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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 wondering why she wasn't wearing her jewelry or wedding ring or platform sandals and 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.
Here is your detailed story. Meet the charming Quinn: an adorable, 6-year-old boy with tousled coppery hair, deep-set blue eyes, who weighed 45 pounds and stood tall—well, as tall as a 6-year-old could—at about 3 feet 8 inches. Born on August 23, 2015, Quinn is a native of the breezy, beach-filled state of California. Quinn's mother, the lovely, young Tiffany, was both his guardian angel and his entire world. Tiffany was a breathtaking woman of 26, with long, flowing raven hair and green almond-shaped eyes that had a way of lighting up when Quinn was around. She was born on July 9, 1995, stood at 5 feet 6 inches, and weighted around 130 pounds. Once his life was shared with his father, Mark, a tall, rough-around-the-edges man with greased back chestnut hair and sharp gray eyes. Mark was 27, weighed in at 180 pounds, with a towering height of 5 feet 11 inches. Born on June 12, 1994, he was no longer present in their lives. Aunt Caroline, lovingly referred to as "Carrie" by Quinn, was a lively redhead with emerald green eyes. Carrie was 24 years old, weighed 115 pounds, stood at 5 feet 4 inches, and was born on March 20, 1997. Uncle Jack, 29, born on November 5, 1992, was a busy, preoccupied man. He was a 6 foot tall man of structure, weighed 190 pounds and sported a classy undercut hairstyle with dark brown hair and broodingly mysterious blue eyes which were just a touch lighter than that of his mother Julie. Julie, Quinn's grandmother, was a short, plump woman of 65, with a crown of silver hair and soft, periwinkle eyes. Born on the 3rd of October, 1956, Julie was 5 feet 3 inches tall, and weighed around 160 pounds. On this particular day, Quinn was embarking on his first solo journey—walking to the salon. When he entered, he was greeted warmly by Hye, the salon owner, a Korean woman with twinkling chocolate-colored eyes and a Korean-style pixie-cut chestnut hair. Hye was a petite woman, even shorter than Grandma Julie, but there was something about her that was larger than life. She wore a chic blazer and a flowing blouse, adorned with various gold chains, pearl strings, and gemstone pendants. She was slightly older than grandma - born on September 30, 1952, she weighed 110 pounds, and was barely 5 feet tall. She pranced around in platform sandals, her nails splashed with the brightest red color, and she wore a gold wedding ring that glowed amidst her numerous accessories. "Sitten hia, I goi get clip-clip for yo'h hair. Don be goin' eanywaya," Hye said before leaving the room. While waiting, Quinn slipped off his own shoes and socks, feeling the cool surface of the tiled floor against his bare feet. He decided to explore a bit but didn't get very far before something sent him tumbling to the ground. Down on the floor, he examined the culprit—it was none other than Hye's platform sandals. Somehow, he'd managed to slip his small feet inside them. Quinn tried to retract his feet when he suddenly felt something: his once-tiny feet began to mature and expand to fill the oversized platform sandals. His boyish ankles looked leaner and older, matching the feet wearing the same red nail polish Hye wore. "Mommy?” he said. “I didn't do nothin' bad, I's just gotta potty.” His words hung in the air, unanswered. The realization came that in his heart and mind, he was older - older than Grandma Julie and definitely older than Mommy Tiffany. It scared him and a dusk of loneliness settled over his now older heart. In those moments, he began to hum the tune his mother always sang when he was scared. "Sleep, baby, sleep, Your father tends the sheep…” he began, his childish voice reverberating through the now empty salon. However, as his body continued to morph, his voice matured into a more mellifluous tone, fluidly switching from English lullaby to a traditional Korean song. "Arirang, Arirang, Arariyo…” The lyrics of this folk song, which translates approximately as "Arirang, Arirang, Arariyo. Crossing over Arirang Pass,” tumble from his now womanly mouth. Fully morphed, and wearing an outfit identical to Hye's - minus the jewelry and wedding ring - the no-longer-Quinn looked around. Strangely calm now, she sang on, her lush voice wafting through the salon. For a moment, she stood still, before a thought crossed her mind. “Why am I not wearing my jewels and platform sandals?" Shakily, she strutted toward her jewels, adding necklace after necklace, several bracelets, a pair of dangling earrings, and lastly her wedding ring, which rested around her ring finger like it was home. She then picked up her platform sandals, and slipped her feet into them the way she had seen Hye do multiple times. Tidy, her entire outfit now felt complete. She even adjusted her sandals, shifting and tightening the straps around her ankles, ensuring a secure and comfortable fit. She glanced around her salon, tidying it up even more as a strange confusion clouded her face. "Where dat liddo boy go? I wunn-der…" Looking down at her platform sandals she sighed, "Ei still so shrot eve wit my sky shoes. Such a shame." Her mind wandered to a photograph that caught her eye. It was a younger version of herself, a memory from when she was 23, wearing a traditional Korean Hanbok at a summer fair. Feeling nostalgic, she continued to clean her salon, taking pride and finding joy in perfecting every detail. With every thump of her platform sandals against the polished wooden floor, a sense of satisfaction washed over her. Driven by a sudden urge, she decided to add a floral scarf around her neck, a touch that seemed to bring together her entire ensemble. As the day drew to an end, our once little Quinn was nowhere to be seen, instead a Korean woman walked around in a salon reflecting on her past, perfecting her present and entirely oblivious to the strange transformation that had just occurred.
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