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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 massive pair of platform sandals slipping his feet into them accidentally. Have the boy try to remove the giant shoes but be unable to freaking out. Have him freak out screaming for his mommy and have it be in quoted text and have it be like a little kid saying it. Have his feet slowly crack and age growing massively until they fit in the platform sandals complete with a pedicure. Have him slowly grow to a height over 7 ft tall as his arms and legs and body feminize as he gains a pair of boobs. Have a custom made black dress with no legs form on his new body as lipstick and makeup formed on his face. Have earrings form in his ears and a purse form on his shoulder. Have the boy freak out screaming for his mommy again but have his voice turn deeper and female and have a Russian accent halfway through the sentence and have it be in quoted text and have it be slightly broken English halfway through the sentence. Have the boy lose his memories completely until he only remembers being the woman. Reveal the woman's name, age, height and why her platform sandals were in the ditch as he picks up the shoes and socks. Have the woman say how tiny the shoes and socks are and how one shoe could probably fit on one of her toes and have it be in quoted text and broken English and have the woman laugh before tossing the shoes and socks in the grass. Have the woman turn around looking over the ditch while being in it and have her take one step out of the ditch back onto the sidewalk. Have the woman smile as she thinks about how happy she is to be single. Have the woman mention how she would prefer taller men anyway which is probably impossible with her height and have it be in quoted text and broken English. Have the woman look down at her platform sandals with a smile before stomping more aggressively as she walked down road and have her be laughing really loud as she does so.
In the sunny town of Sparks, Nevada, a little boy named Timmy lived. Timmy was a small lad for his age - just 3 feet 5 inches tall, with blonde hair that mirrored the Nevada sun, and eyes as bright and blue as the clear desert sky. His attire was always simple - an ordinary school uniform, a backpack that appeared slightly larger on his petite frame, and a pair of white shoes, always speckled with dust from his journey home. One afternoon, as Timmy ambled home from school, he tripped on an unexpected bump in the road. His shoes and socks fell off his feet, tumbling down a shallow ditch on the side of the road. Timmy winced, rushing after them without a second thought. His tiny feet slipped into an unusually large pair of platform sandals that were amiss in the ditch. Frantically, he tried to pull his feet out, but to his dismay, his feet wouldn't budge. Panic crept onto his face as he cried out, "Mamma! Mamma! I can't get 'em off!" A strange sensation overtook him. He could feel his feet starting to tingle, then crack, and age, growing until they fit into the platform sandals perfectly. His trim boyish figure started to change and grew taller, more mature, and feminine. His simple school uniform dissolved into a custom-made black dress that fit his newly grown body immaculately. His voice grew deeper, echoing with a Russian accent that was unknown to him. "Mamma! I can...I...don't understand...why can't I..." Timmy's memories started fading, replaced with the life of another. The life of a woman named Natasha. A woman who was a dazzling 7 feet 2 inches tall, a model who loved to wear her platform sandals for every occasion, which had slipped off during a runway show and fell into the abovementioned ditch. Astounded at the change, she looked at Timmy's abandoned shoes and socks and mused, "Such tiny shoes, da? Could easily put one on my little toe!" Laughing, she tossed the shoes aside. Natasha stepped up out of the ditch, back onto the sidewalk, her mind stirring with the memories of her vivacious life. She smiled, basking in the joys of being independent. "Tall men would be a preference, but is there any man taller than me? Ha!" With a grin on her face, she stared down at her misplaced platform sandals, extending each long leg out before her with theatrical emphasis, the sound of her laughter echoing down the quiet suburban streets.
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