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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 through a back alley when he started feeling pain in his feet forcing him to remove his shoes and socks. Have him keep walking through the alley spotting a tiny purse full of money and cigarettes and a lighter as well as bubblegum and other feminine things. Have him spot torn articles of feminine clothing freaking him out as he decided to rush out of the alleyway not looking down at the ground. Have him trip over something looking down. Have him see slightly raised heeled sandals kicking them off when his clothes evaporated and disappeared. Have his feet crack and shift turning into tiny petite female feet with painted nails. Have him freak out as the changes crept us his legs with a step by step process of his legs maturing and lengthening and feminizing. Have him say out loud how he didn't do anything wrong and he just wanted to go home and have it be in quoted text with a lisp and the words spelled wrong. Have his chest and torso and arms and hands transform and feminize with a step by step process of his body transforming. Have his memories start changing as his head and hair and face mature with a step by step process of his ears and nose and lips and eyes and voice and teeth and everything changing. Have a simple bra and panties form on him as his pleas for his mom morphed midsentence as his pleas became desperate pleas from a scared woman and have it be in quoted text with the quote shifting midway through. Reveal the woman's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, eye color, hair color and hair style and what she did for work and that she had ran away from home leaving her mom and dad behind. Have the woman spot her sandals she had taken off earlier for some reason walking over and grabbing them. Have her sit down on the uncomfortable ground putting them back on with a step by step process of her putting each sandal on each foot. Have her run in her heeled sandals over to her purse picking it up and worriedly continuing her run through the alleyway having no memory of being a 6 year old boy. Have her peek into her purse pulling out a cigarette and lighting it up to calm herself down before sitting down in the cold wet alleyway. Have her look down at her tiny body saying it's days like this i wish i were born a man i'm not even ___ feet tall and these heels are a size __ which is more proof my feet are so fucking small i hate being a fucking lady and now i'm scared and alone hoping that ___ doesn't find me and just listen to my little girl voice i don't sound like i'm __ years old i sound more like i'm _ years old and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks. Have her continue strutting down the alleyway coming across a broken full length mirror looking in the mirror seeing her tiny body frowning again before deciding to practice her toughness and intimidation. Have her attempt to stand firm losing her balance and almost dropping her purse saying to her reflection hey you you don't wanna mess with me if you do you'll be sorry just wait i'll make you ____ and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks with something kindhearted and sweet as she couldn't go through with being intimidating even to herself.
Once upon a time in the year 2021, in the small town of Almont, North Dakota lived a sprightly 6-year-old boy named Ethan. Ethan, born on August 26, 2015, was known for his infectious laughter and charming demeanor. He measured 3ft 9in in height and 45 lbs in weight. Ethan’s short, curly, chestnut hair mirrored his mom’s and his sparkling blue eyes, a memento from his long-gone dad. Ethan's mother, Andrea was a beautiful woman with green eyes and long chestnut hair that she kept in a high ponytail most of the time. Born on February 14, 1995, Andrea, now 26, stood at 5ft 6in and weighed 135 lbs. She had a soft spot for Ethan, her source of joy, uxorilogy, rebellion, commitment, and strength in collision since she separated from Ethan’s father. The father, Ryan, born on July 12, 1993, stood at 6ft 1in, weighing around 185 lbs. More often than not, Ryan's short-cropped, mousy-brown hair was a stark contrast to his deep-set brown eyes. Unfortunately, he discontinued being part of Ethan’s life a couple of years back. Ethan’s kind-hearted Aunt Bella, born on March 20, 1999, weighed 125 lbs and stood at 5ft 5in. She had long, curly auburn hair, vivid hazel eyes that never lost their child-like sparks, and an unceasing supply of affection for Ethan. His Uncle Adam, busy chasing his