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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 to a salon alone for the first as he entered the salon. Have the woman working be a Korean woman with a Korean style pixie cut, a blazer, a blouse, ankle cut pants of some kind and platform 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 Korean woman's name, age mentioned, height being shorter than his grandma, weight, birthday, birth year being 5 years younger than his grandma, hair color and eye color. Have the Korean 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 spot a bag or purse of some kind with a description of what's inside a salon stylist would have for herself. Have the boy suddenly need to use the bathroom innocently yelling out he had to potty and have it be in quoted text in perfect little boy English. Have the boy decide to go down a hallway thinking it led to the bathroom as he walked with his head up looking at something else not looking at the ground. Have the boy trip over something losing his balance before looking down realizing he accidentally tripped over the Korean woman's platform sandals 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 platform sandals when his feet started cracking and aging into female feet with red nail polish matching the Korean woman's. Have the boy frantically pull the platform sandals 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 had to potty and he doesn't wanna be an icky girl and have it be in quoted text in perfect little boy English. Have him somehow realize in his heart he's only slightly younger 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 and nail polish formed on him as he looked exactly like the woman minus the jewelry and wedding ring and platform sandals. Have the boy's memories start altering as his voice and accent changed into a Korean one. 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 morphs into a traditional Korean song having the quoted text morph midway through but also having the Korean 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 platform sandals which were hers of course. She then strutted over to where her jewelry was adding it all to her outfit as well as adding her wedding ring being specific about the jewelry she was adding and where she was adding it and how she was adding it. Have her then pick up her platform sandals walking to a nearby chair and sitting down pulling her pant legs up and setting the platform sandals down momentarily. Have her bend down slipping each platform sandal in it's rightful spot onto her feet with a step by step process on what she was doing. Have her then adjust her outfit and her platform sandals in a feminine way doing womanly things as she walked around her salon stumbling and losing her platform sandals once again momentarily. Have her grab them again putting them on once again adjusting them to fit her feet even tighter and adjusting her hair and with very detailed descriptions on how she adjusted her platform sandals. Please include a detailed description of how she adjusted her platform sandals on her feet. Have reality change to where she remembered removing her jewelry and platform sandals and wedding ring with a weird and ridiculous explanation for why she did being given and that she had just decided to put her platform sandals and wedding ring and jewelry all back on and include it in the story. Have the woman look around her salon wondering where the kid she was waiting on went strutting around loudly and worriedly before saying out loud that she wondered where the little boy went saying where little boy go without her noticing as she never left the room and have it be in quoted text in very broken English with words spelled wrong and halted English and forgetting certain basic English words saying something else. Have her spot her bag or purse walking over to it and going through it and pulling something out with a description of what and why. Have her continue to tidy up her salon being specific on what she was doing while happily strutting around in her platform sandals hearing the thump they made each time they hit the ground as she walked singing a traditional Korean song while she worked. Have her start sweeping glancing down at her platform sandals on her feet deciding to adjust them once again before again grabbing her broom and continuing her sweeping. Have her smile as she looked at her reflection before sitting down and crossing her legs looking at her wedding ring and saying how she loved her husband and have it be in quoted text and halted and very broken English not knowing the word for husband saying something else.
In the year 2021, in the warm, amicable state of Virginia lived a delightful, innocent 6-year-old boy named Jamie Smith. Jamie stood 3 feet 11 inches tall, weighing around 45 pounds. Born on the 21st of November, 2015, his bright, big blue eyes and adorable bowl cut with shades of blonde hair complimented his cheerful grin perfectly. His mother, a young woman named Sarah Smith, was only 26, born on the 7th of May 1995. With her strawberry blonde loose curls cascading down to her shoulders and sparkling green eyes, she managed to enchant everyone she came across. Sarah was 5 feet 6 inches tall and weighed in at 130 pounds. Her determination was unyielding, her devotion unwavering as she raised her son alone. The boy's father, Jacob, was no longer present in his life. A handsome man weighing 190 pounds and standing at 6 feet height, with dark brown eyes reflecting back strength, and hair as black as a raven with a slick back style. Jacob was born on 12th of August 