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Question: The year is 2021. Write me a long and detailed story the way I type about a random 14 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 aunt's name, age mentioned, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. Have him be at home getting ready for Halloween and include a description of the costume he's wearing. Have him say how excited he is for Halloween and how he can't wait to get some candy and have it be in quoted text spelled wrong cause of a lisp. Have his costume almost be complete but be missing one piece with the piece of the costume described. Have a random female family member say that they've hidden it from him as a joke and that he has to find it and have it be in quoted text. Include the family member's name, her age, birthday, birth year, height, weight, if she lives in the house or not, eye color, hair color and style. Have him look around the house for his missing costume piece eventually finding it with a description of what room it ended up being in and where. Have him take off his shoes and socks wanting to carefully approach his costume piece as he walked closer not looking at the ground. Have him trip over something falling on the ground. Have him look down to see a pair of wedge sandals that he had somehow accidentally slipped his feet into. Include a description of the wedge sandals. Have him try to remove the heels being unable to when his feet suddenly started cracking and aging. Have his feet slowly grow and become female as a skimpy nail polish formed on his toes with the nail polish described in color and name and appearance. Have his clothing change scaring him more. Include a very detailed description of his legs and arms and hands and body becoming female as he bent down taking one wedge sandals off halting the changes momentarily proving the sandals were the cause. Have him go to loosen the other wedge when his face slowly started changing and maturing with a step by step on his eyes, eyebrows, eyelashes, nose, ears, lips, teeth, tongue, voice, hair, height, etc changing into a female. Have him look in the mirror in shock at who he was. Reveal the female who he turned into being another family member including her name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style, whether she was staying or not at the house, eye color. Have a Halloween costume form on him along with makeup and lipstick and other accessories for the costume as his memories started shifting until he was exactly like the woman he turned into. Have the woman look around confused as she noticed she was missing one of her wedge sandals saying her Halloween is ruined jumping up and down. Have her say and do lots of dumb stuff due to being stupid and naive and keep the story going.
In the middle of a cozy Californian suburbia, a house thrummed with anticipation for the spooky season. It was the 30th of October, 2021, and nestled inside that house was an energetic lad named Dexter. He was a 14-year-old, born in this very town on the second day of December, 2006. Dexter had an endearing face, adorned with a torrent of chestnut hair that was brushed into a spiky, yet controlled mess, and striking sapphire blue eyes. Standing at 5’3” and weighting 110 pounds, he held an average build. His mother, Carolyn, was a youthful woman of 32, born on April 16, 1989. A petite figure of 5’5” and weighing 120 pounds, her crowning glory was her golden blond hair, curled into bouncy waves, contrasting well with her emerald eyes. Raising Dexter hadn’t been easy, but she wouldn’t trade the world for it. They lived in the house together, along with her younger sister, Becky. Becky was 30, born on June 1, 1991. A vivacious woman, she stood at 5’7” and weighed 125 pounds. Her hair was a vibrant shade of red, cut short and styled into a trendy bob, perfectly complementing her hazel eyes. Dexter was gearing up for Halloween, his costume was almost finished, except for one missing item. In his comically distorted speech, he wore a grin, "I jusht can'thhh wait for the candy." Carolyn, chuckling, responded, "Don't forget, Dexy. You still have to find your wand. I hid it somewhere." Nestled amongst them was their youngish cousin, Tracy. A 20-year-old resident of the house, born on January 5, 2001, she was a tall beauty with a height of 5’8” and a weight of 130 pounds. Her sleek, brunette hair fell down her back and her icy blue eyes held a mischievous sparkle. Determined, Dexter began his search. After a relentless scouring of the whole house, his eureka moment arrived when he spotted his wand peeking out of a pile in Tracy's room. Attempting to stealthily retrieve his wand without disturbing her stuff, Dexter unfortunately neglected to note the pair of bronze wedge sandals that lay in his path. Consequently, he tripped and somehow managed to step into these fashionable shoes. They were a glossy bronze color, adorned with intricate rhinestones. Confusion was quickly replaced by fear as his feet started to change. The sandals felt glued, and his feet in them began to look feminine. A sense of panic set in as his limbs transformed subtly, his legs smoothing into a softer, more shapely form. His arms lost their considerable heft, his hands and fingers becoming slender. He hunched over and managed to get one sandal off, but the transformation did not abate. Alongside, his clothing morphed. He wore a flowing lavender dress, and his face changed. His jaw softened, lips filled out, and his nose became more refined. His ears donned studs and his hair lengthened into chocolate waves. His height changed, he was now 5’8” tall, his frame was decidedly feminine, and his voice...his voice flowed smoothly like a melodious brook. Alarmed, he glanced at his reflection in the full-length mirror that sat against the wall. A sense of disbelief washed over him as he realized he was looking at Tracy. He was Tracy. A rush of memories threatened to knock him over, his life as Dexter and his memories as Tracy merged. He was now thinking like Tracy, with the same naivety as her. His sapphire eyes were now icy blue, his weight now 130 pounds, and he realized he was in the house to stay for a long while. All of a sudden, a Halloween costume clung to his body, a gorgeous witch outfit, well-flattering and adorned with a medley of makeup and all the necessary accessories - except for one of the bronze wedges. He exclaimed in panic, "My Halloween is ruined! How can I go out with just one sandal!" Her naivety had led her into a spiral of confusion and absurd acts. She looked around the room in a huff, ostentatiously throwing objects as she did so, blaming it on non-existent spirits. Her now forgotten wand sat in the corner as she stomped about, causing the room to erupt with laughter. As the laughter died down and they began to wind down for the Halloween party, everyone had nearly forgotten about Dexter and his quest to retrieve his wand. The Halloween excitement was going to take a different turn...for the funny side with Tracy leading the pack, throwing out ideas for Halloween pranks. However, a sense of mystery still hung in the air - would Dexter ever be back?
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