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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 home alone for the first time. Have him be walking through some sketchy woods. Have his shoes and socks start hurting for some reason as he decided to take them off. Have the boy spot a rolling bag walking up to it going through it curiously with the items being random weird homeless woman items and some clothing with specific items listed. Have the boy spot a bag or purse of some kind with a description of what's inside being random homeless woman trash that made no sense and some feminine items and nasty things with descriptions of everything including foil and a lighter and a spoon. Have the boy suddenly get uncomfortable saying it's getting scary out here i wanna go home and have it be in quoted text with words spelled different cause of a lisp. Have the boy decide to walk faster out of fear but keeping his head up and not looking at the ground. Have the boy trip over something losing his balance before looking down realizing he accidentally tripped over disgusting pair of women's flip flops and managed to slip them on by accident with a description of the nasty flip flops included with what they looked like. Have the boy go to remove them when his clothing evaporated and disappeared scaring him. Have the boy try to remove the flip flops when his feet started cracking and aging into female feet with toes bent and sprained and bruised. Have the boy frantically pull the flip flops removing them 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 wanted to go home and he doesn't wanna be an icky girl and have it be in quoted text with words spelled wrong cause of a lisp. Have him somehow find out the birth year of the woman he was becoming realizing he was now years older than his mom and aunt causing him to shake and cry in fear. Have the boy be scared as he worriedly started singing a song his mom always taught him to sing when he was scared and have it be in quoted text. Have his own shoes and socks disappear completely worrying him. Have his whole body morph and mature into the woman's with cuts and sprains and bruises and stains as a matted and skimpy and torn outfit formed on him as he looked exactly like the woman minus her rolling bag and purse and flip flops with a description of the matted and skimpy torn outfit included. Have the boy's memories start altering as his voice became raspy and toothless. Have the boy continue singing the song to calm himself down as his memories altered completely as he was singing an American lullaby and have it be in quoted text as it having the quoted text morph midway through becoming her saying random things to no one in particular about rainbows and other stuff and have it be in quoted text as she started wandering aimlessly in the dark woods staying near her stuff. Have the woman smile as she finished talking about nothing spotting her flip flops and rolling bag and purse. She then walked over to where her purse was picking it up with a step by step process on what she was doing with her movements with the purse being nonsense as she eventually put it on her shoulder. Have her then pick up her flip flops and sitting down. Have her bend down shoving each flip flop in it's rightful spot onto her feet with a step by step process on what she was doing. Have her then grab her rolling bag grabbing random things out of it and talking to those things and have it be in quoted text mentioning a random name as she crumpled up a paper sticking it in her purse. Reveal the homeless and schizophrenic woman's name, age being older than his mom and aunt, height, weight, birthday, birth year being older than his mom and aunt, how long she had been homeless for, what she was currently wearing, hair color and style being unkempt and gross with a description of what it looked like, eye color and what she thought she was doing. Have her have to use the bathroom throwing her purse on the ground and running to a tree and going to the bathroom getting the tree dirty. Have her cover herself back up smelling bad as she didn't wipe and ran back over to her purse picking it up and putting it on her shoulder as she continued walking through the forest. Have her spot a tree saying something to the tree that made no sense and have it be in quoted text having no memory of being a 6 year old boy.
