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Question: 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, height, weight, birthday, birth year, what state he's from, hair color and style and eye color. His young mom's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. His young dad whose no longer in his life's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. His young aunt's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. His young uncle whose busy doing other stuff's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. His grandma's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. Have him be walking to a barber shop alone for the first as he entered the salon. Have the woman working be a Korean woman with a Korean style pixie cut, a blazer, a blouse and platform sandals with her nails painted and a wedding ring on her finger and jewelry all over her body with a description of the jewelry. Reveal the Korean woman's name, age, height being shorter than his grandma, weight, birthday, birth year the same year as his grandma, hair color and eye color. Have the Korean woman walk out of the room to get something for the boy's hair cut and have her say to the boy to wait for her to come back and have it be in quoted text and very broken English and halted with misspellings. Have the boy slip his own shoes and socks while he waited as he felt the cold floor beneath his feet as he walked around the barber. Have the boy suddenly need to use the bathroom innocently yelling out he had to potty and have it be in quoted text. Have the boy decide to go down a hallway thinking it led to the bathroom as he walked with his head up not looking at the ground. Have the boy trip over something losing his balance before looking down realizing he accidentally tripped over the Korean woman's platform sandals and managed to slip them on by accident. Have the boy go to remove them when his clothing evaporated and disappeared scaring him. Have the boy try to remove the platform sandals when his feet started cracking and aging into female feet with red nail polish matching the Korean woman's. Have the boy frantically pull the platform sandals trying to remove them to stop the changes as they crept up his legs and he started aging more. Have the boy say he's gonna miss mommy and grandma so much and he didn't do anything wrong and just had to potty and have it be in quoted text. Have him somehow realize in his heart he's the same age as his grandma and much older than his mom and aunt causing him to cry. Have the boy be scared as he worriedly started singing a song his mom always taught him to sing when he was scared. Have his whole body morph and mature into the woman's as an identical outfit formed on him and wedding ring as he looked exactly like the woman minus the jewelry and wedding ring. Have the boy's memories start altering as his voice and accent changed into a Korean one. Have the boy continue singing the song to calm himself down as his memories altered completely causing his innocent song to turn into a traditional female Korean song midway through and have it be in quoted text with the English song lyrics changing into the traditional Korean song and translated and also written in English too. Please have the boy be singing one song and have it be in quoted text as it morphs into a Korean song having the quoted text morph midway through but also having the Korean song also be translated. Have the woman smile as she finished singing before looking down at her outfit and her platform sandals before spotting her jewelry and wedding ring strutting over to where her jewelry and wedding ring was adding it all to her outfit being specific about what she was adding and where she was adding it. Have her then adjust her outfit and her platform sandals in a feminine way doing womanly things as she walked around her salon with detailed descriptions on how she adjusted her outfit and adjusted her platform sandals and the things she did to upkeep her salon. Have the woman look around her barber shop wondering where the kid she was waiting on went before shrugging and grabbing her broom to tidy it up having no memory of who she used to be saying out loud that she wondered where the nice young man went and have it be in quoted text in very broken English with words spelled wrong and halted English. Have her look down at her platform sandals and smile before walking over to one of her mirrors and smiling before chuckling at herself. Have her say how short she is and how the platform sandals don't make her much taller and have it be in quoted text and very broken English not knowing what platform sandals are called calling them something else and not knowing the word little boy or young man saying something else looking at her wedding ring and mentioning her husband and other family members mentioning how old she is. Have her mention how tough American and English language is compared to Korean and have it be in quoted text not knowing the words American and English saying something else to describe their language.
