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Question: The year is 2021. 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 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 mentioned, birth year mentioned, hair color and style and eye color. Have him be walking to a salon 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, ankle cut pants of some kind 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 mentioned, height being shorter than his grandma, weight, birthday, birth year being 5 years younger than his grandma, hair color and eye color. Have the Korean woman leave 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 spot a bag or purse of some kind with a description of what's inside a salon stylist would have for herself. Have the boy suddenly need to use the bathroom innocently yelling out he had to potty and have it be in quoted text in perfect little boy English. Have the boy decide to go down a hallway thinking it led to the bathroom as he walked with his head up looking at something else 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 removing them but not stopping the changes. 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 he doesn't wanna be an icky girl and have it be in quoted text in perfect little boy English. Have him somehow realize in his heart he's only slightly younger than his grandma and much older than his mom and aunt causing him to cry. 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 and nail polish formed on him as he looked exactly like the woman minus the jewelry and wedding ring and platform sandals. 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 as he was singing an American lullaby and have it be in quoted text as it morphs into a traditional 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 before spotting her jewelry and wedding ring and platform sandals which were hers of course. She then strutted over to where her jewelry was adding it all to her outfit as well as adding her wedding ring being specific about the jewelry she was adding and where she was adding it and how she was adding it. Have her then pick up her platform sandals walking to a nearby chair and sitting down pulling her pant legs up and setting the platform sandals down momentarily. Have her bend down slipping each platform sandal in it's rightful spot onto her feet with a step by step process on what she was doing. Have her then adjust her outfit and her platform sandals in a feminine way doing womanly things as she walked around her salon stumbling and losing her platform sandals once again momentarily. Have her grab them again putting them on once again adjusting them to fit her feet even tighter and adjusting her hair and with very detailed descriptions on how she adjusted her platform sandals. Please include a detailed description of how she adjusted her platform sandals on her feet. Have reality change to where she remembered removing her jewelry and platform sandals and wedding ring with a weird and ridiculous explanation for why she did being given and that she had just decided to put her platform sandals and wedding ring and jewelry all back on and include it in the story. Have the woman look around her salon wondering where the kid she was waiting on went strutting around loudly and worriedly before saying out loud that she wondered where the little boy went saying where little boy go without her noticing as she never left the room and have it be in quoted text in very broken English with words spelled wrong and halted English and forgetting certain basic English words saying something else. Have her spot her bag or purse walking over to it and going through it and pulling something out with a description of what and why. Have her continue to tidy up her salon being specific on what she was doing while happily strutting around in her platform sandals hearing the thump they made each time they hit the ground as she walked singing a traditional Korean song while she worked. Have her start sweeping glancing down at her platform sandals on her feet deciding to adjust them once again before again grabbing her broom and continuing her sweeping. Have her smile as she looked at her reflection before sitting down and crossing her legs looking at her wedding ring and saying how she loved her husband and have it be in quoted text and halted and very broken English not knowing the word for husband saying something else.
In the vivid year of 2021, a sprightly, cherubic six-year-old boy named Jamie bounded through his life fearlessly. Jamie had been born on a clear, serene day of March 14th, in the year 2015. He was relatively tall for his age, standing at four feet even, with an energetic lump weighing in at 60lbs. He hailed from the colorful state of Georgia, a peach of a boy with bright, golden hair feathered attractively across his forehead, and enchanting sapphire eyes that gleamed with mischief. This young tyke was the pride and joy of his mother, Sarah. At a petite, yet fit 5'7" and weighing 140lbs, Sarah was a bundle of energy herself. She had been just nineteen years old, born on the 10th of January in 1996, when Jamie entered her life. Sarah's hair cascaded down her back, chestnut in color, glossy and curled at the ends. Just like her son, she also had distinctive blue eyes. Jamie scarcely remembered his father, Mark. Born on December 5th, 1994, Mark was a tall, 6’2” man with a strong build of 180 lbs. He possessed hair as black as night that he kept swept back with a natural ripple. His piercing green eyes were the most memorable feature about him even though he was no longer in Jamie's life. The young boy was also showered with adoration by his bubbly aunt Anne, a five-foot-four young woman with a slim build of 120lbs. Born on the breeze of May 6th, 1993, she shared him with waves of auburn hair and hazel eyes. His absent uncle, Andrew, born on April 15th, 1991, towered