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Question: The year is 2021. Write me a long thoroughly detailed story the way I have typed it out about a 6 year old boy with a description of the boy's name, age, 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, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. His aunt'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 staying after school for the first time due to his teacher giving him a very hard time and picking on frequently. With him, include 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. Include his mean female teacher's name, age being in her late 50s, birthday, birth year, height, weight, hair color and style and eye color and fashion sense as a teacher and why she didn't like the boy. Have him be the only student in the room sitting at his desk frowning when his teacher walked up her outfit a pencil skirt, a blouse and wedge sandals with her fingernails and toenails painted glittery, jewelry with a description of the jewelry and a wedding ring on her finger. Include her husband's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color and how he died. Have his teacher spot the items in his hand 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 teacher tell him she's taking away the thing he had and have it be in quoted text speaking like a mean teacher who doesn't like him and as she walked away with his item in her hand telling him she would use the money on something women like snacking on or drinking with the snack and drink mentioned. Have her let her student know she will be leaving for a while and have it be in quoted text saying she's going to do something teacher related with the thing mentioned. Have the boy wait for her to leave when he decided to take his shoes and socks off slowly inching towards her personal desk for his thing and his money. Have him get to her desk spotting his item 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 teacher's wedge sandals from earlier accidentally getting them 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 older and feminine as his feet grew to fit the wedge sandals with his toenails becoming painted as the transformation was a painful one. 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 teacher had taken his thing for no reason and he didn't wanna become his mean teacher 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 teacher'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 wedges causing the transformation to stop momentarily proving that they were the cause of the changes and making him determined as he went to remove the other one when he started pulsating in pain from the transformation. Have him bend down desperately trying to remove the last wedge sandal as his teacher's outfit from earlier started forming on him as his voice shifted slowly to sounding like his teacher'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 mean teacher minus her jewelry and wedding ring and one shoe. Have him say how close he is to ____ as the quote shifted midway through to something his mean teacher would say about her student and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks and scolding herself for leaving that little ____ alone in her classroom calling her student a name. Have look around her classroom noticing the money and the item she had confiscated earlier as well as her student's shoes and socks. Have her pick up the item putting it back where she had it picking up her student's shoes and socks and slamming them on the ground. Have her spot one of her wedge sandals picking it up and walking to a nearby chair to sit down putting it on her foot with a step by step process of her putting it on and tightening it around her foot deciding to tighten the other one as well. Have her return to her desk 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 her desk chair. Have her look down at the wedge sandals on her feet in approval smiling saying i feel better much better now that little ___ is out of my classroom i hope he gets expelled and have it be in quoted text filling in all the blanks saying mean teacher phrases and words mentioning her student's first name gagging. Have her calmly walk to a mirror looking at her reflection smiling and saying oh Mrs. _______ i'm not bad looking for __ years old certainly better dressed than the female singers like ___ that dress all ___ and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks and saying first and middle and last name. Have her say so glad i never had kids of my own why did they put that little ____ named ____ in my classroom and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks and calling herself by her first name.
