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Question: The year is 2021. Write me a long thoroughly detailed story the way I have typed it out about a 6 year old boy with a description of the boy's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, what state in the US 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 aunt'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 staying at his friend's house for the first time holding some money his mom gave him and his phone as well as another thing he cherished the name of the thing mentioned. Include his friend's name, race being Mexican, age, birthday, birth year, height, weight, hair color and style and eye color. Include his friend's mom's name, age being in her late 50s, birthday, birth year, height being shorter than his mom and aunt, weight being over 250 pounds, hair color and style and eye color and have her be wearing a traditional long red and yellow Mexican dress and sandals with her nails painted red and jewelry all over her body including a wedding ring and makeup and lipstick. Have her spot the phone and the money and the other item swiping them from the boy with no hesitation. Have the boy beg her to give them back and have it be in quoted text spelled wrong cause of a lisp. Have the woman tell him no and that she was confiscating them while he was over and have it be in quoted text and a very thick Spanish accent with emphasis on certain words spelled wrong still speaking English. Have her tell her son that she's going out to run an errand and have it be in quoted text mentioning in very accented English the errand she was running. Have the boy's friend tell him that he can try to get his stuff back now that his mom's gone causing the boy to run through the house searching for his stuff. Have the boy remove his own shoes and socks for some reason as he ran upstairs. Have him stumble upon his friend's mom's room spotting his money and phone and his item as he slowly walked towards his items not looking at the ground. Have him trip over something causing him to temporarily lose balance looking down at his feet. Have him realize his feet had somehow accidentally slipped into the same flip flops his friend's mom was wearing earlier as he went to take them off. Have him realize his feet weren't coming out as he felt his feet begin to crack and age growing to fit the flip flops changing color and his toenails gaining a red polish with detailed descriptions of everything happening. Have the boy frantically pull at the flip flops feeling no progress to remove them as his legs slowly started shifting into his friend's mom's with detailed descriptions of his legs becoming female and Hispanic. Have him yell no i don't wanna be my friend's mom she stole my things and i didn't do anything wrong this isn't fair and have it be in quoted text spelled wrong cause of a lisp. Have his lower torso and upper chest and arms and hands follow suit as his whole body except his head changed into his friend's mom's with step by step processed details on everything changing. Have him manage to pull a flip flop off stopping the changes at his head making him happy as he realized the flip flops really were the cause of the changes. Have him go to remove the other one as his head jerked changing slowly into his friend's mom's starting with her hair, her eyes, her ears, her lips, her teeth, her nose, and finally her voice. Have him desperately bend down to yank on the other flip flop sticking his newly female fingers under the strap slowly feeling it loosen but just as it started loosening, the same traditional dress draped over his body blocking his view and distracting just long enough for his memories to change until he was exactly like his friend's traditional Mexican mom minus her hair being up and her jewelry and her wedding ring and her one flip flop. Have her look around her room puzzled as she looked down at her foot before spotting the items she confiscated earlier. Fury building up inside her, she walked over to the items placing them back where she had them. Have her angrily yell ay! can't believe my son let his friend go through my room without my permission and have it be in quoted text and very heavily accented English still speaking English but words are spelled wrong. Have her then notice her flip flop in the corner of her room walking over and picking it up. Have her sit down somewhere slipping the flip flop on her foot before making sure the other flip flop was snug on her other foot with a step by step of her tightening the sandals on her feet. Have her clip clop back to her jewelry grabbing all of it including her wedding ring. Have her walk to a room with a mirror setting all the jewelry down before grabbing one piece of jewelry and putting it on with a step by step process of her putting it on. Have her do this with each item ending with the wedding ring as she slipped it on her finger and have her also put her hair back up in a bun. Have her look at her reflection smiling and laughing as she looked down at her dress and jewelry and flip flops before saying hey ____ you don't look half for ____ years old i love being Mexican i still don't look as good as ____ and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks with very thick accented English still speaking English calling herself by her first name mentioning a female Spanish celebrity. Have there be accents over certain letters in all the Mexican mom's quotes throughout the story but have her still speak English.
