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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 being only slightly younger than 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 now only a few years younger than his grandma as he started crying. 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 the womanly things she did at the salon while she was alone being specific. 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.
Once upon a time in the quaint suburbs of Nebraska, in the small town of Lincoln, lived an innocent lad named Benjamin Thomas Preston, or as everyone adoringly referred to him, Benji. Benji, whose sixth birthday fell on July 19th, 2015, stood at a perfectly normal height of 3 feet 9 inches and weighed about 45 pounds. With bright blue orbs that twinkled with mischief and chestnut brown hair neatly fashioned in a classic crew cut, Benji was every bit the charming poster boy of youth and joy. His cheerfulness could be traced backed to his lineage - Benji got his radiant blue eyes from his mother, Carrie Preston, a 22-year-old beautiful woman with a heart full of love for her son. Born on February 6, 1993, standing 5 feet 5 inches tall, and weighing about 130 pounds, with a cascading waterfall of brunette locks, and stunning blue eyes, Carrie single-handedly raised Benji since his dad, John, walked out on them. John Preston, born on August 14, 1992, was a tall man, standing about 6 feet 2 inches, with a lean build of 170 pounds. His hair, as black as the night sky, was kept short and slicked back while his eyes were deep, an intense smoky grey. Despite John's absence, Benji had other figures in his life to look up to, such as his aunt, Jennifer, and his uncle, Alex. Jennifer was a petite woman, born on March 3, 1990, was just 5 feet 2 inches tall, and weighed about 120 pounds. With vibrant red hair that fell to her shoulders and warm brown eyes, she had a light in her. Alex, born on January 10, 1988, was a tall, scholarly man driven by a mission to do important work in cancer research. He stood at 6 feet and weighed around 180 pounds with raven-black hair cropped short and sharp green eyes. The last and the most loved member of Benji's kin was Grandma Lucy. Born on September 16, 1948, Lucy filled her 5 feet 4 inches, 140-pound frame with unending energy. Her hair was a beautiful shade of silver styled in an elegant bob, and her eyes sparkled with wisdom and love, peppered with streaks of green. One fine sunny day, the six-year-old Benji embarked on a courageous journey to get his first haircut alone at Mrs. Jang's Barbershop. Mrs. Jang, the Korean woman who owned the barbershop, was a lady of elegance and refinement. She was born on October 19, 1950, and stood at a height of 5 feet 2 inches, barely above Grandma Lucy's shoulder. Weighing around 115 pounds, Mrs. Jang had a pixie bob that was as black as obsidian, with gentle brown eyes. She wore a stylish blazer over a pastel blouse, paired with a set of platform sandals whose height attempted to make up for her lack of inches. Her fingers were carefully manicured with a polish red as a cherry, matching the hue of her lipstick. A prominent wedding ring adorned her left ring finger, and she had several other pieces of beautiful, presumably valuable jewelry. "Wait here, I go cut hairclip for you," she muttered in broken English, her accent heavy, embodying interpretative challenges, before leaving the room to fetch something for Benji's hair cut. Being the innocent and mischievous adventurer he was, Benjamin couldn't resist the allure of his surroundings. He decided to amble along the long hallway towards the back of the shop, keeping his attention everywhere but where he was stepping. Eventually, and quite expectedly, he tripped on something and on regaining his balance, he found that he had, quite by accident, slipped his feet into Mrs. Jang's platform sandals. "Wait here, I go cut hairclip for you," she muttered in broken English, her accent heavy, embodying interpretative challenges, before leaving the room to fetch something for Benji's hair cut. Being the innocent and mischievous adventurer he was, Benjamin couldn't resist the allure of his surroundings. He decided to amble along the long hallway towards the back of the shop, keeping his attention everywhere but where he was stepping. Eventually, and quite expectedly, he tripped on something and on regaining his balance, he found that he had, quite by accident, slipped his feet into Mrs. Jang's platform sandals. Panicked, Benji tugged at the foreign objects on his feet, but they wouldn’t budge. Instead, something terrifying and inexplicable started to happen - his small, chubby feet began changing, cracking, and aging. Tears welled up in Benji's eyes, and in his innocent wide-eyed fear, he squeaked out, "I gonna miss mommy and grandma so much. I don't do anything wrong. I just had to potty." Bearing his mother's comforting advice in mind, he began singing a lullaby she taught him. His soft voice echoed through the empty shop, "Twinkle twinkle little star...” As he sang, the changes continued their terrifying course until in moments, he was physically transformed into a woman identical to Mrs. Jang, spare the jewelry and the wedding ring. While his body struggled with the adult form, his tender mind caved under the strain of the change. His memory started to shuffle and change, replacing his precious childhood memories with those of Mrs. Jang. His heartrending rendition of “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” began to transform into a traditional Korean song, "Arirang, Arirang, Arariyo... (Crossing over Arirang pass...)" His voice now had a Korean lilt, the words of an age-old native folk song spilling effortlessly from the transformed boy. He continued to sing, the melody shifting around him while he accepted his matured form, the words of the song soothing him into a state of relative calmness. Shaking off the confusion and dread, the new Mrs. Jang, moved to the chair where he'd left his tiny shoes and socks. She looked down at the outfit and sighed at the sight of her platform sandals. The boy, now wrapped in the consciousness and perception of a mature woman, examined and rearranged her attire, adjusted her blouse, straightened the blazer, and touched up her hair, all with precision and perfection that oozed nothing but confidence and grace. “Where nice young man go?” she muttered to herself, her words still as broken as before. Walking across her shop, she caught sight of herself in the mirror. A chuckle escaped as she saw how short she still was despite her platform sandals or as she better described them, “Big standing shoes.” Looking affectionately at her wedding ring, thoughts of her husband and family filled her mind. As the hysteria settled, she went about tidying up her shop, ready to welcome the day with a serene heart and the exuding grace of Mrs. Jang.
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