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Question: Story: The year is 2024. Write me a story the way I type about a random 6 year old boy walking through the store with his 22 year old mom with a description of the boy's name, hair and eye color, hairstyle, what he sounds like, height, birthday, birth year, what he's wearing and have it be jeans and a shirt and shoes and his mom's name, height, birthday, birth year and what state they live in and what state she is from. Have there be a 12 year old boy walking through the store with his mom with a description of that boy's name, height, birthday, his hair and eye color and hairstyle, what he sounds like, birth year and what he's wearing with it being warmer clothing of a t-shirt shorts and flip flops with a description of the flip flops and a hat with a description of the hat and his mom's name, height, birthday, birth year and what state she and her son are from. Have the 12 year old boy notice the 6 year old boy pushing the 6 year old boy over and taking the 6 year old boy's shoes and socks running off confusing the boy. Have the 6 year old boy say the quote "What the? My stuff!" before chasing the 12 year old boy. Have the 12 year old boy say the quote "You have to catch me if you want your stuff back" Have the 6 year old boy run halfway through the store barefoot before walking down an empty aisle. Have the boy start walking down the aisle noticing the other boy's hat on the ground now grossed out at the look of the hat. Have the 6 year old boy not notice the flip flops in his walkway that belonged to the 12 year old boy accidentally slipping his feet into them grossed out. Have the 6 year old boy get grossed out at the flip flops on his feet saying the quote "Ew! I hate sandals! Get them off! Mommy! Help!" Suddenly, the boy's feet starting cracking and aging into a perfect fit for the flip flops as his clothes started morphing as his jeans turned into shorts like the boy was wearing and his shirt became a t-shirt like the boy was wearing as he grew taller and looked more and more like the 12 year old boy. Have the 6 year old look in the mirror as his voice got deeper and he tried yelling for his mommy but have his quote alter to sound less like a 6 year old boy and more like a 12 year old boy talking halfway through "Mommy! Help me! I _________" filling in the blank of the quote to resemble a 12 year old boy. Have the boy's memories keep altering until he only remembered being the 12 year old boy. Have the 12 year old boy look around the aisle before looking down at his body and noticing the hat on the floor. Have the boy walk over picking up the hat and putting it on before walking over to the mirror and studying his reflection. Have the 12 year old boy say a quote "_______" sounding like a 12 year old boy as he talked to himself using his new name and age while complimenting his sandals and hat and thought about his former mom now being attractive and his new mom as his real mom and fill in the blanks before looking for his mom having no memory of being a 6 year old boy.
It was a busy afternoon in 2024, Little Austin, a charming 6-year-old carried himself through the crowded store like a seasoned shopper. A dazzling mix of brown eyes and raven hair complemented his height, ideally suited for his age. Standing at 3’10” tall, he was born on April 5, 2018. Austin's curls shone as vibrant as the summer sun and he kept them in a stylish little undercut trimmed neatly. His voice was high pitch but firm, a nice evening soprano filled with energy. He was dressed in snug jeans, adorned with a superhero shirt, and his feet clad stylishly in small, white sneakers. Beside him, was his 22-year-old mother Grace, a genial lady with strong and comforting aura. Born on August 15, 2002, she was a tall woman, commanding an imposing 5’7”. They lived in the bustling, warm state of Arizona, but Grace was a Boston girl at heart, being originally from Massachusetts. Simultaneously navigating the store was a family from California: 12-year-old Jake and his mother Sylvia. Jake was a tall lad for his age, standing at a robust 5’2”. Born on September 16, 2012, his sprouting chocolate-brown hair was slicked back, framing his deep-set green eyes. He sounded mature for his age, the first traces of manhood echoing in his voice. He was fashionably dressed in shorts due to the warm climate of his state, sporting a statement t-shirt, and a pair of colorful, comfy flip-flops. To cap off his ensemble, he wore a straw-hat, worn with the brim facing upwards. As Austin trotted through the store, Jake, noticing the younger boy's striking shoes, pushed Austin over, leaving him in shock. Snatching his shoes and socks, Jake took off, leaving behind a confused Austin who exclaimed, "What the? My stuff!" An impish Jake responded, "You have to catch me if you want your stuff back!" Austin ran after Jake but stopped halfway through the store to walk down an empty aisle. He didn't notice Jake's flip flops in his path and accidentally slipped his tiny feet into them. Austin was horrified at the sense of Jake's sandals on his feet, and called out, "Ew! I hate sandals! Get them off! Mommy! Help!" Inexplicably, Austin's feet started morphing, growing into a perfect fit for the flip flops while his jeans transformed into shorts, and his casual shirt morphed into a stylish t-shirt. His height surged, his features matured, and gradually he became an identical copy of Jake. As Austin faced himself in a mirror his shouted plea of "Mommy! Help me! I…" changed halfway, as his voice deepened and his words skewed to be more sophisticated, reflecting the maturity of a 12-year-old, saying, "..need to figure this out." Suddenly the flurry of his memories altered, and he only remembered being Jake. Picking up the straw-hat, he admired himself in the mirror and muttered, "I do look cool, don't I? These flip-flops too," he chuckled to himself, embracing his new look. His thought of Grace was now someone he found appealing, while Sylvia felt more like his real birth mother. His new life as Jake was an accepted reality, as he headed out to find Sylvia with no memory of ever being a little boy named Austin.
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