There was a boy named Max White, residing in the vibrant state of Texas. Max was a frolicsome 6-year-old with hazel eyes and a thick clump of curly auburn hair. Standing 3.6 feet tall and weighing 45 pounds, Max was born on the 23rd of October, 2015. His mother Jenna White, a beautiful young lady of 24, stood 5.6 feet tall and weighed 130 pounds. Jenna was blessed with soft green eyes, her light brown hair was cut in a stylish bob. She was born on July 18, 1997. The third member of their small family was Max's aunt Mia, who was Jenna's sister. Mia, a 27-year-old woman, stood 5.8 feet tall and weighed 140 pounds. Her eyes were a unique shade of blue, and her long curly hair was jet black. Mia rejoiced each year on March 12, celebrating her birth in 1994. Then came the pillar of the family, the grandmother, Martha. Her 5.5 feet tall vintage stature weighed 150 pounds. Possessing warm blue eyes and silver hair elegantly kept in a stylish bun, Martha was born on January 19, 1958. Now the thorn is Max's joyous life was his school teacher, Mrs. Doris Crawford. Standing at 5.7 feet, Mrs. Crawford weighed 165 pounds. She was born on November 21, 1962, which made her 58 years old in 2021. Her icy blue eyes peeked out from under her feathered salt and pepper hair. Mrs. Crawford had an odd dislike for Max for reasons unknown to anyone. Could it be his jovial childish innocence? Or perhaps it was the strong resemblance to his young, beautiful mother. Mrs. Crawford was known for her elaborate clothing, often wearing a blouse paired with a pencil skirt and coordinating wedge sandals. She always wore her glittery nail paint that perfectly matched her love for shiny jewelry. Mrs. Crawford had been married to Mr. Robert Crawford, a charming gentleman born in 1955, who had sadly passed away in a tragic car accident a few years back, leaving behind his wife with her bitterness and loneliness. One particular windy afternoon, Max was kept after school by Mrs. Crawford. Cuddled in his hands was a pocket-size trinket, an adorable plastic dinosaur given to him by his grandfather, and some crumpled dollars his mother had given him to buy his favorite Skittles. Mrs. Crawford, noticing Max engrossed with the plastic toy and dollars after school, confiscated both the trinket and money from the frowning boy. "Those are mine! I want to buy Skittles," Max scornfully lisped, heartbroken as the steely Mrs. Crawford walked away. "I'll use this for my Earl Grey Tea and Corn Chips," she snarled showing her clear dislike for the boy, "I'll be back, I have to go print worksheets for tomorrow," she added before leaving him alone in the classroom. Gathering all his courage once Mrs. Crawford left the room, Max tip-toed to her desk to retrieve the coveted dinosaur and his candy money. As he walked over, he didn't notice the pair of wedge sandals Mrs. Crawford had carelessly tossed on the floor and not being able to see them tripped, causing the sandals to get stuck on his tiny feet. The sandals set off a strange transformation, starting with a painful snap in his toes, then aging and feminizing his feet, changing them to fit into the large sandals. His toenails even seemed to paint themselves the same glittery shade Mrs. Crawford wore. Unable to take off the sandals, Max panicked as the transformation crept up from his feet, moving up his body. His legs grew longer, gradually changing, morphing from a little boy's shape into the mature, feminine legs of an adult as the fabric of a pencil skirt formed around them. "I didn't do anything wrong! She took my dino for nothing! I don't wanna be Mrs. Crawford! I don't wanna be a girl!" Max tried to plead desperately in his lispy voice, but his pleas were unheard. His arms began to alter its shape too, fingers stretching like clay, losing their boyish softness and becoming slender and elegant, ending in glittery nails. Then, it moved to his torso, rounding his chest, and slimming his waist into a mature feminine form. His hair lengthened, face softened, eyes narrowing, his expressively cherubic features becoming a mirror image of Mrs. Crawford. With a last-ditch effort at saving himself, Max managed to wrench one wedge off his foot, the transformation seizing to a halt momentarily as the other sandal was still stuck to his foot. He was just about to remove it when he was overwhelmed with a pulsating sensation. Mrs. Crawford’s clothes coalesced around him. His voice slowly started shifting and this once-little-boy-now-woman said: "It's twue dat…" he began, but midway his voice no longer sounded lispy. It had deepened into a woman's tired, aged voice, “…that little brat Max was nothing but trouble in my classroom." Blinking her eyes, newly made Mrs. Crawford looked around to see the plastic dinosaur and crumpled dollars on the floor along with Max's abandoned shoes and socks. She picked up the toys and money, and then crammed the little shoes and socks into a desk drawer with disdain. Then, noticing one of her beloved wedge sandals was missing, she picked it up, went over to a nearby chair and sat down. Carefully she put the wedge over her foot, pulled the strap to fasten it, and decided to tighten the other one as well, transforming her feet into a perfect display for the wedge sandals. She returned to her desk and one by one, she put on her jewelry - the diamond-studded necklace around her neck, the dangling earrings, the decorative bracelets. Lastly, she slid her wedding ring back onto her finger. Walking back to her finely polished wooden desk, she looked down at her sandals, satisfied. “I feel much better now, now that little Max is out of my classroom. I hope he gets expelled,” she said, cruel satisfaction painting her features. Inspecting herself in the mirror, she scoffed. “Oh, Mrs. Doris Crawford, you’re not bad looking for 58 years old. Definitely better dressed than those female singers like Rihanna with their audacious styles," she self-praised. “I’m so glad I never had kids of my own. Why did they put that little nuisance named Max in my class? I’m glad he’s gone,” she sneered, the same mean glare lingering, marking the end of the innocent Max, and the reinforcement of the bitter, notorious Mrs. Crawford.
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