The year was 2021. The crisp air of the Michigan winter whispered through the bare trees, nipping at the bare cheeks of a six-year old boy named Thomas Wayne. Thomas, born on the 14th of February, 2015, was about as tall as an average 6-year-old, measuring 3 feet 9 inches tall and weighing a healthy 45 lbs. He was a lively child, with chestnut waves cascading to rest above his forehead and deep brown eyes filled with curiosity and mischief. His mother, Averill, born on the 27th of May 1995, was a beautiful woman. At the age of 26 and with a height of 5'7", she had a well-maintained figure weighing 135 lbs. Her wavy brown hair usually fell loose and her green eyes were always filled with warmth. Living singlehandedly with her son and working to make ends meet, she was a woman carved of strength and resilience. Besides the two of them, the only other family they had in the immediate vicinity was Averill's aunt Madeleine. Madeleine, born on the 30th of September 1975, was now 46. She was statuesque, about 5'8" tall, and weighed around 150 lbs. Her straight, honey-blond hair and amber eyes brought a soothing calmness to her aura. The fourth important person in Thomas's life was his grandma Josephine. Born on Jan 3, 1950, she was now 71 with a height of 5'2". Although age had taken a toll on her weight, pushing it to around 140 lbs, the glow of her experience still reflected in her hazel eyes. Her silver hair was lined with streaks of the original brown that she neatly tied into a bun. One significant day, Thomas ventured off to spend his first overnight with his friend. His companion was a lively Mexican boy, Javier. Javier was a year older than Thomas, standing 4 feet tall and weighing around 50 lbs. He had jet black, thick, wavy hair that barely skimmed his shoulders, along with almond-shaped eyes of chocolate brown. Javier's mother, Maria, was a considerate woman in her late 50s. Born on the 12th of June in 1962, she was shorter than Averill and Madeleine, standing 5'4". She weighed over 250 lbs, but the weight did not dim the vibrant energy in her. Her curly salt-and-pepper hair was usually held in a low bun, drawing attention to her warm brown eyes that held a lot of stories. As Thomas bid goodbye to his mom, clutching the new iPhone his mother bought for him, his favorite LEGO set, and twenty dollars he had saved from his birthday, adventure filled his heart. But his heart sank when Maria spotted the phone, money, and LEGO set. Without hesitation, she swiped them away from Thomas. "Thodthee idhemth are mine now," he stumbled on the words due to his lisp while pleading with her. "Nope, me tomare estos mientras estes aqui," Maria announced in English laced thick with her Spanish accent, placing emphasis incorrectly on words making it hard for Thomas to understand exactly what she said. Maria announced to her son, "Voy a ir a hacer algunas compras en la tienda, mijo." She told her son in English accented with Spanish phrases her errand. Javier saw Thomas's frustration and said, “You can search for your stuff now that my mom is gone.” Excited, Thomas took off his shoes and socks and darted through the house. On reaching Maria's room, he spotted his phone, LEGO set, and the money. As he walked towards them, trying not to make a sound, his foot grazed something. Looking down, he was shocked to find Maria's flip-flops under his feet. And then, the impossible happened. As he tried to pull off the sandals, his feet seemed to grow, to crack, to age. His tiny fingers grew into a woman’s hand, petite yet strong. His complexion changed into a tan one. His toenails, now painted bright red to match Maria's nails. All while he was frantically trying to get the flip-flops off, his legs continued to transform, seeming to morph into Maria's. He yelled, "No, I don't wanta be my friend'th mom, she thtole my thingth and I didn't do anything wrong. Thith ithn't fair!" Bemoaning his fate, his lisp more evident in his worry. Unrelenting, the transformation continued. His waist widened, hips flared out, and his chest developed. His arms lengthened, his hands grew fuller and his figure matured into that of Maria's. He managed to get one flip-flop off, halting the transformation on his head. As he raced to get the other flip-flop off, he felt a sudden jerk. His hair grew, and his eyes, ears, lips, teeth, nose transformed. His voice echoed, more of Maria’s voice and less of his own. Bending down to the remaining flip-flop, he was weighed down by Maria's traditional dress that had draped over his much-changed body. His memories started fleeting, replaced by Maria's incessant tidbits of life, heartbreaks and joys. By the time he was complete, as Maria would have been - a wedding ring absent, minus her up-do and jewelry - "Thomas" no longer existed. Only Maria remained, uninterrupted, save some temporary confusion by the trinkets belonging to Thomas. Spotting the iPhone, LEGO and the $20 laying around, fury welled up inside her as she barked, "Ay! cahn’t b-eh-lieve my son let his f-riend go t-hrough my room wih-tout my permisssion!" She placed the items back, reminding herself to scold her son later. Being Maria, she slips into the other flip-flop effortlessly, securing it snugly on her now larger feet. She clip-clopped towards the shiny trinkets sprawled around her room and started crudely placing them around her neck and wrist. Maria looked at herself in the mirror, smiled and laughed. She twirled in her dress, jewelry jangling, her symbolic flip-flops making a distinct sound against the hardwood floor of her room. “Hey, Maria. You don’t look half bad for 59 years old! I love being Mexican. But still, I don’t look as good as Salma Hayek," she jovially announced to her mirrored-self, her accented English adding charm to her laughter.
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