1994, his departure had left a void in their lives. Jamie's Aunt Emily, a lively and spirited woman of 22, was born on 2nd March 1999. She was slightly taller than Sarah, standing 5 feet 7 inches with a weight of 125 pounds. Her vixen red hair was always neatly tied in a bun, and her hazel eyes twinkled with mischief. His Uncle Mark, a man of 28 who was always busy, rarely found time to visit. Standing at a height of 6 feet 2 inches and weighing around 200 pounds, he was born on the 9th of December 1993. His light brown hair mirrored his warm brown-eyed gaze. Grandma Molly, a lady well into her 60s, was a pillar of their family. Born on the 18th of November, 1961, she still managed to radiate liveliness around her. Molly was a 5 feet 3-inch tall, 155-pound woman with salt-and-pepper hair neatly set in a bob, her soft blue eyes revealing the wisdom she carried. One sunny day, our little hero Jamie embarked on his first lone journey to the local salon, run by a chatty Korean woman named Soo-Min. Soo-Min Lee, born 5 years younger than Molly, on the 12th of February 1966 and a little shorter than Jamie's grandma, at a height of 5 feet 1 inch, weighed about 145 pounds. Her daring Korean style pixie cut included black hair complemented by her deep brown eyes. Soo-Min was fashionably clad in a blazer and a blouse paired with ankle-cut pants and shiny platform sandals. Her nails were painted a bold deep red, matching the sparkle in her eyes. Jewelry adorned every visible part of her body, a lovely array of bracelets, necklaces, and rings added the final touch, with a prominent wedding ring dangling from a gold necklace. "Wait here, little buddy, I get stuff for haircut," Soo-Min spoke in broken English as she left the room, leaving Jamie alone. The cold tiled floor sent chills through his body as he slipped off his shoes and socks, walking around the salon curiously. His eyes fell on Soo-Min's bag, filled with combs, assortment of scissors, styling gels and a picture of an unknown man who bore a beaming smile. "Momma, I gotta potty!" Jamie yelled, his voice echoing through the room. He ventured through a hallway, thinking it led to the bathroom when he tripped over Soo-Min's platform sandals. In a clumsy attempt, he managed to slip them on. Suddenly his clothes disappeared, and Jamie cried out in fear. "Mommy, Grandma! I didn't do anything wrong! Don't wanna be a icky girl!" he cried, a sinking realization pooling in his heart that something inexplicable was happening. His adorable feet cracked, ageing instantly into a woman's feet complete with red nail polish, mirroring Soo-Min's exactly. As he tried to yank the sandals off, the transformation didn't stop. In the echoes of his terrified whimpers, he started humming a song his mother always comforted him with. It was then that his body started to change, morphing and aging in a terrifying speed. His memories began to shift, his American accent took a Korean tone, and suddenly, his song morphed from soothing English lullaby to a traditional Korean song. "곳곳에 스쳐 지나간, 생을 꿈꾸며 바라보고," he sang with growing calm. With the last note of the song, the transformation was complete. The innocent 6-year-old boy was nowhere to be found, instead stood a perfect replica of Soo-Min wearing the same blazer, blouse and ankle cut pants, down to the very red nail polish in her fingers, minus the jewelry. She looked around, startled. Picking up the scattered jewelry, she meticulously clamped the bracelets around her arms, hung the necklaces around her neck, slipped on each ring, adding the final touch – her wedding ring. She then picked up her platform sandals and went on to sit on a nearby chair. She lifted the hem of her pants and slipped on her platform sandals, one foot at a time, securing the thick strap of the sandals over the bridge of her foot and the thin strap her toes, ensuring that her heel was fitting comfortably on the heel pad. Once the sandals were securely on, she adjusted her blouse, tightened her belt and ensured that her pants were well secure over her hips. She attempted to walk around her salon in the platform sandals, briefly losing balance due to the sudden height but swiftly recovering. Adjusting the sandals once more on her feet, she ensured the straps were tightly fastened for enhanced grip. The thick under-sole platform offered her more stability as she strutted around, her steps firm and her stance upright. New memories started invading her mind – of her removing her jewelry and platform sandals, her wedding ring for the sake of giving young Jamie a haircut. She smiled and shook her head, thinking of her strange antics and got back to work. "Where little boy? Where Jamie go?" Soo-Min found herself speaking out loud, looking at the salon through her salon’s glass windows. She felt something is missing. After a few paces, Soo-Min walked over to her bag, pulling out a hairbrush to tidy up the area where Jamie would have been sitting. As she organized her salon, each step thumping rhythmically due to the platform sandals, she began singing a traditional Korean song. Every now and then, she would glance down at her platform sandals and make minute adjustments, making sure the straps stayed secured and the buckle was tight. She then caught her reflection in her salon mirror, observing herself sitting down and crossing her legs, admiring her wedding ring. “I love my husband,” Soo-Min said, gazing at her ring. Her broken and halted English painted the perfect picture of her love story, as she returned to tidying her salon, wondering wherever had the little boy gone.
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