him looking frantically through the surprisingly empty seeming house finding a room where he spotted his item revealing what the item is. Have him take off his shoes and socks to be more quiet walking as he walked closer to his item not looking at the ground when he suddenly tripped over something. Have him look down to realize it was some pair of skimpy sandals with a description of the sandals and what kind they were. Have him remove them confused as to how they slipped on his feet when his clothing disappeared and evaporated. Have his feet crack and shift aging into Spanish female feet with his nails done. Have him start crying as he said he didn't do anything wrong and the dog stole his item and he just wanted it back and didn't wanna be a girl and have it be in quoted text with him crying and a lisp. Have him start singing a song his mom taught him to sing to calm down. Have a strange mature but skimpy outfit form on him as he looked in the mirror realizing he was turning into one of his friend's older family members who was too old to go clubbing but still liked going as his memories started maturing and feminizing as he also started getting an attitude. Have his lyrics of the American lullaby morph into an inappropriate Spanish American song midway through and have it be in quoted text. Reveal who the woman is and her name, age being much older than his friend's older sister, birthday, birth year being older than his friend's older sister, who she is to his friend, height, weight, hair color, hairstyle and eye color. Have the woman look relaxed as she looked down realizing she was missing some stuff. Have her walk over to her own jewelry putting on each item with a step by step process of her putting on the jewelry and more makeup and lipstick and doing her hair. Have her grab her skimpy sandals walking over to a place to sit setting down the sandals. Have her grab her first foot putting on the first sandal with a step by step process of how she puts the sandal on her foot adding extra care and emphasis on how she wore the sandals doing the same with her second foot. Have her adjust and pull on the sandals making sure they fit snug and stayed tight on her feet walking in a certain feminine way with a detailed description on everything she was doing. Have her touch up on her outfit adjusting her hair as she looked in the mirror pouting and smiling. Have her strut to the mirror blowing kisses at herself and posing and pouting before saying how she can still rock the club even at her age and have it be in quoted text mentioning her age in very broken English. Have her grab her purse pulling out a mature clubbing item from it and doing something with the item. Have her say how she can't wait to go clubbing tonight and getting drunk and have it be in quoted text and accented English having no memory of being a 6 year old boy.
Once upon a time in 2021, in the Northeastern state of Vermont, there lived a bubbly 6-year-old boy named Jamie. Born on March 4th, 2015, Jamie weighed a healthy 45 pounds and stood 42 inches tall. His hair was a mop of onyx black curls that danced like waves with every giggle. His eyes were a sparkling deep blue that held a universe of joy and wonder. Jamie lived with his young mother, Emilia, who was born on November 24th, 1993. At 5'6" and weighing 130 pounds, Emilia was a vision of youthful grace. She had cascading chestnut brown hair she styled in bouncy curls and mesmerizing hazel eyes that bore a maternal shine for sure. Jamie's father, Sebastian, who was no longer in the picture was born on the 15th of January 1992. At 6'2 and 180 pounds, he had dark brown short and slightly wavy hair, sapphire blue eyes, and a height that was both intimidating and comforting. Jamie also had a young aunt named Sophia. Born June 14th, 1995, Sophia stood 5'4 tall and weighed 120 pounds. Sophia's hair was chestnut like her sister but she kept hers in a stylish bob cut. Her eyes shared the same hazel color as her sister but held a different sort of spark, one of ambition and mischief. Mark was Jamie's busy uncle who always seemed to be missing from family reunions. Born July 10, 1991, he was 6'0 tall and weighed 175 pounds. In his thirties, Mark still kept up with the fashion times and kept his raven black hair stylishly messy. His warm brown eyes commanded attention every time he walked into a room. Jamie's Grandma, Patty, an adorable woman born after a summer day in July 1963, was a respectable 5'5" in height and a cheerful 135 lbs in weight. With silver hair styled in soft curls and loving sky-blue eyes, she was the epitome of joy. One chilly evening, as the dusk was turning into night, Jamie, cradling a precious item - a wooden action figure his father had made before leaving, was strolling past his Spanish friend's house. His buddy, Daniel, only a year older than him, and 50 inches tall with a 50 lbs frame had become Jamie's best friend during their two years of friendship. Out of nowhere, a German shepherd bolted off Daniel's porch and knocked the doll out of little Jamie's hand, before disappearing into the house with his prized possession. A sense of dread washed over him when he noticed Daniel's older sister, Isabella, stepping out of the house with two friends. Isabella, born on New Year's Eve in 1989, stood 5'8", weighed 140 lbs, and had cascading dark brown hair. She had dark blue eyes that held a lot of mystery. She was clad in a daring red dress, thigh-high sandals, and a flashy purse of unknown designer level. Her nails were delicately painted a dark crimson and her face heavily made up, accentuating her stunning features. Pieces of intricate jewelry adorned her navel, ears, and wrists. Seeing Jamie’s sad face, she looked at him and smirked, "You lost your toy, little man. If you can't keep it safe then it means you don't care about it. Find a new one." Isabella’s accented English was riddled with missing letters, making her sound dismissive and slightly intimidating as she forcefully closed the door. Desperate, Jamie noticed a side door was open, and decided to sneak in, figuring Daniel and his family had gone to the town's annual fair. His heart pounded in his chest as he cautiously made his way through the eerily quiet house. He found the wooden figure lying beside Isabella's purse in her room. Taking off his shoes and socks, hoping it would soften his steps, Jamie moved closer to retrieve his wooden figure. The floor beneath his feet felt oddly soft and then he realized he was wearing a pair of skimpy sandals which were definitely not his. "H-help! I didn't do anything wrong! I just wanted my toy back. I don't wanna be a girl," He broke down, his words laced with a noticeable lisp. His petite body started to morph, clothes changing, sudden growth spurt, feet aging, nails looking pedicured and done. The mirror reflected a mature brunette woman who looked similar to Daniel's Aunt Elena. Elena had always been a very vibrant woman and Jamie found himself turning into her. Elena had been born on March 10, 1980, was 5'6" inches tall, weighed 135 pounds, had long curly brown hair and deep brown eyes. Staring at her new unfamiliar reflection, Elena hummed an inappropriate Spanish tune, her mind going blank with regards to any previous memories of a 6-year-old boy's life. "Now, where are my earrings? And where's my necklace? And my new bracelets!" Elena said in her deep sensual voice. She applied more lipstick, and mascara, before styling her hair in the sassy and stylish way she preferred. She grabbed her skimpy sandals, adjusting the straps to make them fit snugly, before strutting around the room, revelling in the feeling of power and femininity. Elena walked over to the mirror again, her reflection looking back at her approvingly. Pouting her lips seductively and blowing air kisses, she praised herself in broken English, "This hot tigress is ready to rock the club, baby! Forty or not, Elena still has her groove on!" Elena then grabbed her purse, pulling out her fake ID, giggling at the thought of her wild plans for the night. "Tonight's about drinks, dance, and loads of fun!" With these words, Elena, with no trace of the innocent boy Jamie, left her room, ready to take the world by storm.
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