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Question: The year is 2021. Write me a long and thorough and detailed story the way I have typed it out about a 6 year old boy with a description of the boy's name, age mentioned, race being black, 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 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 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 to his grandma's home for the first time with a priceless item he cherished in his hand with a description of what he was holding and who it was from and he was also holding some money. Have him knock on the door to have his grandma answer wearing her summer outfit of a tank top, shorts and a pair of women's sandals that had straps with her fingernails painted but her toenails not due to them being yellow and thick and old lady jewelry with a description of the jewelry and a wedding ring on her finger despite her husband not not being alive. Include his grandpa's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color and how he died. Have his grandma spot the item in his hand and the money taking both the item and the money from him to his shock. Have the boy beg for it back and the money and have it be in quoted text spelled different cause of a lisp mentioning he wanted to buy candy with the money with the candy being a real brand. Have his grandma tell him she's taking away the thing he had and have it be in quoted text speaking like an old lady mentioning an old lady reason she took the thing from him as she walked away with his item in her hand telling him she would use the money on something old ladies like snacking on with the snack mentioned using black old lady slang words. Have her let her grandson know she will be leaving for a while and have it be in quoted text saying where she's going using black old lady slang words. Have the boy wait for her to leave when he decided to take his shoes and socks off looking through the house for his missing thing his grandma had taken. Have him go to her room spotting his item in her room walking over to get with his head held high not looking at the ground when he tripped over something. Have him look down to see he had tripped over his grandma's sandals from earlier accidentally getting stuck on his feet. Have him go to take them off when his clothes disappeared and evaporated. Have his tiny feet crack and age getting wrinkly and feminine as his feet grew to fit the sandals with his toenails turning yellow and elderly feeling pain in his new feet with the condition in his new feet named. Have him try to remove them unable to freaking out as the changes crept up his legs as his legs lengthened and feminized with a step by step on his legs changing. Have him say he didn't do anything wrong and his grandma had taken his thing for no reason and he didn't wanna become his grandma and he didn't wanna be a girl and have it be in quoted text spelled wrong cause of a lisp. Have his body and arms change into his grandma's with a step by step process of his arms and hands and fingers and chest and belly changing. Have his head and hair and face change with a step by step process of all the changes happening. Have him successfully remove one of the sandals causing the transformation to cease momentarily proving that the sandals were the cause of the changes and making him determined as he went to remove the other one when his fingers started pulsating in pain from his grandma's condition with the condition named. Have him bend down desperately trying to remove the last sandal as his grandma's outfit from earlier started forming on him as his voice shifted slowly to sounding like his grandma's. Have him slowly stick his finger under the strap feeling it loosen but just as he was about to remove it both his fingers and toes ached as his memories slowly started changing as his mind matured and feminized until he was exactly like his grandma minus her jewelry and wedding ring and one sandal. Have her look down asking why she is still home and why is she bent over looking at her feet and messing with her sandals and have it be in quoted text mentioning the specific errand she was talking about earlier and scolding herself for messing with her feet and her toenails mentioning her condition using black old lady slang words. Have look around her bedroom noticing the money and the item she had confiscated earlier as well as her grandson's shoes and socks. Have her pick up the item putting it back where she had it picking up her grandson's shoes and socks and sticking them in the living room softly scolding her grandson for snooping in her room without her permission and have it be in quoted text and old lady words mentioning the old lady candy she would use the money on with the candy being a real brand and mentioned using black old lady slang words. Have her spot one of her sandals picking it up and walking to a nearby chair to sit down putting the sandal on her foot with a step by step process of her putting the sandal on and tightening it around her foot deciding to tighten the other one as well. Have her return to her bedroom putting on each piece of jewelry carefully and delicately ending with the wedding ring with a step by step process of her putting on all her jewelry and how it hung to her body parts including her wedding ring. Have her walk out to the living room sitting on the couch. Have her look down at the sandals on her feet in approval smiling saying much better now i'm done putting on my sandals but i don't think i wanna mention this episode to any of my family or they'll think I'm going crazy and have it be in quoted text saying old lady phrases and words before chuckling using black old lady slang words. Have her walk further into her house deciding to add an article of clothing to her outfit with a description of what it was before deciding to leave. Have her look down at the wedding ring on her finger she now knew as hers quietly whispering i miss you so much i still remember meeting you in ____ getting married to you in the year ____ and being married for __ and having our daughters ___ and ___ and meeting our grandson ___ before you passed away but you'll always be my husband times were much simpler then and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks and saying her husband's first name using black old lady slang words. Have her look at a part of her outfit saying i remember when you bought the __ i'm wearing right now back in the year ____ and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks pointing at a piece of her outfit using black old lady slang words. Have her say oh why in the ___ do you have to talk to yourself like this and why did it take me so long to get ready and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks and calling herself by her first name using black old woman slang words.