In the heart of the breezy state of California lived a vivacious 6-year-old boy named Aiden. Aiden was born on February 2, 2015, to a young mother named Chloe. He carried a bit of a potential athlete's build for his age, standing at 3 feet 4 inches tall and weighed about 46 pounds. His hair, a similar shade to that of fresh caramel, was always kept short but slightly shaggy, framing his round face and complementing his bright hazel eyes. Chloe, a slim young woman of 5 feet 5 inches tall, weighed around 130 pounds, and was born on the dawn of the millennium – January 1, 2000. She possessed soft strawberry-blonde hair which she styled wavy, reaching just past her shoulders. Her captivating green eyes were her son's favorite feature. Aiden's father, Jesse, was an elusive figure missed by Aiden. Born in the same year as Chloe, Jesse was a tall and broad man, 6 feet 2 inches high and a solid 185 pounds. His once messy brown hair and stormy grey eyes were only remembered through photos. Aiden’s supportive aunt, Emily, was only two years older than his mom. She was short and petite, about 5 feet 2 inches tall and 110 pounds, born on November 3, 2002. Her glossy black hair was often tied in a high ponytail, highlighting her azure blue eyes. Just a few years older, existed Aiden's uncle, Lucas, always too busy to attend family gatherings. Trailing at 5 feet 10 inches, Lucas weighed 170 pounds and was born on the warm summer day of June 5, 1998. His hair was a darker shade of blonde which he sported short and straight, matching his mom’s peridot green eyes. Finally, Aiden's beloved grandma, Elizabeth, was a mature and radiant woman of 60. She was of average build, 5 feet 5 inches tall, weighed around 150 pounds, and was born on April 12, 1961. Her hair was a desirable snowy white and carried an elegant bounce. Her peering. Endearing blue eyes often held Aiden's gazing. Aiden, the anxious independent soul, set foot for the first time alone towards a local barber shop. Inside, a vibrant Korean woman named Sun-Hee was taking the lead. Sun-Hee was a petite figure, 4 feet 11 inches tall, weighing about 95 pounds, which even Aiden recognized was shorter than his grandma. Born on April 12, 1961, the same day as Elizabeth's, she had short raven-black hair styled into a Korean pixie cut, and her eyes were an exotic deep brown. Her attire comprised a stylish blazer, a chic blouse, and distinctive platform sandals. Americans would go as far as to describe her outfit as sophisticatedly Korean. Sun-Hee had a adorned body, with jewels glistening from her ears, neck, wrists, and a wedding ring shining on her finger. “Little boy, wait here. Me go get something. Come back soon okay?” her English was halted and broken, but managed to echo around the room as she disappeared into the hallway. Aiden heeded her words, slipping off his own shoes and socks, feeling the cold solid floor beneath his bare feet. He shifted about uncomfortably and felt a sudden urge building, “I gotta potty!” He called out, but no one was there to hear. As Aiden ventured down a hallway to find a bathroom, he did not notice the obstacle that lay ahead. His short legs met with Sun-Hee's platform sandals causing him to stumble and land with a thud. His eyes on the shoes he'd stumbled over, he tried them on out of curious instinct. Suddenly, his heart raced. His clothes vaporized, leaving him bare and scared. As he wriggled to take off the shoes, his feet began to age. His miniature toes now bore red nail polish matching Sun-Hee's. Aging crept along his 6-year-old boyish legs, rapidly maturing them into feminine ones. “I… I… I’ll miss Mommy and Grandma so much,” Aiden choked on his tears, “I didn’t do anyth-anything wrong! I just… needed to potty!” A pang of longing and fear stirred within him as he realized he was now the same age as his grandma, older than his mom and his aunt even. In his rising fear, he began singing a song his mother taught him, “The itsy-bitsy spider climbed up the water spout…” As his body continued to reshape, his youthful voice was replaced by Sun-Hee’s matured one. The foreign voice continued the song morphed into a wholly different tune, “비둘기는 하늘로 날아가서…” His memories started flickering, hinted with moments he didn't remember living. A woman’s reflection stared back at him from the mirror. Sun-Hee stood facing her reflection, a ring adorning the same finger as her own. Her body, her outfit was all hers, apart from the heavy jewelry she used to wear. Sun-Hee looked around her tidy barber shop, wondering where the little boy had gone. “Where nice young man go?” she mumbled in broken English as she continued cleaning, before adjusting her blouse, her blazer, and her platform sandals, lifting the back strap to make them fit better. Her eyes wandered back to the hallway, to the spot where she found her sandals neatly placed. She chuckled to herself, straightening her blazer and adjusting her sandals again. Then, she pinned her name-tag on her blouse, grabbed her broomstick, and started sweeping the barbershop. “Me short, but big shoe not make me tall,” she mused, examining her platform sandals. Her gaze fell on her wedding ring, her thoughts drifting to her husband and two sons. “Me old now, but happy with hubby, kids," she said as she looked at herself in the mirror. For a moment, it felt strange. Her reflection giggled, interrupting her thoughts. Her lips curled up into a smile, she said, “Why American talk hard? Korean better,” shrugging her shoulders. With a content sigh, she leaned on her broom and resumed her sweeping, humming the traditional Korean song that she used to sing in her youth.
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