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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, birth year being slightly older than 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 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 in perfect little boy English. 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 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 before spotting her jewelry and wedding ring and platform sandals 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 pick up her platform sandals walking to a nearby chair and sitting down and slipping the platform sandals onto 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 the little boy went and have it be in quoted text in very broken English with words spelled wrong and halted English and have her look around in ignorance not remembering what she wad doing. 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 different as her eyes gazed at a photograph of a younger woman. Have her instantly look at the photograph with a smile as she remembered that this was a photograph of her when she was much younger being specific on how old she was in the photo and what she was wearing and doing and where she was. Have her continue to tidy up her salon being specific on what she was doing to tidy it up all while happily strutting around in her platform sandals hearing the thump they made each time they hit the ground when she walked. Have her add yet another accessory to her outfit being specific on what she was adding and why.
In the heart of a bustling town in the state of New York, there lived a sweet-natured boy named Ethan. Ethan stood about 3'10" tall, weighing roughly around 45 pounds, which was average for his age. Born on the 14th of November, 2015, in the blazing colors of autumn, Ethan was a charming six-year-old boy. Ethan's most distinguishing features were his adorable freckles that sported his nose, skin as radiant as a summer peach, eyes gleaming emerald green, and hair as golden as the Midsummer sun, styled in a mischievous mop-top cut that reached his eyebrows. Ethan was a joy to his young mother, Abigail. Abigail was a petite woman, standing at the height of 5'3", weighing around a hundred and twenty pounds. She was born on the 7th of August 1992 which made her 29 years in the year 2021. With a crown of curled chestnut hair that fell to her shoulders, sparkling blue eyes, and a heart filled with dedication and love for her child, she was a sight to behold and a pillar of strength for young Ethan. Ethan fondly remembered stories of his father, Patrick, a man he did not know but was always alive in Abigail's tales. Patrick, a towering man of 6'2", weighing around 180 pounds was born on February 25, 1991. With charcoal black hair styled in a classic crew cut fashion, blue eyes, and an endearing smile, Patrick was said to be a captivating personality. Ethan was also very close to his Aunt Olivia who was born in 1994, which made her 27 years old in 2021. Olivia, just like her sister Abigail, was petite, standing 5'4" tall, weighing approximately 125 pounds. Her hair was a darker shade of brown styled in playful beach waves, and her eyes a stunning hazel shade, radiating warmth and kindness. His Uncle Max, however, was seldom around, always caught up with his work. Max, a man of medium built standing 5'10", weighing about 160 pounds, was born in the year 1992. With short, dirty blonde hair and striking blue eyes, he was a mirror image of his brother Patrick. Dwelling in this family circle was also Ethan's proud grandma, Doris. Doris, turned 65 on October 10th of 2021, her birth back in 1956 had brought prosperity into the family. At 5'5", this vivacious lady, weighing in at approximately 140 pounds, was vitality personified. Her hair, now a silver-gray from the auburn in her youthful days, was always styled in an elegant bun. Doris' eye color matched her late husband's, a striking shade of gray that reflected wisdom and experience. One sunny afternoon, Ethan decided he wanted a haircut. With his mother's approval, he bravely embarked on a trip to the local salon, his first visit alone. His destination was 'The Diamond Cut,' a salon owned by a Korean woman named Ji-yeon. Ji-yeon was a spry figure, slightly shorter than grandma Doris and weighed about 118 pounds. Born on April 24th, 1955, Ji-Yeon was a little older than Doris and sported a youthful glow even in her 66th year. Her hair color was a deep hue of black styled into a chic pixie cut, and her eyes were a beautiful deep brown. Ji-Yeon loved her fashion and layered jewelry around her body, her fingers decorated with multiple rings but the one that stood out the most was her gold and diamond encrusted wedding ring. Her attire was an embodiment of her vibrant personality, a fashionable blazer and a prim blouse, coupled with a pair of platform sandals that gave her an added height. Her nails were painted a luscious red, matching perfectly with the scarlet hue of her delicate lips. As Ethan entered the