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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 home alone for the first time. Have him be walking through some sketchy woods. Have his shoes and socks start hurting for some reason as he decided to take them off. Have the boy spot a rolling bag walking up to it going through it curiously with the items being random weird homeless woman items and some clothing with specific items listed. Have the boy spot a bag or purse of some kind with a description of what's inside being random homeless woman trash that made no sense and some feminine items and nasty things with descriptions of everything including foil and a lighter and a spoon. Have the boy suddenly get uncomfortable saying it's getting scary out here i wanna go home and have it be in quoted text with words spelled different cause of a lisp. Have the boy decide to walk faster out of fear but keeping his head up and not looking at the ground. Have the boy trip over something losing his balance before looking down realizing he accidentally tripped over a disgusting pair of women's feminine open toed shoes and managed to slip them on by accident with a description of the nasty shoes included with what they looked like. Have the boy go to remove them when his clothing evaporated and disappeared scaring him. Have the boy try to remove the shoes when his feet started cracking and aging into female feet with toes bent and sprained and bruised. Have the boy frantically pull the shoes 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 wanted to go home and he doesn't wanna be an icky girl and have it be in quoted text with words spelled wrong cause of a lisp. Have the boy be scared as he worriedly started singing a song his mom always taught him to sing when he was scared and have it be in quoted text. Have his own shoes and socks disappear completely worrying him. Have his whole body morph and mature into the woman's with cuts and sprains and bruises and stains as a matted and skimpy and torn outfit formed on him as he looked exactly like the woman minus her rolling bag and purse and shoes with a description of the matted and skimpy torn outfit included. Have the boy's memories start altering as his voice became raspy and toothless. 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 having the quoted text morph midway through becoming her saying random things to no one in particular about foil candy as she called it and how she loved her foil candy and who was going through her things and have it be in quoted text as she started wandering aimlessly in the dark woods staying near her stuff. Have the woman smile as she finished talking about nothing spotting her feminine shoes and rolling bag and purse. She then walked over to where her purse was picking it up with a step by step process on what she was doing with her movements with the purse being nonsense as she eventually put it on her shoulder. Have her then pick up her skimpy shoes sitting down. Have her bend down shoving each shoe in it's rightful spot onto her feet with a step by step process on what she was doing. Have her then grab her rolling bag grabbing random things out of it and talking to those things and have it be in quoted text mentioning people being after her as she put something random in her mouth. Reveal the homeless and schizophrenic woman's name, age being older than his grandma, height, weight being underweight, birthday, birth year being older than his grandma, how long she had been homeless for, what she was currently wearing, hair color and style being unkempt and gross with a description of what it looked like, eye color and what she thought she was doing. Have her have to use the bathroom throwing her purse on the ground and running to a tree and going to the bathroom getting the tree dirty. Have her cover herself back up smelling bad as she had pooped and ran back over to her purse picking it up and putting it on her shoulder as she continued walking through the forest. Have her spot something random saying something that made no sense about being lied to by her purse and have it be in quoted text having no memory of being a 6 year old boy. Have reality change to where she now was wandering aimlessly in the forest unable to find her stuff until now and a vision of a little boy flashed through her mind and she convinced herself the little boy had told her the truth about something random with the thing being mentioned having no memory of being that very same 6 year old boy.
In the vibrant suburbs of Virginia, in the year 2021, lived a petite and fiery little bundle of joy named Benjamin, fondly known as Benji. At only six years old, the lad stood at 3'5" and weighed approximately 19 kg, which fell onto the 50th percentile for his age. His birthday was on the 20th of March, 2015, mirroring the spring equinox symbolizing new beginnings, much like his entrance into the world. His chocolate brown hair was always kept short enough to see his bright blue eyes unobstructed, sprinkling a layer of charisma over his playful demeanor. His young mother, Lily, was the essence of grace and youth. As excitable as the sweet boy she'd created, Lily, at 25, stood at 5'7" and 58 kg, the kind of petite, yet sturdy stature that complemented her lively spirit. Born on June 4th, 1996, Lily was a Gemini through and through, transferring all that energy to her baby boy. Her shimmering blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders in loose waves, riveting against her enchanting green eyes that tell stories of love, joys, and hurdles. Benji's father, Jack, despite no longer being part of Benji's life, remained a hazy but expressive memory. Jack was a handsome man at 27, built sturdy at 6'1" and 78 kg, commonly associated with his robust physique born on July 12th, 1994. His deep-set brown eyes were a charade that effectively hid many emotions, being complemented by his shaggy brown hair often tied back into a ponytail out of convenience. On the paternal side, Aunt Lucy, and Uncle Fred played significant roles in the life of Benji. Lucy was a confident, chirpy 23-year-old standing 5'6" and weighing 56 kg. Her birthday on October 29th, 1998, gave her the charisma of a Scorpio, captivating everyone around her. Her jet-black hair always braided to battle Virginia humidity framed her striking grey eyes. Benji's grandmother, Grace, a hearty woman at 70, was pint-sized at 5'2", weighing a comfortable 68 kg. Born on January 8th, 1951, she was a significant pillar supporting Benji and Lily. Her silver-grey hair chopped into a neat bob and mesmerizing hazel eyes emanated wisdom and warmth. One fateful afternoon, Benji was navigating his route home for the first time, an unfamiliar path that happened to cut through some particularly shady woods. His shoes, slightly oversized, and socks began to bite into his skin. The discomfort was overwhelming, and he decided to take them off. Merely moments later, he encountered a peculiar rolling bag splayed out in his path, filled with myriad items that piqued the six-year-old's curiosity. The items sprawled within were inexplicable to the young lad - there was an old, ragged blanket, a broken makeup palette, a worn-out toothbrush, a rusty spoon, a few lighters, and some crumpled foil pieces. Benji felt a shiver of fear creep into his spine. He exclaimed with a lisp, "It's getting thcary out here. I wanna go home." Filled with fear, Benji instinctively started to hasten his footsteps, keeping his head held high. The trees whispered sinister symphonies into his ears. Just then, he tripped, lost his balance over a dirty, grimy pair of open-toed women's shoes, and stumbled into them. They were old, worn out with a grotty shade of what could have been gold once upon a time. As much as they repulsed him, they were now on his feet. In a dreadful swirl of events, Benji could feel his clothes evaporating, replaced by an ice-cold breeze. His small, chubby feet began to change. Wrinkles invaded the skin, toes bent in unnatural angles, bruises mushroomed over the surface. They were not his feet anymore. Panicked, he whimpered, "I'm gonna miss mommy and grandma tho much. I didn't do anything wrong. I wanna go home, I don't wanna be an icky girl!" But he was standing alone, deep within the woods. To collect himself, he began to sing a song taught by his mother, meant for scary times like these. "The itsy bitsy spider went...," his voice quivered, as he noticed his familiar shoes and socks had disappeared, replaced by stained, beaten skin resembling the shoes he had tripped over. His body started to change. Lacerations and scrapes appeared randomly, bruises painted his skin, and his once comfortable outfit became a matted and torn mockery. All the while, a song was meekly escaping past Benji's lips, growing softer as his voice began to morph into something raspy, something older. Being led through a nightmare of change, the once-vibrant Benjamin felt his memories trickling away like sand through fingers – a raspier voice replaced the boyish tone, and his tongue traced unfamiliar words about foil candy and someone ruthless enough to rummage through her belongings, "Who was going through my things, huh? Who?" A sudden brightness invaded the dark woods, illuminating an aged, homeless woman named Marjorie. Her frail body looked no more than 45 kg, heavily contrasting with the 5'3" of her height. Born on August 6th, 1940, she was 81, her unkempt, greying hair falling over her washed-out blue eyes that showed intriguing resilience. Despite being homeless for over 20 years, Marjorie's clothes were no less valuable to her, a skimpy dress and a stained overcoat, reminiscent of better days. She caught sight of her purse lying on the ground. With a huff, she straightened herself, stepping towards it while humming to herself. She picked it up, checked through the items, and slung it over her shoulder. Her eyes then fell on her shoes, the ones she'd presumed lost. She walked over steadily, sat, and slipped each foot into the respective shoe, filling her with warmth despite their shabby state. While executing this mundane routine, she kept mumbling softly about people being after her, stopping abruptly to place some foil candy in her mouth. Soon a strong urge overwhelmed her, making her drop the purse. Marjorie scurried to a nearby tree, relieving herself. It wasn't graceful, but it was what it was. After covering herself, she picked her purse up again and proceeded, still muttering about being lied to by her purse and seeing visions of a little boy in her dreams, trying to unravel a convoluted mystery she believed she was implicated in, when in fact she was a woman who lost her way in severe schizophrenia and couldn't find any help.
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