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Question: Write me a story the way I write about 10 year old Izzy going to her 12 year old friend Edgar's house for the first time. Please have Izzy be blonde haired and blue eyed with a headband and overalls and pink shoes. Edgar's 52 year old mom Juana wasn't a fan of Izzy and believed Edgar needed a Spanish girl. Please have Juana be black haired and brown eyed with her hair in a bun, a long traditional red and orange Mexican silk dress, red flip flops with her nails painted red and a bracelet on her wrist as well as a wedding ring on her finger. Please have Juana steal Izzy's phone and her house keys. Please have Juana say the quote "My house! My rules! Ay Edgar! I hate these white women you keep bringing home" in Spanish. Please have Izzy be determined to get her stuff back sneaking into Juana's room. Please have Izzy be intimidated by all the traditional Mexican dresses and heels Juana owned. Please have Izzy say the quote "I wish she wasn't so mean. I really care about Edgar" Izzy climbed the shelves of Juana's closet carefully grabbing her keys and phone. Please have Izzy lose grip of the shelf dropping her phone and house keys and having her feet land in Juana's red flip flops from earlier. Please have Izzy try to remove the flip flops but be unable to and have her clothes evaporate and disappear. Please have Izzy's feet start cracking and changing into Juana's complete with her brown skin tone and red nail polish. Please have Izzy say the quote "What? Why? I just wanna be with Edgar! I love him! I don't wanna be his mom! I didn't do anything wrong! She hates me and stole my things! Why am I being punished?" as her arms and legs matured and feminized into Juana's turning brown as her fingernails gained the same red polish and her torso gained Juana's boobs. Her hair turned black and wrapped itself in a bun as her eyes matured and turned brown and her teeth grew crooked as her voice deepened to Juana's pitch and accent. Please have a red bra and panties form on Izzy as the same red and orange silky dress from earlier, the same bracelet and Juana's wedding ring to complete Izzy's transformation into Juana. Izzy looked in the mirror scared and shocked at how she looked exactly like Edgar's mom. Please have Izzy say the quote "Buwhat? No! I look a like hees momma! I no want a uh be hees momma! No fair! I love Edgar! I no wanna be a mom to heem!" covering her mouth hearing the sound of her voice and accent. Izzy's memories started changing scaring her. Please have Izzy start seeing memories of Edgar as a child and herself as Juana. Please have Izzy hope she won't forget who she is or at least be a kinder Juana but be devastated as she sees visions of herself as Juana being just as old-fashioned and insensitive to Edgar as the real Juana until she only remembered being Juana. The new Juana blinked calmly as she looked around her room before looking down at her dress and flip flops. Please have Juana clip clip over to her mirror before smiling and doing a Gypsy pose and dance as she mouthed Shakira lyrics. Please have Juana say the quote "I love my name Juana! AY! AY! AY! I'm a fierce One sexy woman. Can't believe I'm 52. I love this dress. So comfortable. I love my husband and my son Edgar. I love being Mexican" in Spanish. Please have Juana spot the phone and the house keys on her bedroom floor and pick them up shoving them back in her closet before grabbing a traditional necklace and adding it to her outfit along with another bracelet from her jewelry box as well putting on some makeup. Juana left her bedroom clip clopping out to her living room sitting down on her couch. Please have Juana look down at her wedding ring smiling as she admired how good her nails looked as she turned on a Spanish soap opera. Please have Juana get angry at her son for bringing a white girl home. Please have Juana say the quote "Ay Edgar! You need to bring a Mexican girl home! I'm not gonna keep talking to you about this! You're disappointing me! The white girl don't even speak Spanish. We're a Mexican family and we need to stay that way understand? Don't make me tell your father! You know not to mess with Juana stop testing my patience! I brought you into this world I can take you out!" in Spanish. Please have Juana sit down calmly kicking her feet up on her coffee table still wearing her red flip flops and her dress as she looked at her 52 year old female feet with the red nail polish on her toes watching the soap opera trying to calm her nerves having no memory of being 9 year old Izzy and having no memory of wanting to be a more understanding Juana.
Once upon a time, 10-year-old Izzy, a blue-eyed, blonde-haired girl known for her headband, overalls, and pink shoes, decided to visit her friend, Edgar, at his house for the first time. Edgar, 12, was a fan of Izzy, but his 52-year-old mother, Juana, was less enthusiastic about it. Juana, a mature woman with black hair put into a neat bun, brown eyes, and a traditional red and orange Mexican silk dress, had her nails painted in vibrant red. She wore red flip flops, a bracelet on her wrist, and a wedding ring on her finger, signifying her married status. Juana's stance was clear; she wasn't pleased with her son's choice of friendship. She believed Edgar needed a good Spanish girl. The words echoed harshly in the house, "¡Mi casa! ¡Mis reglas! ¡Ay Edgar! No me gustan estas mujeres blancas que sigues trayendo a casa." Her prejudice was evident, and everyone knew it. One afternoon, Izzy discovered that her phone and her house keys were missing, and she had a strong suspicion who might be behind it. She was scared but determined, and soon she found herself sneaking into Juana's room, feeling threatened by the sight of all the traditional Mexican dresses and heels Juana owned. "I wish she wasn't so mean. I really care about Edgar," Izzy mumbled under her breath as she moved stealthily amid stacks of intricately embroidered fabrics. She climbed the towering shelves of Juana's closet, retrieving her phone and keys. But, in her gold rush, Izzy lost her grip; her possessions plummeted to the ground, and her feet landed in a pair of Juana's red flip flops from earlier. A strange and eerie magic unraveled. Izzy tried to remove the flip flops, but it was like her feet were welded in place. Unexpectedly, her clothes evaporated, leaving her bare as her feet started visibly transforming into Juana's, complete with brown skin tone and red nail polish. "What? Why? I just wanna be with Edgar! I love him! I don't wanna be his mom!" Izzy cried in confusion and fear. But, she wasn't done with her metamorphosis just yet. Her arms matured and became feminine like Juana's, her skin turned a similar shade of brown, and red nail polish adorned her fingers. A similar transformation occurred on her torso, her hair turned black and twisted itself into a bun, her eyes morphed into maturity, turning brown, and her once endearing voice deepened to match Juana's pitch and accent. It seemed as if an invisible tailor took measurements because a red bra and matching panties formed on her before a dress identical to Juana's draped over her. A bracelet materialized on her wrist and Juana's wedding ring, shiny and mocking, found its way on Izzy's finger, cementing her transformation into Juana. Frantically, Izzy ran to the mirror, "¡Pero qué? ¡No! ¡Lucho como su mamá! ¡No quiero ser su mamá! ¡No es justo! ¡Amo a Edgar! ¡No quiero ser madre de él!" she exclaimed in horror, covering her mouth at the sound of her voice and accent. It was then that a new fear pounced on her; visions, memories of Edgar's childhood, of herself as Juana, began streaming into her mind, gradually taking over her true ones. She hoped, prayed, that she could at least be a more compassionate Juana, but the visions contradicted, showing her just as old-fashioned and strict as the real Juana. Eventually, the onslaught of memories was too overwhelming, and Izzy succumbed to them, losing sight of her original persona, her essence. The new Juana looked at herself calmly, "Amo mi nombre, Juana.¡AY! ¡AY! ¡AY! Soy una mujer sexy y feroz. No puedo creer que tenga 52 años. Amo este vestido. Es cómodo. Amo a mi esposo y a mi hijo Edgar. Amo ser mexicana," she whispered in Spanish, a smile stretched across her new face. Things fell back into a familiar routine, with Juana, or rather Izzy-now-Juana, berating Edgar for bringing Izzy home, her voice laced with familiar sternness, "¡Ay Edgar! ¡Necesitas traer a casa a una chica mexicana! ¡Me estás decepcionando! ¡La niña blanca ni siquiera habla español. Somos una familia mexicana y debemos seguir siendo así, ¿entiendes? ¡No me hagas hablar con tu padre! ¡Sabes que no debes meterte con Juana, deja de poner a prueba mi paciencia!" Every evening, Juana would settle by the coffee table, her feet in the red flip flops, admiring her red-painted nails, bewitched by the drama unraveling in Spanish soap operas, as Izzy's memory faded into oblivion. It was as if Izzy never existed, and she was just that - Juana, a stern, strong-willed Mexican woman trying to keep her family traditions intact.
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