Once upon a time, in the city of Detroit, Michigan, a six-year-old boy, born on February 25, 2015, named Malik Edwards stood at a towering height of 4 feet, the lad weighed around 40 pounds. Malik was a charming African-American boy with a wild crop of naturally curly dark brown hair and rich ebony eyes. Malik was the son of young Tasha Edwards who was 25, born on January 15, 1996, measured 5'7" in height, weighed around 140 lbs. She had almond-brown eyes and long, tightly-curled, jet-black hair that cascaded down her back. Aunt Lakisha, 23 years old, born on April 20, 1998, livened up their home with her 5'6" height and her slight weight of 130 lbs. Her gorgeous braids of black-brown hair complimented her ever-cheerful brown eyes. The momentous day was that of meeting his grandma, an august figure of authority and love in their family. Grandma, Mildred Summers, was born on July 11, 1951, and now at 70, held herself upright at 5'5" and weighed around 160 pounds. The salt and pepper afro style hair bore witness to the wisdom she had gathered over the years and her discerning light brown eyes held an irrefutable charm. On his way to meet her for the first time, Malik held his favorite action figure - a priceless gift from his late grandpa, Leon Summers, endowed to him on the day of his birth. Grandpa Leon, born on February 8, 1950, was a strapping man of 6 feet with a weight of roughly 180 lbs, who bore a crown of black afro style hair, and his bright hazel eyes were a beacon in the darkness till his untimely death due to a heart attack on November 24, 2020. Leon was about 6 feet tall and weighed approximately 195 lbs. Within Malik’s small but firm grip, there was also a few dollars he had saved from his weekly allowances, hoping to buy a Snickers bar, his absolute favorite candy. Malik knocked on his grandma’s door, only for it to be opened by a vision of Mildred, clad in a summer tank top, shorts with women’s strapped sandals. Her nails painted a bright red but her toenails, yellow, thick, untreated due to a known condition, Onychomycosis. Gracing her outfit was a smorgasbord of trinkets, bearing intricate designs and the sheer gleam of gold, notably a beautiful locket encrusted with turquoise stones, suspended on a long chain around her neck, and a wedding ring, eloquently speaking stories of a love that had now transcended into the realms beyond the living. Miraculously spotting the action figure and money in his hand, grandma Mildred snatched them away leaving Malik in utter shock. "Oh, sugar, you can't be toting this expensive thing around like it’s some rubber ducky. And this," she gestured at the money, "let me buy you some good ol' dates, better than those Snickers ya love so." She walked away, indicating she was going to run some errands at the local farmer's market. Left alone, the little conqueror within Malik took a hold of him and he began to search for his beloved action figure. Upon making his reconnaissance in grandma's room, he found the prized action figure on the dresser. His young head held high in determination, he failed to notice the strewn sandals from grandma's outfit on the floor and tripped, his feet swiftly encased in them. Alarmed, he found his feet transforming into grandma Mildred's, cracking, aging, and expanding with the sandals, the yellow toenails marking the progression of onychomycosis. With tears in his eyes, Malik tried to voice his fear and frustration, "I didn't do anytin' wrong and grandma tooked my toy. I don't wanna be Grandma, I don't wanna be a gurl." As the transformation spread through his petite structure, his legs, expanding and losing their boyishness, became replicas of Mildred's sturdy limbs. His torso expanded, his arms broadened and wrinkled with age as arthritis took hold, and his chest flattened into that of an elderly woman. With female maturation hormones ripping through his brain, his cried out – "I don't wanna be this old, I just want my action figure and money, sis...". No longer himself, his face morphed into Mildred's with age lines marking the milestones of her life. His hair faded into a salt and pepper cloud of woolly beauty, the truth sank into Malik – he was becoming his grandma. A partial respite was when he successfully pulled one sandal off, and the transformation stopped momentarily, making him realize the sandals were the cause of this surreal situation. He leaned in to tug the other sandal off when his fingers were engulfed in pain, throbbing from gout, Mildred's old foe. Clad in a now lose fitted tank top and shorts, and one sandal, he doubled down, his voice shifting into Mildred's scratchy timbre, "I gots to get this darn sandal off before I lose myself." Half bent over with a body that looked strikingly like Mildred's, he fiddled with the strap until it slackened, but before he could finally dislodge the sandal, his fingers and toes seized with intense pain. The memories of a 6-year-old boy were steadily replaced by those of a 70-year-old woman. The feminine, elderly mind took over, echoing only Mildred's thoughts within her own body. The child was no more – Malik had become his grandma. Now back in full control of her body, Mildred stared at the vase holding her Australian Bells on her bedroom table and murmured to herself "Now why am I not at the farmer's market yet, Messing about with my own feet and sandals!" She glanced over at the bed to see the overlooked action figure and money. Picking up the toys and walking to the living room, holding on to her grandson’s shoes and socks; she carefully placed them on the coffee table. Mildred tut-tutted, "Lord, that boy's been poking about where he shouldn't," she chided, "I'd better get me some prunes for this racket my insides are causing," lapsing into the comforting cradle of African American Vernacular English. She caught sight of the other sandal lying askew on the rug, sighing heavily, she plopped onto the armchair to slide the sandal in place. A battle won as she adjusted the straps, "Might as well fix this one too," she muttered. Heading back to her bedroom, Mildred delicately slipped on her intricate gold and turquoise locket, slender bracelets gracing her wrists and finally, the wedding band slipped onto her finger, "Leon would have loved to see me now," she mused, returning to the living room and sinking into the welcoming depth of her comfy couch, "Feels much better now, with both sandals on." Mildred reflected on the bizarre sequence of the day and chuckled, "Oh honey, don't you start recounting this crazy day, the folks 'round me will think I've lost my marbles!" She adjusted her loose cotton kaftan around her and prepared herself to finally go to the farmer's market, smiling at the familiarity of her reflection. Touching the wedding band, the symbol of a lasting love, her eyes moistened up, "I miss ya dearly Leon, see I still have the silver charm bracelet you bought me back in '58. Simple, honest times those were," reminiscing over her younger days. "Why am I fussing about myself and taking all this time? Get a move on Mildred!" she scolded herself, shaking her head. Finally stepping out, woman and her sandals, a story for the ages, unbound by time or age.
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