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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, 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 Spanish woman with a Spanish style tied up in a bun, 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 Spanish woman's name, age, height being shorter than his grandma, weight being over 300 pounds, birthday being before June, birth year being the same as his grandma, hair color and eye color. Have the Spanish 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 Mexican 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 Spanish 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 and turning a bronze color. Have the boy's memories start altering as his voice and accent changed into a Mexican 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 Mexican song midway through and have it be in quoted text with the English song lyrics changing into the traditional Mexican 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 Mexican song having the quoted text morph midway through but also having the Mexican 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 walk to a nearby mirror grabbing her hair and putting it back in a bun with a step by step process of her doing it. 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 Spanish but i miss being a young woman and have it be in quoted text and accented English spelling "miss" like "mees" and "Spanish" like "Espanish". 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 look at her wedding ring smiling and saying I'm a so a grateful for a my a 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. Include her mentioning the year she moved to America. Have her start singing another Spanish song in Spanish while continuing to clean up the salon and have it be in quoted text in Spanish. 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 white woman with something unique to white women getting mesmerized by something only white women could have and saying something about the thing unique to white 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 Spanish to herself and have it be in quoted text trying to calm herself down. Have her get home seeing her daughters who were both taller than her and include details about their ages and birthdays and birth years. Have them speak Spanish to her and have her speak Spanish back. Have her find her husband and be happy as she walked up to him. Include details about his age and birthday and birth year.
Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Andy Miller, who was 7 years old. Andy stood at 3'10'' and weighed 55 pounds. His birthday was November 15, 2015, and he was born in the state of Texas. Andy had sandy blonde hair that often fell into his hazel eyes, cut into a messy but cute style that gave him a perpetually playful look. His mom, Mary Miller, was 32 years old, standing at 5'6'' and weighing 140 pounds. She had deep brown hair, straight and always pulled back in a ponytail, and soft blue eyes. She was born on March 3, 1991, and shared an unyielding bond with Andy. The family lived in Dallas, Texas. Andy's aunt, Sarah Carter, was 28 years old and stood at 5'9'' with a slender build, weighing 130 pounds. Her birthday was January 22, 1995, and she had the same brown hair as Mary, but wore it shoulder-length and wavy. Sarah's eyes were a striking green. Sarah resided in Houston, Texas, but visited often. His grandma, Linda Jenkins, was a kind 68-year-old woman, standing at 5'4'' and weighing 135 pounds. Her birthday was July 10, 1955, and she had silver-gray hair styled in a neat bob, with warm brown eyes. Linda lived in the small town of Waco, Texas. His grandpa, Bill Jenkins, younger than Linda by two years, was 66 years old, standing tall at 5'10'' and weighing 165 pounds. He was born on May 15, 1958, and had salt-and-pepper hair with a full mustache, and laughing brown eyes. One sunny afternoon, Andy was tasked with going to the salon for a haircut all by himself for the first time. Nervous but excited, he walked down the street with determined steps until he reached "Maria's Salon." The place was run by a gracious Spanish woman named Paloma Rivera. Paloma was 68 years old, just like Linda, but shorter, standing at 5'2'' and weighing over 300 pounds. Her birthday was March 10, 1955. She had thick black hair tied up in a traditional Spanish bun, and her dark brown eyes twinkled with warmth. Paloma wore a tank top, shorts, and flip-flops adorned with silver straps and vibrant red toenails. Her fingers were covered in jewelry, including hoop earrings, bangles, and a thick gold chain, along with a wedding ring made of white gold. “Stay here, niño. I go get things for your haircut. No move, yes?” Paloma instructed Andy in her distinct Spanish accent, her English broken but kind. While waiting, Andy decided to slip off his shoes and socks, feeling the cool floor beneath his feet as he walked aimlessly around the barber chair. Suddenly, he felt an urgent need. "I gotta potty!" he innocently exclaimed, lisping his words out. Confident that the bathroom must be down the hallway, Andy walked with his head held high, not looking at the ground. He tripped and stumbled, looking down to realize he'd tripped over Paloma’s flip-flops and slipped them on by accident. Before he could remove them, his clothing evaporated, causing him to panic. Struggling with the flip-flops, Andy was horrified as his feet started to crack and age into female feet, matching Paloma’s, complete with red nail polish. Frantically pulling at the sandals, he noticed the changes slowing, realizing the flip-flops were the cause. Despite his efforts, his head, face, and hair started changing as he tugged more and loosened the straps slightly. "I gonna miss Mommy and Grandma so much. I didn't do anything wrong, just had to potty!" Andy lisped in innocent confusion, tears welling in his eyes. Somehow, he realized deep in his heart he was older than his grandma, much older than his mom and aunt, causing him to sob openly. Scared and frightened, he started singing a song his mom taught him whenever he felt afraid, trying to calm him down. His body continued morphing and maturing into a woman's figure, identical to Paloma, bronze skin covering him. As he sang, his memories began to alter, his voice and accent shifting into a thick Mexican one. The song changed from his mother's lullaby into a traditional Mexican tune, “Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are, arriba en el cielo tan alto, como un diamante en el cielo.” He sang, finishing in her new voice, “Estrellita, ¿dónde estás? Quiero verte titilar,” which translates to “Little star, where are you? I want to see you twinkle.” Smiling at her reflection, she looked down at her outfit, noticing the familiar clothing. Feeling a pang of déjà vu, she spotted her jewelry and wedding ring nearby. Striding over, she started putting on each piece meticulously, first slipping on the bangles one by one, adjusting the hoop earrings, putting on the gold chain, and finally, slipping the wedding ring onto her finger with tender care. Approaching a mirror, Paloma grabbed her hair, combing it back into a bun step by step, pulling each strand neatly into place. Satisfied, she stumbled to nearby chair, sitting down to adjust the loose flip-flops back onto her feet with care, each toe slipping into place securely. Her outfit and flip-flops adjusted in a feminine way, she walked around the now-tidy salon, fixing herself. As she tidied even more, she looked around, shrugging. “What I was doing?” she wondered in her broken English, “Flip-flops so comfy. I love being Espanish, but I mees being young woman.” Reality adjusted to explain her loose flip-flops and absence of jewelry, suggesting she'd removed them earlier for comfort. Admiring her wedding ring, she smiled, saying, “I’m so grateful for my husband Carlos and daughters Isabel and Juana, and for moving to America in 1990.” She then started humming another Spanish song, “La Cucaracha, la Cucaracha, ya no puede caminar,” continuing her cleaning. Grabbing her purse, she went through it, applied some lipstick, and threw the purse over her shoulder. Even though it was nighttime, she put on a pair of sunglasses, locking up the salon for the night and began her walk home. Feeling vulnerable in the night, Paloma's steps slowed as she noticed a white woman with blonde hair and blue eyes, mesmerized. “Que bonita esa cosa,” she muttered, struggling to name the beauty unique to white women. The night made her nervous. “Tranquila, Paloma,” she whispered to herself in Spanish, calming herself down as she walked. Finally arriving home, she was greeted by her two tall daughters, both reaching over 5'7'', ages 15 and 17, born on April 5, 2008, and February 21, 2005, respectively. They spoke to her in Spanish, “Mama, ¡hola!” and Paloma responded warmly in their native tongue. Finding her husband Carlos, she beamed, walking up to him. Carlos was 66, born May 3, 1957, a reminder of the life she now embraced fully. She had found solace in her deeply altered reality, continuing to live as Paloma Rivera, a kind salon owner in Texas.
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