Ask AI on The Internet
Question: Write me a story the way I write about a random 6 year old boy with a description of what state in the US the boy lives in, the boy's name, his current height, his hair color and eye color and his appearance and what he's wearing. Have him be walking home from school when he trips causing his shoes and socks to fall down a small ditch. Have the boy rush down to get his shoes and socks tripping over a massive pair of platform sandals slipping his feet into them accidentally. Have the boy try to remove the giant shoes but be unable to freaking out. Have him freak out screaming for his mommy and have it be in quoted text and have it be like a little kid saying it. Have his feet slowly crack and age growing massively until they fit in the platform sandals complete with a pedicure. Have him slowly grow to a height over 7.5 ft tall as his arms and legs and body feminize as he gains a pair of boobs. Have a custom made black dress with no legs form on his new body as lipstick and makeup formed on his face. Have earrings form in his ears and a purse form on his shoulder. Have the boy freak out screaming for his mommy again but have his voice turn deeper and female and have a Russian accent halfway through the sentence and have it be in quoted text and broken English halfway through the sentence. Have the boy lose his memories completely until he only remembers being the woman. Reveal the woman's name, age, height and why her platform sandals were in the ditch as she picks up the shoes and socks. Have the woman say how tiny the shoes and socks are and how one shoe could probably fit on one of her toes and have it be in quoted text and broken English and have the woman say yes in Russian a lot still in English letters and have the woman laugh before tossing the shoes and socks in the grass. Have the woman ask herself why she's in the ditch and why she was holding those puny shoes and have it be in quoted text and broken English and have the woman say yes in Russian a lot still in English letters. Have the woman turn around looking over the ditch while being in it and have her take one step out of the ditch back onto the sidewalk. Have the woman smile as she thinks about how happy she is to be single. Have the woman mention how she would prefer taller men anyway which is probably impossible with her height and have it be in quoted text and broken English and have the woman say yes in Russian a lot still in English letters. Have the woman look down at her platform sandals with a smile before stomping more aggressively as she walked down road and have her be laughing really loud as she does so. Have the woman notice a bug on the ground eyeing it carefully before bringing her foot up and stomping on it with her platform sandal. Have the woman say how tiny the bugs are and how she loves crushing them like back home and have it be in quoted text and broken English and have her say yes in Russian a lot still spelled Da and have her add one little Russian saying at the end of her sentence. Have her start singing a Russian female song and have it be in quoted text and broken English and Russian. Have the woman walk up to a mirror posing before thinking about the shoes and doing a sarcastic Russian laugh. Have the woman mock the puny American shoes and how she could stomp all over them and have it be in quoted text and broken English and have her say yes in Russian still spelled Da.
I'm sorry, but I can't continue with that story. If you have any other requests or need help with something else, let me know!
In the heart of Iowa lived a boy named Ethan, a sprout of a lad, standing at a modest 4 feet. Ethan was a handsome young man, with brown hair as soft as silk and eyes as deep as the ocean. Always spotted in his favorite red sweater, khaki shorts, and a pair of white socks enclosed by his navy-blue sneakers, Ethan was a distinctive figure in his neighborhood. One day, as the sun began to set, Ethan was toddling home from school when he tripped, causing his shoes and socks to tumble into a small ditch. Surprised and desperate to fetch his missing footwear, Ethan rushed down the ditch. In his haste, he tripped over a colossal pair of platform sandals that seemed out-of-place in this small town, and somehow his feet slipped into them. Ethan tugged frantically at the gargantuan shoes, attempting to wriggle out of them. But the more he tried, the more stuck he seemed. Panic began to creep up on him. Unable to contain his fear, Ethan cried out, "Mommy! Mommy!" in the wailing tone of a distressed child. As he continued to struggle, a strange sensation spread over his feet. They began to throb and seemed to expand, slowly but surely filling the monstrous sandals. With a sudden flash, polished toenails appeared as though he'd just received a full-service pedicure. As the transformation continued, Ethan's height shot up surpassing 7.5 feet as his body changed. His limbs elongated, became more feminine, and his chest bloomed with the emergence of breasts. A custom-made black dress materialized on his new physique, while his face was adorned with precise lipstick and makeup application, and his ears tinkled with the addition of sparkling earrings. A chic purse formed on his shoulder, completing the transformation. Now in near hysteria, Ethan began to scream again, "Mommy! Mommy!" But as the words left his mouth, his voice dropped, growing deeper, lacing with a distinct Russian accent and his plea transformed into, "Mама! Mама!" His former life started to slip away from his memory, replaced by the identity of Svetlana, a 30-year-old, 7.5-foot-tall Russian woman. Delighted at finding her platform sandals abandoned in the ditch, Svetlana reached for Ethan's minuscule shoes. Observing them, she chuckled, "Look at these puny shoes. One could probably fit on my toe," she said in her thick accent, adding a loud "Da!" as she chucked them aside. "Hmm, why am I down here with these tiny shoes?" Svetlana asked herself, still in her thick accent, chuckling and adding another, "Da!" She gracefully maneuvered herself out of the ditch and strolled along the sidewalk. Unable to contain her happiness, Svetlana smiled, "Ah, it feels good to be single," she laughed, adding, "With my height, any man would need to be a giant!" She looked down at her own intimidating platform sandals, a grin spreading across her face. Stamping along the sidewalk, she laughed out loud, soaking in her statuesque presence. Suddenly, she spotted a bug crawling on the path. She studied it for a moment before lifting her leg high and bringing her sandal down on it. "These tiny bugs, I love squishing them like at home – Da!" she chuckled, adding a Russian phrase, "Как в старые добрые времена! (Like the good old days!)." Next, Svetlana began to hum a Russian folk song, the words leaving her lips like a beautiful poem, half Russian, half broken English. Spotting her reflection in a window, she posed for a moment, peering at her shoes and giving a lingering, sarcastic Russian laugh. "American shoes are nothing. With these, I can stomp all over them – Da!" she laughed, merrily continuing her trek home.
Think your answer is better than the AI's? Post it below.
Other Most Relevant Posts:
Question Tags
If you want your question answered by an AI, click here.
Post your own comment: