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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 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 rainbows and other stuff 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 flip flops 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 mom and aunt, height, weight, birthday, birth year being older than his mom and aunt, 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 didn't wipe 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 and have it be in quoted text having no memory of being a 6 year old boy.
Once upon a time in 2021, there was a 6 year old boy named Liam. Precisely, Liam was born on 13 February, 2015 amidst a snowy winter in the state of Wisconsin. Liam was a bright and curious young boy of average height and weight for his age, standing at 3 feet and 11 inches tall while weighing about 45 pounds. Precisely, he had the warmest copperish-red hair, worn usually in a carefree style, with soft curls tumbling over his forehead. His eyes resembled the color of hazelnuts, equally as warm and filled with innocence. Adriana, Liam's mother, was indeed young, only 24 years old. Having been born on July 14, 1996, she was a beautiful woman standing about 5 feet 4 inches tall and weighing 120 pounds. Adriana sported thick brown hair shaped to a stylish bob, and a pair of lively green eyes which illuminated her face beautifully. As for Liam's father, Henry, he was currently absent from his son's life. At the age of 26, Henry, born on 7th August, 1994, was a tall young man who stood at approximately 6 feet, with a weight of around 180 pounds. He boasted gracile waves of black hair and intense blue eyes that seemed to hold secrets. Liam's young, lively aunt was Adele, Adriana's sister who was 21 years of age. Born on November 9th, 1999, she was a petite woman of about 5 feet 2 inches and was slightly heavy for her height, weighing about 140 pounds. Her hair, dyed a vibrant shade of purple to match her indie spirit, was styled in a short edgy cut, combining harmoniously with her pacific blue eyes. And last but not least among the kin was Liam’s uncle, Albert. Albert, aged 23, was usually not often seen as he was always engrossed in his own world of pursuits. Standing at about 5 foot 7 inches and weighing 160 pounds, Albert had the sandy colored hair of his mother chopped short, and hazel-colored eyes. He was born on April 12, 1998. Liam’s grandma, referred to affectionately as Granny Rose, was born on 14th February, 1975. At 46, Rose stood 5 foot 5 inches tall and weighed approximately 155 pounds. Rose wore her snowy white hair in a classic bun, accentuating her vivid blue eyes. One day, Liam was walking home, alone for the first time. His journey took him through the local woods, known among the locals to be sketchy. Filled with excitement as well as a little fear, he trudged on. As he ventured further, his shoes and socks started to feel odd and uncomfortable. Stopping to investigate, Liam found no visible cause but decided to take them off to provide his feet some relief. In the dimly lit forest, Liam’s eyes then landed on a rolling bag partially concealed by the underbrush. Filled with curiosity, he crept to the bag and carefully looked inside, revealing an array of seemingly random items. Among the heaps, he found a torn pair of jeans, a ragged teddy bear, multicolored yarn balls, a rusty half-moon pendant, several sewing needles, tin cans, an old diary, a cheap plastic hairbrush filled with strands of grey hair, and even a crumbled local newspaper from years ago. Next to the rolling bag, he spotted a tattered purse. Opening the purse, an onslaught of vile odors hit him. It was filled with nonsensical items like old lipstick tubes, endless used tissues, pieces of aluminum foil, a candle, a lighter, a tarnished spoon, and several other unidentifiable items. Suddenly, Liam grew uneasy. Stammering, he thought, “I-It’sh getting sscarwy out hewe. I-I wanna go home.” The young boy’s heart was pounding in his chest as he decided to hasten his pace, eyes scanning the surroundings while his heart raced. Unfortunately, in his nervous haste, he didn’t see what lay ahead. He tripped over an old pair of patched women’s shoes lying discarded on the forest floor. As he lost his balance, he found himself accidentally slid into them. The shoes were rubbish, with the once shiny black surface scratched mercilessly and grayish mud staining the soles. Shocked, he reached down to pull them off only to discover that his clothing had disappeared as if vaporized. His heart pounded as he saw the skin of his feet began to wrinkle and age rapidly, cracking while his toes bowed unnaturally, sprained and bruised. In panic and surprise, he squawked, “I’m gonna miss mommy and gwanny so much. I didn’t do anything w-wrong. Just wanted to go home. I don’t wanna be an icky girl.” But his pleas dwindled in the crisp forest air. In desperate distress, he started to recite the song his mom taught him when he was scared. "Ishi wishi spider, climbed up the water shpout…" With excruciating pain coursing through him, his little body started to metamorphose. His comfortable shoes and soft cotton socks were nowhere to be seen. His body matured at an alarming pace, sprouting cuts and bruises, his skin tainted with signs of neglect and exposure to the elements. His clothing changed no less dramatically, molting into a ripped dress, its fabric worn thin and stained in places, rough against his altered body. His memories began to dissolve and reform, shaping into a mental narrative of a life foreign to him as his voice deepened and rough. Liam, or the person Liam had become, continued croaking the children's song as the transformation reached its climax. However, Liam's childlike lullabye morphed into something nonsensical, a sing-song monologue of a color-clad world. "Ishi been seeing rainbowsh. Always after the rain, swirly and vibrant. So beautiful, like the colors splashed on a never-ending canvas." This strange woman spotted her black flip flops with pink flowers right next to her rolling bag. Greeted by a toothy grin, she decimated the distance between her and discarded items. Her bony hand reached down picking up the flop and another, tattered purse. The individual that was once Liam was now Mary Bathsheba MacDonald, born on April 2nd, 1975. A homeless, schizophrenic woman of 46 years, she stood 5 feet 4 inches tall and weighed just 98 pounds. Her unkempt, curly hair hung in thick, unruly strands, a mismatched crown of grays and faded browns above her emerald green eyes. Mary had been homeless for seven years. Her loosely tied soil-stained dress threw a stark contrast against her complexion, worn down by the elements. Suddenly, Mary felt an urgent need to relieve herself, propelling her towards a nearby tree. Resigned, she shrugged her purse off her shoulder and discarded it on the forest floor before hastily relieving herself. With a blatant disregard for cleanliness, she made her way back to her belongings, not bothering to wipe or wash up. She resumed her wandering after picking up her worn-out green purse, draping it over her shoulder. She bent down and slowly slid her cracked feet into her flip flops. She returned to her rolling bag, her matted hair sweeping over her face as she delved into the depths of her belongings. "Th-they're always after me," she muttered, holding onto a dirty can as if it held all world's secrets, "but, they can't catch sha rainbows. Yes, shafe in the colors." As she slipped an old piece of apple into her mouth, she continued her constrained journey through the shady woods, oblivious to the previous existence of a 6-year-old named Liam.
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