In the 2021, there lived a young lad named James, quickly approaching his seventh candle blow since he had taken his first breath on the 5th of March, 2015. Being of average height for a six-year-old, James stood at 3 foot 9 inches with a weight of 45 pounds. Born in Oregon, he was a typical boy with chestnut brown messy, tousled hair falling down in waves to his ears, and eyes as bright and blue as the summer sky. His mother, Lucy, was an attractive young woman of 29 years, blessed with a petite figure standing at 5 foot 4 inches and weighing 130 pounds. Born on July 16, 1992, she had retained the radiant beauty of her youth with voluptuous, ebony curls cascading down her shoulders and large, hazel eyes seasoned with a mixture of joy and hardship. His father, Daniel, a tall, sturdy man of 6 foot 2 inches and weighing 180 pounds, had been absent from their lives since his 31st birthday on the 18th of October, 1990. Daniel had wavy, russet hair coupled with azure eyes that matched James's, a constant reminder of the father that was no more in their lives. James's Aunt Rose, Lucy's younger sister, was a spirited 27-year-old woman with a lean body, standing at 5 foot 6 inches and weighing 125 pounds. Rose had been born on June 3, 1994, and was known for her strawberry blonde hair that danced in waves and piercing green eyes. Uncle Steve, Rose's husband, a sturdy, handsome man of 29 years with a height of six foot and weighing 175 pounds was often too busy with his jobs. Born on April 9, 1992, Steve had short, thick, jet black hair and mesmerizing amber-colored eyes. James's grandmother, Doris, was an energetic woman of 63 years, standing at 5 foot 3 inches and weighing 155 pounds. Born on August 20, 1957, she was blessed with a full head of platinum hair styled in a loose bob and soft, warm, brown eyes. One day, James decided to brave the walk home alone after school. Straying off his familiar path, curiosity led him to a stretch of deserted forest known by the locals as the "Lost Woods." His black sneakers, accented with neon green stripes, began to pinch his feet uncomfortably, forcing him to stop and take off his socks and shoes. The mysterious forest felt chillingly eerie as the sun began to set, casting long shadows that danced in the twilight. James began to worry, stating in his slight lisp, "It's getting scary out here, I wanna go home." Now shoeless and scared, James started to walk faster, not watching the ivy-covered ground beneath. Unluckily, he tripped over a pair of worn-out, dirty, pink flip flops and instinctively slid his feet inside them for protection. Then, terrifyingly, his sneakers and socks disappeared along with his school uniform, causing his heart to race. Strangely, he felt an odd sensation on his feet. Looking down, he saw his feet ageing, looking oddly feminine, with warped, slightly bent toes adorned with chipped, painted nails. James yanked off the cursed sandals but was unable to halt the inexplicable transformation. In tears, he whimpered "I-I'm gonna miss mommy and Gwamma so much. I didn't do anything wowong, I just wanted to go back home. I don't wanna turn into a icky giwl." Suddenly, he saw a flash of the year 1963 imprinted on the flip flops, and he realized that he was morphing into a woman older than his mother and aunt. Shaking with terror, he began to sing an American lullaby his mother used to sing to him, trying to keep calm. As he sung, his voice turned raspy and his memories began to fade, replaced with fragments of a life unknown to him. Eventually, the boy's body underwent complete transformation into a mature, frail woman with an unkempt appearance. His skin was now adorned with scars, cuts, bruises and unpleasant, grubby stains. His clothes became old and worn-out, including a tattered, faded denim jacket over a red dress with holes. His once vibrant hair had grown long, wild, and infested with fleas, and colored a tired gray tone. His young, expressive blue eyes now looked jaded and dull. Then, the interior of a dirty rolling bag caught his new adult eye. The bag contained an assortment of items like used tissues, food wrappers, and strangely, a lighter, aluminum foil, and a spoon among other women's clothing items. As his memory morphed completely, the horrifying reality of his situation hit him. The person he had become was a homeless woman named Margaret, born in the year 1963, making her 58 years old, a full 29 years older than his mother and aunt. She had been homeless for around four years and suffered from schizophrenia. Margaret had ceased to sing the lullaby, her previous life, and the innocent boy named James was now a memory. She walked back absent-mindedly to her bag, picked up her dirtied flip flops and slid them back on her sore feet. Her hand reached into her bag and recovered a worn-out purse containing odds and ends like plastic hairbands and crumpled receipts. She muttered to herself conversationally, absent of any sense, as it had been second nature to her. Soon, she felt the call of nature and ran to a nearby tree, threw her purse on the forest ground and did her business without bothering to clean up after. She then walked back, picked up her purse, tossed a lopsided smile at a tree, and continued her aimless journey through the dark woods, not remembering being a 6-year-old boy named James.
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