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Question: Write me a story about 12 year old Mathilda. Mathilda was at her 69 year old grandma Beatrice's house for the weekend. The second she entered the door, Beatrice took her phone. "It will be confiscated until you leave missy" Beatrice said. Mathilda waited till she heard Beatrice leaving to go shopping and grab dinner. Sneaking into her grandma's room, she saw Beatrice left her purse behind. Grabbing the purse, she ran out to the living room. She looked down suddenly noticing she accidentally slipped into a pair of her old lady sandals trying to slip them off. Removing the purse and getting her phone was easy. She suddenly felt her feet stuck in the sandals growing until they looked like her grandma's even getting her cam hammer toe. She couldn't move them hardly at all and tried to call her family for help. Her height increased slightly as she gained tan shorts and a short floral shirt. Her hair shriveled and turned white and her teeth became dentures as a pair of glasses formed on her face. She looked and sounded exactly like Beatrice now. She went back to the phone realizing she no longer understood it or how to use it as her mind fully changed into Beatrice's. "OH COME ON! PLEASE I--- I don't understand why a simple telephone with the good old spin dial is not good enough. Why you need the computer and the emojis and all the social media things. So unnecessary. Conversations should always be face to face" the new Beatrice rambled just like the real one would. The new Beatrice wondered how she blinked and ended up home spotting her purse on the ground. "Oh silly me. Must've forgotten my purse again. Too bad I left on the floor like an old goof" she said struggling to bend down and grab it. Beatrice left the house again suspicious as to why her granddaughter was so quiet thinking she would deal with her when she got back.
Once upon a time, there was a bright and vibrant 12 year old girl named Mathilda. She was excited about many things in life, but her truest joy came from her frequent visits to her grandmother, 69 year-old Beatrice's, house. Grandma Beatrice, though considerably older than Mathilda, shared a youthful spirit and an unbreakable bond with her granddaughter. One particular weekend, when Mathilda was to visit her grandma, something out of the ordinary happened. As soon as Mathilda stepped foot in Beatrice's home, her beloved grandmother confiscated her smartphone, saying, "It will be confiscated until you leave, missy!" Mathilda, though disappointed, decided to use this opportunity and experience what life without an electronic gadget was like. Then the moment came when Beatrice had to go shopping for dinner and left her purse behind. Spotting her chance, Mathilda snuck into Beatrice's room, grabbed her grandmother's purse, and sprung back out to the living room. With the purse in tow, Mathilda made way to the couch, and that's when she noticed she had accidentally put on a pair of Beatrice's old lady sandals. To her surprise, her feet seemed to be growing into the sandals, emulating Beatrice's foot shape down to her cam hammer toe. It felt odd and restrictive, she could hardly move her feet, but the changes didn't stop there. Trying to make sense of her transforming feet, Mathilda's height started to increase. Her clothes morphed into tan shorts and a floral short sleeve shirt, exactly like Beatrice's. Her hair lost its youthful color, turning into a shriveled white mop, similar to her grandmother's. Her pearly teeth turned into dentures, and a pair of thick-rimmed glasses rested on the bridge of her nose. She looked at herself in the reflective television screen and gasped. Mathilda was no more, she looked exactly like Beatrice. Even her voice replicated Beatrice's. This sudden aged appearance frightened her so much she tried to call her parents for help. But when she picked up her reclaimed smartphone, understanding its function seemed alien to her. "Oh come on! Please I don't--- I don't understand why a simple telephone with the good old spin dial is not good enough. Why you need the computer and the emojis and all the social media things. So unnecessary. Conversations should always be face to face," the new Beatrice said, perfectly mirroring the real Beatrice's perspectives. Completely overcome by befuddlement, she spotted the purse she had glanced earlier, lying on the living room floor. Struggling to bend down, given her elderly body stiffness, she picked it up. Beatrice left the house again, feeling something was amiss with the eerily quiet Mathilda. Beatrice thought, "I must have a proper talk with her when I return." And so, the strange tale of Mathilda and her grandmother Beatrice continued.
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