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Question: Write me a story the way I write about a random 6 year old boy with a description of what state in the US the boy lives in, the boy's name, his current height, his hair color and eye color and his appearance and what he's wearing. Have him be walking home from school when he trips causing his shoes and socks to fall down a small ditch. Have the boy rush down to get his shoes and socks tripping over a small pair of flip flops accidentally slipping his feet into them. Have the boy try to remove them being unable to. Have his feet crack and shift fitting into the flip flops. Have his whole body age and mature as he surprisingly loses a few inches in height becoming shorter and have a feminine dress form over him. Have his toenails and fingernails gain a manicure and pedicure. Have a wedding ring, sunglasses and a purse form on him. Have tattoos form on him and earrings and have his hair grow long and blonde and have him become a woman. Reveal his new name, age, height being under 4 ft and where she's from and why her shoes were in the ditch. Have him be scared as he's unable to change back but have him lose his memories before blinking and only remembering being a woman. Have the woman notice the shoes and socks picking them up and saying gross and old they look and how she probably just ruined her manicure by picking them up and have it be in quoted text and have her throw them on the ground again. Have the woman climb the hill back to the sidewalk before looking down at her body and frowning. Have the woman look at her flip flops on her feet and sigh before scolding herself for losing her flip flops on her walk around the neighborhood and having to climb down and get them and have her be frustrated at how she never grew to a tall height like most people and have it be in quoted text. Have her start tearing up as she says she's so happy her husband loves her despite her height being so tiny and have it be in quoted text. Have her start clip clopping up the street before frowning again. Have the woman say how she feels extra short today for some reason and how vulnerable she feels before scolding herself for not having some form of protection from creepy men and have it be in quoted text. Have her cross her arms and stomp her foot angrily before cringing. Have her say how she looks like a little girl throwing a tantrum and not a grown woman and have it be in quoted text.
In the sunny state of Texas lived a boy named David. Standing at a grand 4 feet tall, his unruly, dark brown hair was in stark contrast to his piercing blue eyes. This 6-year-old's entire persona was a mirror of youth and innocence, often seen wearing mismatched socks, torn blue jeans, and a white T-shirt with complicated equations far beyond his grade level. One afternoon as he was walking home from school, David tripped on an uneven sidewalk, catapulting his shoes and socks down a small ditch. Alarmed, he clambered towards the ditch to retrieve them but in his rush, tripped over a small pair of delicate, ruby flip flops. Incredibly, his feet slipped perfectly into them. David attempted to pull free, but his feet refused to budge. A sudden pain in his feet made him wince as he felt his toes crack and shift, abruptly fitting themselves perfectly into the flip flops. His body underwent a shocking transformation as he watched his lithe boy frame mature and feminize, surprisingly losing a few inches in height becoming even tinier. His ruffled clothes transformed into a feminine dress sculpting to his new shape. His bare fingers and toes were now adorned with a manicure and pedicure. A gold ring appeared on his ring finger, a pair of sunglasses on his head and a high-end purse was suddenly slung over his shoulder. Unexpected tattoos adorned his once clear skin and a pair of earrings hung from his now delicate ears. His hair lengthened and lightened into an impressive waterfall of gold. In mere moments, David had transformed to become a woman, a woman named Daisy who was in her late twenties, barely taller than 4 feet, and incidentally from the very state of Texas herself. The sudden realization of his transformation made Daisy scared. Yet, in a sweeping moment, all his memories of being David were lost. She blinked, and when she opened her eyes, she remembered nothing but being Daisy. "Oh, gross," she muttered to herself. "These old shoes look like someone left them in the 1900s. I probably just ruined my manicure now." With a pout of dissatisfaction, Daisy tossed them away disgustedly then began her slow climb back up. When she finally made it back to the sidewalk, she frowned, her gaze drifting down to her petite frame. "How in the world did I manage to lose these flip flops?" she scolded herself, looking at her tiny feet fitted into the flip flops. "And what on earth was I thinking choosing not to get those growth hormones when I was young?" With every clip-clop her flip flops made, Daisy became a bit more teary-eyed, a bit more sentimental. "Thank goodness," she whispered, tears welled up in her eyes, "for a husband who loves me as I am." She proceeded to make her way back home but continued to frown. "I feel even tinier today than usual," she muttered, her self-doubt creeping in. "I should walk around with some form of protection from creeps." Suddenly annoyed, Daisy crossed her arms and stomped her feet, a move which made her cringe instantly, "I look like a tiny girl throwing a tantrum and not like the grown woman I am." And with that statement, Daisy firmly set off towards home, every step a testament to her newfound resolve to thrive, despite the unexplainable circumstances of her fate.
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