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Question: The year is 2021. Write me a long and thorough and detailed story the way I have typed 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 being after June, birth year mentioned, hair color and style and eye color. Have him be walking home alone as night approached when he saw his Spanish friend's house. Include his male friend's name, age, height and weight and how long they've been friends. Have him be holding something in his hand when a dog ran out of the house jumping up at him and stealing the precious item. Reveal what the item was as the dog ran back into his friend's house. Have his friend's older sister and her friends be stepping outside for a total of 3 woman. Reveal his older sister's name, age, birthday, birth year being older than his mom and dad and uncle and aunt, height, weight, hair color and hairstyle and eye color and what she was wearing be skimpy with thigh high sandals and a skimpy purse with womanly contents in it with a description of what they were and her nails are painted and she has tons of makeup and lipstick on also covered in skimpy jewelry in skimpy places with descriptions of the jewelry. Have the boy beg the girls to let him in to get his thing back from their dog and have it be in quoted text spelled wrong cause of a lisp. Have his friend's older sister say no and to get lost and get a new one since you lost it you don't care about it anyway and have it be in quoted text and slightly accented English with letters missing from words slamming the door in his face. Have the boy look around finding another open door sneaking in realizing his friend and his friend's parents weren't home revealing where they went. Have him looking frantically through the surprisingly empty seeming house finding a room where he spotted his item revealing what the item is. Have him take off his shoes and socks to be more quiet walking as he walked closer to his item not looking at the ground when he suddenly tripped over something. Have him look down to realize it was some pair of skimpy sandals with a description of the sandals and what kind they were. Have him remove them confused as to how they slipped on his feet when his clothing disappeared and evaporated. Have his feet crack and shift aging into Spanish female feet with his nails done. Have him start crying as he said he didn't do anything wrong and the dog stole his item and he just wanted it back and didn't wanna be a girl and have it be in quoted text with him crying and a lisp. Have him start singing a song his mom taught him to sing to calm down. Have a strange mature but skimpy outfit form on him as he looked in the mirror realizing he was turning into one of his friend's older family members who was too old to go clubbing but still liked going as his memories started maturing and feminizing as he also started getting an attitude. Have his lyrics of the American lullaby morph into a song by Shakira midway through and have it be in quoted text in Spanish. Reveal who the woman is and her name, age being in her 40s, birthday, birth year being older than his friend's older sister, who she is to his friend, height, weight, hair color, hairstyle and eye color. Have the woman look relaxed as she looked down realizing she was missing some stuff. Have her walk over to her own jewelry putting on each item with a step by step process of her putting on the jewelry and more makeup and lipstick and doing her hair. Have her take her first foot putting on the first sandal with a step by step process of how she puts the sandal on her foot adding extra care and emphasis on how she wore the sandals doing the same with her second foot. Have her adjust and pull on the sandals making sure they fit snug and stayed tight on her feet walking in a certain feminine way with a detailed description on everything she was doing. Have her touch up on her outfit adjusting her hair as she looked in the mirror pouting and smiling. Have her strut to the mirror blowing kisses at herself and posing and pouting before saying how she can still rock the club even at her age and men love older women and have it be in quoted text mentioning her age in very broken English. Have reality change to where she was getting ready for the club and was simply trying to find her sandals which she had just found. Have her grab her purse pulling out a mature clubbing item from it and doing something with the item. Have her say how she can't wait to go clubbing tonight and getting drunk and how her _____ can't keep up with her even at her age and have it be in quoted text and very very very broken English having no memory of being a 6 year old boy.
Once upon a time, there was a little boy named James. Living in the year of 2021, James was only six years old. He hailed from the sunny state, California, and with his birth date on the 3rd of March 2015, he was an adventurous little Pisces kid. His weight on the scale read a healthy 50 pounds, and with a height of 3 feet and 9 inches tall, he fit right in with his buddies. His mesmerising blue eyes sparkled with mischief beneath a head full of dark, shaggy brown hair. James was the precious one of a young mom named Lisa who was born in 1998, on August 13. She was an early-20s-something woman, standing at a height of 5'6" with a weight of 130 pounds. She had bright hazelnut eyes that James inherited and long, curly blonde hair that contrasted beautifully with those eyes. His father, Matthew, was no longer in his life, but James faintly remembered him having the same brown hair and being tall and thin. Matthew once celebrated his birthday on June 22nd, born in 1996; his sky-blue eyes inherited by his son were once filled with love. James could also look towards his Aunt Amy for guidance. She was younger than his mother, born in 2001 on March 1. Amy was similar in weight to Lisa, at a healthy 125 pounds, and stood at a height of 5'5". She had dazzling green eyes and rocked short black hair with style. James also had an Uncle, Samuel. Sam was usually busy in his own world, having been born in the same year as Lisa on April 8, yet he loved his nephew. His 6'2" height, 180 pounds weight, and his rust-colored hair and brown eyes made him quite a familiar sight in the neighborhood. The warmth in James' life was perfected through his Grandma Margaret, an August baby who turned 56 years old in 2021. Her birth year, being 1965, and James loved her snowish hair styled in a bob cut. Her brown eyes sparkled with wisdom of her years, and her height and weight being a comfortable 5'4" and 160 pounds. One bustling evening, as the twilight cast melancholy shadows, James struggled to hide his disappointment. He had just left his Spanish friend Pedro's house where he had spent countless play-dates with him over their one-year friendship. Suddenly, a swift, energetic, wagging creature dashed out from Pedro’s house: the family dog! It cheerfully grabbed something from James' hand. His precious candy apple, a treasured treat he had saved from the local fair, was taken hostage! Suddenly, the front door opened to reveal Pedro's older sister, Maria, and her two friends. Maria was a stunning woman in her late 20s, having been born in 1991, September 5. She stood tall at 5'8", weighed 145 pounds, and sported long, jet-black hair styled into a sleek low bun, chestnut eyes shimmering with maturity. Dressed in a red skimpy outfit, accompanied by thigh-high leather sandals, she oozed confidence. Maria’s purse was draped over her shoulder, displaying a wealth of womanly contents, from cosmetics to an elaborate collection of jewelry. With a final touch to her expertly painted lipstick, her nails shimmered a perfect red to match her attire. "Hey! My cawndy apple,” cried James pointing towards the dog with a lisp. “Can I have my cawndy apple back, pwease?" "That's yours?" Maria questioned, a light Spanish accent dripping from her words. "Well, looks like you've lost it. You didn't care about it, anyway! So, adiós, niño!" With that, she slammed the door, leaving James out in the cold. Undeterred, James resorted to plan B as he spotted an unlatched back door. He tiptoed into the house, aware that Pedro and his parents were not home at a school event. His eyes were immediately attracted to his desired prize, his beloved candy apple, sitting unattended on the living room table. To minimize the noise, James carefully removed his shoes and socks, slowly advancing on his ill-fated treat. Suddenly, tripping over something unexpected, he realized a pair of Maria's sandals had magically slipped onto his tiny feet. As they fit nice and snug, his clothing seemed to evaporate into thin air. Looking down, he saw a pair of mature, perfectly pedicured, Spanish womanly feet that once only housed a pair of scraped and bruised six-year-olds toes. Not wishing to be a girl, James burst into tears, stuttering with a lisp, "I didn't do anything wrong! The dog stole my candy! I don't wanna be a girl!” To distract himself, he started singing a calming lullaby his mom taught him. But his song soon morphed into modern Spanish lyrics, a popular Shakira number. Confused and frightened, he dared to glance up to the mirror on the wall. With a gasp, James found himself looking at a woman in her 40s named Maria Teresa, Pedro's aunt, born on May 23, 1978. As a woman of 5'6" in height and 140 pounds' weight, she had wavy chestnut locks and bright hazelnut eyes. Maria Teresa was a club enthusiast who still loved to party. Examining herself, she noticed the absence of her signature accessories. She walked over to her jewelry box, putting on each earring, necklace, and ring with a sensual meticulousness that comes from years of cherishing these possessions. She then carefully slipped on her favorite sandals. Placing her delicate feet inside the first one, she adjusted the sparkly straps around her ankles. Slipping on the second pair, she pulled on the buckle, securing the sandal on her foot while making sure they were snug and perfect. Perfecting her hair, she primped in front of the mirror, along with her flirty summer dress. Strutting towards the mirror, Maria Teresa admiring her reflection and admiring how good she looked. "I've still got it," Maria Teresa said in English thickly veined with her Spanish accent. "Even at 43, I can rock the club. Older women are loved." With that, this inexplicable reality changed. Maria Teresa was not a little six-year-old boy called James who was in search of a stolen candy apple. She was simply getting ready for a night out on the town, just found her sandals, and reaching into her purse, she pulled out her favorite perfume, spraying herself tastefully. "Can't wait to party tonight," Maria Teresa, completely forgetting her past life as James, chirped, applying a fresh coat of lipstick. "Even Pedro's dad can't keep up with me." She laughed, each word rolling in her thick Spanish accent, stepping out into the vibrant nightlife, ready to own the world.
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