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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 look down at her platform sandals and smile before walking over to one of her mirrors and smiling before chuckling at herself. 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 the year 2021, in the small town of Springfield, Illinois, lived a spirited little boy named Liam. Liam, a kind-hearted 6-year-old stood about 3 feet 7 inches tall and weighed 48 pounds. Born on an autumn day, precisely on September 8th, 2015, Liam stole many hearts with his sky-blue eyes and curly chestnut brown hair which he often wore in gentle waves, cut just above his ears. Liam was the precious gem of his young mother, Jane, just 23 years old. Jane was an average heighted woman of 5 feet 5 inches and 125 pounds with a birthday of August 3rd, 1998. Blessed with vibrant green eyes and auburn hair which fell in soft waves just below her shoulders, Jane was well known for her maternal warmth. Sadly, Liam's father, Charles, aged 25, hadn't been in his life for a while due to unforeseen circumstances. Charles was a tall, handsome man, standing at 6 feet 2 inches, and tipping the scales at 185 pounds. With an April 10th birthday, born in 1996, Charles had mesmerizing hazel eyes and black hair which he styled in a short, slicked back fashion. Liam's aunt, Emma, was another adored figure in his life. At 21, she was beautiful and vivacious, standing at 5 foot 7 inches and weighing around 135 pounds. Born on June 15, 2000, Emma had beautiful strawberry blonde hair, which she often styled in a high ponytail, setting off her sparkling gray eyes. His Uncle Noah, a year older than his mother at 24, was always occupied with work but cared for Liam deeply. Noah stood tall at 6 feet 1 inch, weighing around 175 pounds. Born on October 12, 1997, he was characterized by his deep-set brown eyes and sandy brown hair, typically worn in a classic crew cut style. Liam was also loved by his 68-year old grandmother, Martha, bestowed with endearing charm and wisdom. Martha stood 5 foot 5 inches, weighed 160 pounds, and was born on July 7, 1953. Her silver streaked brunette hair was customarily bound in a neat bun, complementing her warm brown eyes perfectly. One day, as autumn leaves fell around Springfield, Liam decided to venture out to a salon for the first time, all by himself. Working there was a kindly Korean woman, Mrs. Kim, who was a seasoned veteran of her craft. Aged 68, Mrs. Kim was slightly shorter than his grandmother Martha, around 5 foot 4 inches, and weighed about 135 pounds. Her birthday was two weeks apart from Martha's, falling on July 21st, 1953. Mrs. Kim donned a stylish pixie cut which she dyed a rich mahogany, highlighting her almond-shaped dark brown eyes. Her confidence shone through her choice of attire, a tailored black blazer worn over an ivory silk blouse matched with platform sandals. Her nails were elegant, painted the same shade of red as her lipstick. Dazzling pieces of jewelry adorned her petite form; a delicate diamond pendant around her neck, a bracelet studded with shimmering rubies on her wrist, and a pair of dainty pearl earrings dangling from her ears. Her hand carried a significant weight, the thick gold wedding band marking years of shared love and memories. "Wait, I back soon, OK?" Mrs. Kim told Liam in halting English as she left the salon room to get something for Liam's haircut. Immersed in the strange new environment, Liam took off his shoes and socks, feeling the chill of the salon floor seep into his tiny feet. His small voice echoed through the empty salon: "I gotta go potty!" He decided to venture down a hallway, earnestly looking around for any sign of a bathroom. A sudden misstep over Mrs. Kim's abandoned platform sandals sent him falling quite hard. Somehow, in the fall, he had managed to slip his tiny foot into one of the oversized sandals. As he struggled to remove the platform sandals, a strange sensation washed over him. He looked down to see his feet slowly altering, the skin aging into Mrs. Kim's delicate, red nail polished foot. Fear and a certain panic crept over the innocent child as his limbs and then his form started sprouting into maturity. "I gonna miss Mommy an' Grandma," his voice morphed as he cried, "Why? I didn' do nothin' wrong. Jus' needed to potty..." His heart pounded in sync with the bizarre phenomenon, echoing the hard truth of his unbidden reality; he was now an aged woman not dissimilar to his Grandma. Fear gripped him tight as he drew onto something familiar, something comforting - a lullaby his mother used to sing when he was scared. "Go to sleep, my baby boy," He started singing, his innocent voice wavering like leaves beaten by the rain, his native language transforming into unfamiliar phonetics, his young life into full maturity. They morphed midway into a traditional Korean song: โ๊ฟ์ด ์์ด์, ๋ด ์์ ์์ด..." ("Dream, my little one...") His memories began to blur, blend and finally alter as a feminine voice rang out from his throat, carrying the tune of a song his 'mother' had taught him. His rough knees and stubby toes elongated into slender legs and delicate feet, adorned with a deep red nail polish and his little blue pajamas transitioned into a resilient blazer, fitted blouse, and a pair of black platform sandals. His childish features hardened and smoothed out into the features of Mrs. Kim and strands of jet-black curly hair gracefully transformed into a pixie cut, a few strands stylishly tucking behind her ears. As he reached the last note of the song, the transformation completed. The small boy, lost in the sea of change, had disappeared, replaced by the elegant figure of Mrs. Kim. Thick diamond-laced bracelets appeared around the wrist, a string of pearls draped elegantly over the blouse, an ornate diamond ring glistening proudly on a finger, symbolizing years of cherished commitments. She gently slipped the ring onto her finger and smiled appreciatively into a mirror. Adjusting the collar of her blazer and straightening the blouse, she took quick strides in her platform sandals around the salon she knew was her domain, glancing approvingly at the tidy space. She cocked her head to one side, pouting, "Where go kid? He big man...sock and shandy?" Her words, stilted with her Korean accent, echoed off the walls. She shrugged, "Maybe him go. He found way. I tidy more." With a confident smirk, she strutted over the salon, checking her appearance in the mirror. Lightly chuckling at herself, she quipped, "Me, Kim, short. Sandal not make tall. No matter. Me, Kim, happy. My man, my children love me." She chuckled at herself, complete and confident. The salon was quiet once again, the little boy forgotten and a new Mrs. Kim emerged.
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