at six-foot-one with a toned physique, weighed in at around 175 lbs and embodied the family charm with his soft brown hair neatly positioned on top of his head and matching brown eyes. Jamie’s ever-doting grandma, Martha, born on August 20th, 1955, had lived six decades full of love and warmth. At five-foot-three, weighing 160 pounds, Martha's wise body had seen many a season. Her hair, once a deep chestnut like Sarah’s, now shone silver and was kept in a neat bob. Underneath her spectacles sparkled lively green eyes of wisdom. One sunny day, Jamie found himself venturing to a salon alone for the first time. The fragrance of shampoo and hairspray filled the air as a woman greeted him. Mrs. Moon, born just five years after his grandmother, on September 30th, 1960, was his hairdresser for the day. She was a tad shorter than Martha, with jet-black hair styled into a Korean style pixie cut. She was modestly curvy and fashionable application of makeup complemented her brown almond eyes. As if decorated with stars, the soft jingles of her several dainty gold and silver bracelets filled the room. Multiple thin gold necklaces adorned her neck, and on her fingers were a variety of rings. Her most cherished of all was the wedding ring; a beautiful band of gold, set with small diamonds and a larger ruby. "Little boy, I be right back. Just wait here, okay?" Mrs. Moon’s voice was gentle but laced with a heavy, charming Korean accent as she left the room. While waiting, restless Jamie impulsively slid off his shoes and socks. The cold tile floor beneath his toes felt strange yet, oddly comforting. He curiously sauntered around Mrs. Moon’s sophisticated workspace, eyes wide with curiousity. His gaze landed on a stylish handbag, the contents of which held a jumble of stereotypical salon stylist tools—hair clips, combs, scissors, hair dye, and hundreds of color swatches. Suddenly, he announced loudly with urgency, "I have to potty!" His baby-blue eyes scanned the salon for a bathroom. Drawn down a hallway, with his eyes fixated on an interesting painting on the wall, he didn't notice the plush platform sandals on the floor. With a stumble that took him by surprise, he found himself, to his wonder, snug inside Mrs. Moon’s sandals. Confused, he tried to wiggle them off, but a sharp, unexpected pain coursed through his feet. He looked down to see his feet ageing rapidly, feminine with red nail paint. Despite his frantic efforts to shed the shoes, they wouldn't budge. "I'm gonna miss mommy and grandma so much! I didn't do anything wrong, just had to potty, and not wanna be icky girl," he whimpered, tears streaming down his face. He suddenly felt so much older, almost as old as his grandma, which scared him immensely. Needing comfort, he began to sing a comforting lullaby his mother always sang to him. His body began to morph beyond his comprehension, contorting and stretching into the proportions of an adult woman. Korean words began to replace the English ones, an American lullaby evolving into a Pansori song simultaneously. A fear crystallized in his heart, his memories detached, replaced with new ones and suddenly he was no longer Jamie. He was Mrs. Moon, the proud, radiant hairstylist who dealt with clients lovingly every day. With a softening expression, he—now she—looked down at the replicated outfit of a pristine white blouse under a cleverly styled navy-blue blazer, complete with ankle-length pants. She noted her missing jewelry, her wedding ring, and the sandals lying empty on the floor. As if acting on impulse, she moved towards the jewelry draped on a mannequin. With ease, she started putting on the gold and silver bracelets, the elegant necklaces, and finally her cherished wedding ring, all while humming the Pansori song. Each piece of jewelry was meticulously arranged. Picking up the platform sandals, she shuffled over to a plush chair and took a seat. She chuckled at her unadorned feet, pulling over her pant leg slightly, and set down the sandals. Bending down with a slight hum, she slipped in one foot into the left sandal, wiggling her toes to adjust it. Likewise, her right foot found its place in its designated right sandal. They encased her feet comfortably, making her still on the cold floor more comforting. She adjusted her outfit and got up, gingerly walking around her salon, her foot slipping out of her sandals once again. But then again, she donned them, trying to adjust it tighter, giving her a better grip. She adored the snug fit of the buckle around her ankle, anchoring her foot in the comfortable bed of the shoe. In reality, she seemed to remember removing her jewelry and her platform sandals, along with her precious wedding ring, because they seemed to pain her feet and her fingers somehow. Well, for then it was a ridiculous reason but oddly satisfying at the moment. However, it seemed right to have them back on now. She looked around her salon, lost. "Where little boy go?" she wondered aloud. For she had taken him under her wing for his haircut and he was now nowhere to be found. Inspecting her handbag, she pulled out a hair clip and pinned it on the side, a small change she often made when stressed. She carefully tidied up her salon for the rest of the day, her platform sandals thumping with rhythm on the polished floor, a pleasant sound that filled her salon. And so, she continued to waiver through her day, her platform sandals always stealing the show. Amidst the sweep and tidying, she adjusted her sandals for what seemed like a millionth time, their elaborate strap configuration providing her with a joyous task. Reflecting her beauty, the salon mirror blinked at her as she sat down, her legs crossed, the wedding ring glittering in her eyes. "Oh, my dear husband, how I love you," she said in her broken English, smiling and blushing as she returned to her work.
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