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Question: Write me a long and thorough and detailed 90 numbered sentences story the way I write about a random little boy with a description of the boy's name, age mentioned, race being white, height, weight, birthday, birth year, what state he's from, hair color and style and eye color. His mom's name, age mentioned, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. His aunt'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 being after June, birth year mentioned, hair color and style and eye color. His grandpa's name, age being younger than his grandma, height, weight, birthday, birth year being younger than his grandma. Have him be walking to a salon alone for the first as he entered the salon. Have the woman working be a German woman with a German style hairstyle, a tank top, shorts and flip flops with a description of the 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 German woman's name, age, height being shorter than his grandma, weight, birthday being before June, birth year being the same as his grandma, hair color and hairstyle being traditional German and eye color. Have the German 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 lisped words. 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 German woman's flip flops 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 flip flops when his feet started cracking and aging into female feet with nail polish matching the German woman's. Have the boy frantically pull the flip flops trying to remove them to stop the changes as they crept up his legs and he started changing more managing to slightly loosen both sandals slowing the changes momentarily proving that the sandals were the cause of the changes. As he tugged more feeling the straps loosen, his head and face and hair started charging. 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 lisped 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 the flip flops loose on her feet and her hair being up with a step by step process of his whole body and hair and face and eyes and lips and ears and nose and eyebrows and chest area and legs and arms and hands and everything feminizing and maturing. Have the boy's memories start altering as his voice and accent changed into a German 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 German song midway through and have it be in quoted text with the English song lyrics changing into the traditional German 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 German song having the quoted text morph midway through but also having the German 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 flip flops were strutting over to where her jewelry was adding it all to her outfit as well as adding her wedding ring with a very detailed step by step process of her adding all the jewelry to her body and wedding ring. Have her then stumble to a nearby chair sitting down and adjusting the loose flip flops on her feet with a step by step process of her adjusting the flip flops back on her feet. Have her then adjust her outfit and her flip flops 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 flip flops. Have the woman look around her salon before shrugging and tidying it up even more having no memory of who she used to be saying out loud that she wondered what she was doing and have it be in quoted text in very broken English with words spelled wrong and halted English. Have her say flip flops are so comfortable and I love being German but i miss being un young woman and have it be in quoted text and accented English. Have reality adjust to explain why she wasn't wearing her jewelry or wedding ring and why her flip flops were loose with the explanation given and included in the story why she wasn't. Have her say I love being un German woman I do miss zee ___ back home in ____ Germany and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks. Have her look at her wedding ring smiling and saying I'm so grateful for my husband ____ and daughter ____ and ____ and me moving to America in ____ and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks and accented English mentioning her husband and kids by name and spelling words with a German accent like "and" being "und". Include her mentioning the year she moved to America. Have her start singing another German song in German while continuing to clean up the salon and have it be in quoted text in German. Have her pick up her purse going through and putting on some lipstick and throwing her purse over her shoulder. Have her put on a pair of sunglasses even though it's nighttime. Have her lock up the salon for the night walking home feeling very aware of how vulnerable she was. Have her slowly thump down the street seeing a American woman with something unique to American women getting mesmerized by something only American women could have and saying something about the thing unique to American women and have it be in quoted text and broken English not knowing what it is called but attempting to name it. Have the night time make her nervous as she continues walking and have her say something in German to herself and have it be in quoted text trying to calm herself down.
Once upon a time, in the vibrant state of Wisconsin, lived a young boy named Jamie. Jamie was a sprightly and curious seven-year-old with a fair complexion that glowed under the warm summer sun. He stood at a modest height of 4 feet exactly and weighed 55 pounds. Born on the 15th of May in the year 2016, Jamie lived in the cozy town of Green Bay. With his unruly mop of curly blonde hair that spilled across his forehead and piercing blue eyes that radiated innocence, Jamie was the apple of his family's eye. His mother, Emily, was a doting 34-year-old woman who stood 5 feet 5 inches tall and weighed 130 pounds. Emily's birthday was on November 3rd, 1988. She had glossy chestnut hair that she often wore in a simple ponytail, and her eyes were a warm shade of hazel. Jamie's aunt, named Sarah, was younger, being just 28 years old. Standing tall at 5 feet 7 inches and weighing 125 pounds, Sarah shared the same hair and eye color as Emily but usually let her hair fall down in gentle waves. Sarah was born on January 10th, 1995. Jamie's grandmother, Margaret, was 62 years old. She was a petite woman at 5 feet 3 inches and weighed 140 pounds, with soft gray hair that she styled into a neat bob, and deep green eyes that seemed to hold a lifetime of stories. Margaret's birthday was on the 25th of July, 1961. Unlike Margaret, her husband Charles, Jamie's grandfather, was a younger man, aged 60. He had handsomely grayed with age, standing tall at 5 feet 8 inches and weighing in around 165 pounds. Charles was born on March 15th, 1963. Jamie, excited about a new adventure, was walking to a salon alone for the first time. Practically bouncing with every step, he approached the entrance of Helga's Hair Haven. The salon was run by a striking German woman named Helga. Helga was 62 years old, born on April 22nd, 1961, and was an inch shorter than Margaret, making her 5 feet 2 inches tall. She weighed 135 pounds and wore her traditional blonde hair in crown braids that added an old-world charm to her tank top and shorts outfit. Her choice of summer attire was completed with a pair of white flip-flops, her toenails painted an immaculate shade of cherry red. As Jamie entered the salon, he was greeted by the German woman who had multiple pieces of jewelry adorning her, from gold hoop earrings to bangles jingling on her wrists. Her wedding ring gleamed prominently on her left hand. "Hallo, small one. Please sit. I vill go get something for your haircut. Vait here," she said in her heavy German accent, the mispronunciations charmingly evident. Jamie nodded, watching Helga disappear into a back room. Curiosity got the best of him as he slipped off his shoes and socks, letting his bare feet feel the cool floor beneath. He explored the salon cautiously, every step a mix of excitement and trepidation. Suddenly, Jamie felt an urgent need and innocently yelled out, "I has to potty!" in a sweet lisp. Without another thought, Jamie began wandering down a hallway, assuming it led to the bathroom. His small head was raised high, not paying attention to where he was stepping. The boy suddenly tripped over something, losing his balance. Looking down, he realized he had stumbled over Helga's flip-flops. With surprise, he noticed his feet had slipped into the sandals. Jamie tried to remove them immediately but was frozen with shock as his clothes evaporated, leaving him exposed. Panicking, he tugged at the flip-flops that stubbornly stayed on his feet. To his horror, his feet began to age rapidly, cracking and changing into feminine feet, complete with the red nail polish. "Mommy! Grandma! I didn’t do anything wrong! I just had to potty," Jamie cried out, the words lisping through his panic. His plea turned into stark realization as he grasped the idea that he felt much older, not just older than his mother and aunt, but even older than his grandmother. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he frantically sang a calming song his mother had taught him. As he tugged at the sandal straps, momentarily loosening them, the changes slowed. However, pulling harder seemed futile as the alterations crept up his legs. His head and face began to shift, taking on a more mature and feminine appearance. His memories started to fade and morph, replaced by those of a German woman. His childhood song turned into a traditional German song, his voice transitioning smoothly into Helga's. "Schlaf, Kindlein, schlaf, Der Vater hüt die Schaf..." Jamie continued, the words now seamlessly in German, "Mutter schüttelt's Bäumelein, Fäller ab ein Träumelein..." (Translation: "Sleep, little child, sleep, Father tends the sheep...Mutter makes the tree shake, shedding down dreams..."). Jamie’s small, youthful body matured into Helga's form. His hair styled into the characteristic German braids and his face sharpened, with green eyes and lips softening into a feminine look. His chest area and other body parts feminized, and an identical tank top and shorts outfit appeared on him. He looked exactly like Helga, except for the missing jewelry and the loose flip-flops on her feet. As memories transformed fully, Jamie continued singing, now entirely a German melody. "...Fäller ab ein Träumelein, Schlaf, Kindlein, schlaf," Helga finished in a soft, mature voice. Clarity returned with the completion of her transformation. She smiled to herself, spotting her jewelry and wedding ring on the counter. Grabbing each piece of jewelry, she adorned herself thoroughly, hoop earrings in her ears, bangles on her wrists, and finally, slipping on her wedding ring. Stumbling to a chair nearby, Helga sat and adjusted the flip-flops carefully on her feet, making sure they fit snugly again. She readjusted her tank top and shorts in a feminine manner, smoothing out any wrinkles and ensuring the ensemble was perfect before continuing to walk around the salon inspecting her reflection. Looking around, Helga shrugged innocently, straightening up the place even more. "Vhat vas I doing? Flip-flops are zo comfortable und I love being German, but I miss being un young voman," she murmured in her halted English, a small frown forming on her lips. The explanation mattered to no one but Helga as the flip-flops had transported her essence, leaving her oblivious to her true origin. "I love being un German voman. I do miss zee Bavaria back home in Munich, Germany," she said, looking thoughtfully at her wedding ring added to her motherly jewelry. Smiling, she declared, "I'm zo grateful for mein husband Klaus und daughter Anna und Katrina und meh moving to America in 1995," her heart warming with thoughts of her family. She hummed another German tune softly as she continued to tidy up. Grabbing her purse, Helga applied a fresh coat of lipstick and nonchalantly threw the bag over her shoulder. She slipped on a pair of sunglasses even though the night had begun to fall and locked up the salon for the evening. She walked cautiously home, her footsteps slow and deliberate due to the darkening streets. She spied an American woman with perfectly manicured fingernails unique in a bright neon color. "Vhat is zis thing amazing...zir nails...zey are different," she said in broken English, her puzzled look changing to curiosity. Feeling vulnerable in the night, Helga spoke softly to herself in German to calm her nerves, "Ich muss stark sein, alles wird gut," (Translation: "I must be strong, everything will be fine") as she hurriedly walked home. Reality had shifted but left her a true German woman far from home, content and grateful.
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