aspirations, born on November 29, 1997, stood 6ft tall, and weighed about 175 lbs. He had short blond hair, styled in a messy fashion, and clear emerald green eyes, decidedly known for his warm yet intricate demeanor. Ethan’s Grandma, Emily, born on July 10, 1965, was a charming woman, standing at 5ft 4in and weighed about 150 lbs. Emily's silver-streaked brunette bob hair and honey-brown eyes had just as many tales to tell as the wrinkles adorning her face. One ordinary afternoon, Ethan was taking his usual stroll down a back alley when he suddenly felt an unexpected pang of pain in his feet. As discomfort took over, Ethan swiftly took off his shoes and socks, hoping the pain would subside. Ethan continued his way down the alley barefoot when he stumbled upon a tiny purse. It was jam-packed with an array of objects; money, a lighter, bubble gum, several feminine products, and even a pack of cigarettes. To one side lied scattered pieces of what seemed to be feminine clothes torn haphazardly, unsettling Ethan instantly. Freaked out by the sight, he instinctively sped towards the exit, failing to notice the ground. In his haste, he tripped over something protruding. Looking down, Ethan spotted slightly raised heeled sandals, which he frantically kicked away. Suddenly, his clothes disappeared as if evaporated into thin air. In place of his tender, little feet emerged petite, female feet with nails painted with purple lacquer. In a state of shock and despair, he could only watch in horror as the rest of his body followed suit. His legs gradually adapted a more feminine contour, being defined by lean muscles and smooth skin. "I dithn't do anything wong," he squealed, his voice peppered with a lisp, "I just want to go home!" Next, he felt his chest tighten and reshape, forming small but definite curves. His arms grew slender, losing their childish plumpness, and his hands too morphed into petite versions, adorned with similar purple painted nails. As the changes concluded with his face transforming into that of a young woman's, his memories also started morphing oddly. He could now recall minute details of a life he certainly hadn't lived before. But as his silky brunette hair cascaded down his shoulders and into a soft bob, his memory of ever being Ethan was replaced. Now he was Angela, a fledgling of 26, just 5ft tall, and weighed 100 lbs. Recall being born on March 2, 1995, her eyes bore an intense hazel shade, and her hair was a warm brown tone kept in a side-parted bob. Angela worked as a sous chef and had fled from her family some time ago, leaving her distressed mom and dad behind. "Mom-m...-my god! I gotta leave this place!" exclaimed Angela, her call for help cut midway as she began panicking into the terror of her new femininity. Spotting her sandals near her, she gingerly stepped into them, one after the other, securing the straps carefully. Picking up the purse she now recognized as hers, Angela hurriedly continued down the alleyway. Once the initial rush of shock and fear eased, Angela delved into her purse to produce a cigarette. After lighting it, she puffed out a sigh of smoke, and with it, some worry trickled out, easing her nerves. She had no recollection of ever being a 6-year-old boy named Ethan. Folding herself on the damp, rough alley floor, Angela slumped against a wall, surveying her petite figure in disdain. "It's days like this I wish I were born a man. I'm not even 5 feet tall, and these heels are a size 5, which is more proof my feet are so fucking small. I hate being a fucking lady, and now I'm scared, alone, hoping that Ryan doesn't find me. Just listen to my little girl voice. I don't sound like I'm 26 years old, I sound more like I'm 12 years old," she gasped, filling the silent alleyway with her worries. Eventually, Angela resumed her journey through the alleyway, pairing her strides with a newfound determination. She stumbled upon a broken full-length mirror, her reflection spotlighting her petite frame. Angela chose to embrace her situation, deciding to exhibit some fierceness yet failing as her inherent kind-hearted nature had been her constant companion. Taking a deep breath, she squared her shoulders and glared into her reflection, but her footing gave away causing her to fumble with her purse. Getting back on her feet, she addressed her reflection firmly yet sweetly, "Hey, you! You don't want to mess with me! If you do, you'll be sorry. Just wait, I'll make you dinner at my restaurant and discuss your issues over dessert. I bet we would be great friends."
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