salon, Ji-Yeon was pleasantly surprised with his bravery. She leaned down to his level, her charming smile meeting Ethan's eager eyes. "You wa-it here," she said in slightly broken English. "I bring tools for hair cut." Ethan nodded and watched her as she disappeared behind a curtain. Ethan took this opportunity to slip his own shoes off, freeing his feet which relished in the cold touch of the floor beneath. He humorously hobbled around the salon exploring the environment. Just as he was taking in the lovely fragrance of the salon, a sudden urge to use the restroom overcame him. "I gotta go potty!" Ethan declared, his youthful voice echoing through the salon. Without a second thought, Ethan bolted down a nearby hallway presuming it to lead to the restroom. As he was walking, he tripped over something that lay abandoned on the floor. Regaining his balance, he found Ji-Yeon's platform sandals, the ones he had so admired when he entered. Confused and amused, Ethan decided to try them on. But as soon as he did, an unbelievable occurrence unfolded. His clothing evaporated, leaving him standing in the middle of the corridor, his innocent eyes wide with astonishment. As he looked down in panic, he noticed that his feet had transformed, appearing identical to Ji-Yeon's. The sandal's tight grip refused to let go, but Ethan managed to slip them off. Unfortunately, freeing himself from the sandals did not halt the process but rather intensified it. Fearful tears brimmed in his eyes as his young body began to mature rapidly. "I didn't do anythin' wrong! I just had to potty, I... I'm gonna miss mommy and grandma so much!" he whispered between quiet sobs. Frightened yet resilient, Ethan quivered but tried to find comfort in a song his mother used to sing to comfort him. His voice rang pure and sweet in the empty salon — "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine..." This comforting tune morphed into a melody far more solemn and deep, the words turning into lyrics of a traditional Korean song, "Arirang, Arirang, Arariyo... (아리랑, 아리랑, 아라리요)". It translated as "Arirang, Arirang, Arariyo... Crossing over Arirang Pass. The one who abandoned me Shall not walk even 4 kilometers before their feet hurt." The English tune humming became overlaid with a mournful tone that sung of love and loss. Miraculously, Ethan had morphed into Ji-Yeon, clad in the same outfit sans the jewelry and the platform sandals. Now equipped with the memories belonging to an older woman from a completely different world, she felt strangely at peace in her new identity. Surveying the salon, her mature eyes fell once again on the platform sandals she had admired before. She walked effortlessly towards them, noticing for the first time her feminine sway, and sat down and slipped her feet into them. She stood up and adjusted the sandals, pressing down the back against her arch, letting her toes settle comfortably in the front and doing a little shake to ensure a tighter grip. Her experienced hands adeptly strapped up the buckle on her ankles, securing the sandals in their place. Next, she found her scattered jewelry and put them on. She elegantly added a jade necklace around her neck, the emerald gleam perfectly complementing her complexion. The final touch was the gold and diamond encrusted wedding ring, which she carefully slid onto her ring finger, revealing a sense of satisfaction in her eyes. Looking around her laughingly, she questioned in broken English, "Wh..."- she cleared throat- "Where little boy go?" As she repeated this, her eyes fell on her wedding picture hanging on the wall. She ran her fingers on the glass, her eyes studying the much younger version of herself before moving on to more pressing issues such as tidying up her salon. As she did, the echo of the 'thump' sound her platform sandals against the hardwood floor acted as a striking background score. While cleaning, she found an extra hairpin lying around. Remembering how it would sometimes act as a savior on bad-hair days, she swiftly picked it up and secured the loose bangs away from her face. As she adjusted her blouse and felt the new familiarity of her clothes, she looked once again at the photo on the wall. Her eyes emitted a strange emotion- a mixture of nostalgia, a sense of loss, and a newfound acceptance of a reality she didn't comprehend completely. Then, lifting her shorter self, she walked around the room one last time, straightening what she thought was out of place. Now the salon looked extra tidy, just as it always did before she began her day. As the last ray of the setting sun bathed the room in a soft glow, Ji-Yeon took a final look at the salon, her home, in pure admiration and satisfaction. This was hers, and she was one with it. Her hands patted the back of her blouse, smoothing out any wrinkles, and then carefully adjusted her platform sandals, securing the straps and taking a deep breath. She was ready to face whatever tomorrow would bring her.
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