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Question: 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 young 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 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 old and yellow as well as her toenails and old lady jewelry with a description of the jewelry and a wedding ring on her finger despite her husband 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. 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 mentioning a female friend or neighbor. Include the female friend or neighbor's name, age, birthday, birth year, height, weight, eye color and hair color. 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 his eyes clouded up and 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 him say how close he is to ____ as the quote shifted midway through to something his grandma would say about her friend waiting and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks and mentioning the friend's first name and scolding herself. 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. 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 __ or __ or they'll think I'm going crazy and have it be in quoted text saying old lady phrases and words. 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 __ graduating high school together in ____ before you passed away but you'll always be my husband and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks and saying her husband's first name. 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 and middle and last name mentioning her age to herself and telling herself to be a lady.
Once upon a time on a pleasantly warm summer morning in Alabama, a curious 6-year-old boy named Ethan Foster scratched at his untidy mass of tousled brown hair, revealing bright-blue eyes full of wide-eyed anticipation. Born on the 15th of October, 2015, he was a small but sprightly boy of 42 inches and weighed a healthy 50 lbs. His young mother, Kathryn Foster, was born on the 28th of January, 1995, making her an energetic woman of 26. Enthusiastically coiffed with sun-kissed brown hair tied up in a messy bun and possessing eyes of clear hazel, she stood at 5 feet 6 inches and weighed a comfortable 145 lbs. Kathryn's younger sister, Rebecca Foster, born on the 12th of August, 1999, was the loving aunt to Ethan. A youthful woman at 22 years, she had hazel eyes similar to Kathryn's, yet had the rich black hair that curled around her shoulders. Measuring 5 feet 5 inches and weighing around 140 lbs, Rebecca was petite and graceful. Their mother, and Ethan's doting grandmother, Ethel Johnson, was a remarkable old woman. Born on March 12, 1975, at 46 years old, Ethel resembled her years with her smoky grey hair cut in a bob and pale blue eyes, always alive with wisdom. At a height of 5 feet 4 inches and a manageable weight of 160 lbs, she was a dependable matriarch of the family. The day Ethan walked up the path towards his grandma’s house for the first time, he had a precious item clutched in his small hand – a dazzling ruby pendant, a cherished gift his aunt Rebecca had given him for his recent birthday. Alongside the pendant, he held a five-dollar note, hope of a bag of Hershey's Kisses illuminating his eyes. He gently knocked on the door, and his grandmother opened it, garbed in her ideal summer attire: a colorful tank top, jean shorts, and an amusing pair of strappy women's sandals. The chronicles of age wrote their tale through her yellowed fingernails, and her toes peeping out of the sandals were no different. Strung around her neck was a long, beaded necklace that danced with each movement she made. On her left finger, Ethel wore a plain gold ring, minimal yet sentimental, a reminder of her loving husband, Richard Johnson. He had been a charming man, born on March 29, 1974. Standing at 6 feet tall with a weight of 180 lbs, Richard had dark brown hair and kind green eyes. His untimely demise took place due to a heart attack in the year 2010. Upon noticing the precious ruby pendant and money clutched in Ethan’s hand, grandma Ethel unceremoniously took them, much to Ethan’s shock. “Pwease, gwandma," Ethan pleaded with teary eyes, betraying a slight lisp. "I need the money to buy my Hershey's Kisses." However, Ethel, elder to her years, retorted in her grandmotherly way, "Oh poppet, you can't be trusted with something so priceless as that pendant, and money? Money should be spent on wholesome food, not sweets. I'll buy some lovely oatmeal cookies with it." Strict yet amused, she turned away, leaving a flustered Ethan gasping after her. She gossiped a farewell, "I must leave for a while, poppet. Mrs. Laura Goldstein, my dear friend and neighbor, is expecting me. She was born on May 27, 1976, you know, just a year older than me. She has the most wonderful sandy blonde hair and the blues eyes..." Left at the doorstep, Ethan mustered the courage to enter his grandmother's house. After removing his shoes and socks, he tiptoed around, hoping to recover his precious pendant. As he entered her bedroom, he squinted to find the sparkling ruby necklace on her dresser. Walking over to snatch his treasure, he raised his eyebrows in surprise when he found his grandma’s sandals from earlier beneath his feet. The sandals were stuck, and to his shock, his feet started to crack and age. His tiny feet wiggle in discomfort as they morphed into a pair of feminine-sized 7 feet, his toenails turning a ghastly yellow, suffering from Onychomycosis, the fungal infection that had plagued his grandma. His transformation was not limited to his feet, but his legs followed, becoming long, mature, just like Ethel's. His childlike knees became wrinkled with age as they elongated and feminized, the veins on the surface becoming more prominent. "I didn't do anything wrong. I didn’t wanna become gwandma, I don’t wanna be a girl," Ethan whispered in fear-stricken lisps. His torso followed next, slowly transforming. His flat chest ballooned into the curvature of a woman's, his slim arms widened, his hands aged, and his small digits elongated into beautiful feminine fingers. His head started changing too, his soft round face hardened, his hair faded to grey, and his wide, innocent eyes began showing traces of age. Amidst the change, he managed to remove one sandal with his weak, old hands, which had developed Arthritis, a condition his grandma suffered from. But the transformation had already advanced. His outfit morphed into the tank top and shorts his grandma wore earlier, and his youthful voice began croaking an old lady's tone. As the continuous alterations took a hold of him, Ethel’s memories and experiences began flooding into Ethan's mind, his cognitive faculties succumbing to the burdens of Ethel's years. And so, Ethan, or now Ethel, smiled and said, "I'm so close to meeting Laura Goldstein. Time to put on my sandals... Why, Ethel Johnson (that's me), 46 years old, woman up! Be a lady, for heaven's sake..." Ethel returned to her operation of wearing the remaining sandal, humming as she tightened the straps around her swollen foot. Now complete, she smiled satisfactorily at her feet before heading back to her bedroom. She slid into her familiar jewelry, letting each piece hang at its designated spot, and finally, she covered her aged fingers with her husband's ring. As she sat in the living room looking down on her feet and the wedding ring adorning her fingers fondly, a sigh left her lips. "Much better, now I'm done putting on my sandals. But I don't reckon I'll be telling Laura or Kathryn about this, they'll think I am going crazy." Her gaze shifted to the ring on her finger, a wistful smile on her lips as she whispered, "Oh, Richard, I still remember our wedding in 1992 and 24 years of being married, our high school graduation in 1993… I miss you so much..." Self-scolding, she sighed heavily and continued, "Oh, why in the world do you talk to yourself? Took you so long to dress up, Ethel Johnson, already 46 years old, be a lady!" For good or for ill, life had taken a surreal turn.
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