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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 at his friend's house for the first time holding some money his mom gave him and his phone as well as another thing he cherished the name of the thing mentioned. Include his friend's name, age, birthday, birth year, height, weight, hair color and style and eye color. Include his friend's mom's name, age being in her early to late 40s, birthday, birth year, height, weight, hair color and style and eye color and have her be wearing a black blazer and gray blouse and ankle cut pants with her nails painted red and jewelry all over her body including a wedding ring and makeup and lipstick. Have her spot the phone and the money and the other item swiping them from the boy with no hesitation. Have the boy beg her to give them back and have it be in quoted text spelled wrong cause of a lisp. Have the woman tell him no and that she was confiscating them while he was over and have it be in quoted text speaking with the very stern tone of a mother. Have her tell her son that she's going out to run an errand and have it be in quoted text mentioning the errand she was running. Have the boy's friend tell him that he can try to get his stuff back now that his mom's gone causing the boy to run through the house searching for his stuff. Have the boy remove his own shoes and socks for some reason as he ran upstairs. Have him stumble upon his friend's mom's room spotting his money and phone and his item as he slowly walked towards his items not looking at the ground. Have him trip over something causing him to temporarily lose balance looking down at his feet. Have him realize his feet had somehow accidentally slipped into his friend's mom's wedding sandals with a description of what the wedding sandals looked like. Have him realize his feet weren't coming out as he felt his feet begin to crack and age growing to fit the wedding sandals and his toenails gaining a red polish with detailed descriptions of everything happening. Have the boy frantically pull at the wedding sandals feeling no progress to remove them as his legs slowly started shifting into his friend's mom's with detailed descriptions of his legs becoming female. Have him yell no i don't wanna be my friend's mom she stole my things and i didn't do anything wrong this isn't fair and have it be in quoted text spelled wrong cause of a lisp. Have his lower torso and upper chest and arms and hands follow suit as his whole body except his head changed into his friend's mom's with step by step processed details on everything changing. Have him manage to pull a wedding sandals off stopping the changes at his head making him happy as he realized the flip flops really were the cause of the changes. Have him go to remove the other one as his head jerked changing slowly into his friend's mom's starting with her hair, her eyes, her ears, her lips, her teeth, her nose, and finally her voice. Have him desperately bend down to yank on the other wedding sandals sticking his newly female fingers under the straps slowly feeling them loosen but just as they started loosening, the same outfit draped over his body distracting him just long enough for his memories to change until he was almost exactly like his friend's mom. Have her look around her room puzzled as she looked down at her foot before spotting the items she confiscated earlier. Have her look down at the one wedding sandal barely on her foot before chuckling to herself. Have her then notice her other wedding sandal in the corner of her room walking over and picking it up. Have her sit down somewhere slipping the wedding sandal on her foot before making sure the other wedding sandal was snug on her other foot with a step by step detailed process of her tightening the wedding sandals on her feet. Have her strut back to her jewelry grabbing all of it. Have her walk to a room with a mirror setting all the jewelry down before grabbing one piece of jewelry and putting it on with a step by step process of her putting it on. Have her do this with each item ending with the wedding ring as she slipped it on her finger and have her do something with her hair. A faint memory of her being scared of her own body confused her causing her to say out loud what ___ was wrong with me moments ago i remember walking into my room contemplating what pair of shoes i wanted before deciding on my wedding sandals and then i freaked out at the same body ive known for the last __ years i need a nice cold glass of ____ to calm my nerves and have it be in quoted text.
The enchanting tale of a 6-year-old boy named Max Monet begins in the bustling state of California. Little Max, even at a tender age, boasts a height of 3 feet 10 inches, and weighs about 50 pounds. His sunny blond hair, which he wears in a short, tousled style, matches his bright green eyes. Max was born on February 3, 2015, which makes him a proud Aquarius, known for imaginative and open-minded personality. Little Max's mom is a refreshing 22-year-old woman named Bella. Bella's birthday falls on January 1, 1999. She is 5 feet 7 inches tall and her weight is 130 pounds. She is intriguing with her coffee-brown hair, which she wears in a stylish bob cut, complementing her hazel eyes. In their small family, they also had Bella's sister, Max's Aunt Natalie, who was born on July 4, 1985. She was 5 feet 6 inches tall and weighed around 145 pounds. Natalie sported her auburn hair in lush waves that cascaded down her shoulders and had soothing blue eyes. Lastly, there was Max's grandma Gretchen, who was born on May 19, 1955. She was 66 years old, 165 pounds, and 5 feet 4 inches tall. Grey hair elegantly styled into a bun and deep brown eyes were her signatures. One day, Max was over at the house of his friend, a boy named Alex, who was almost 7. Alex was born on April 23, 2014, was 4 feet tall, and weighed around 55 pounds. He had jet-black hair, which he inherited from his mother, styled into spikes and captivating, dark brown eyes. Alex's mother, a dazzling woman in her early to mid-40s named Vanessa, was the picture of poise and sophistication. Vanessa was born on November 20, 1975. She was 5 feet 8 inches tall, weighed approximately 145 pounds, and had sleek black hair that she usually pulled back into a sophisticated bun. Vanessa's arresting eyes were a brilliant blue. Known for her sharp dressing sense, she was always adorned in a black blazer, a soft gray blouse, ankle-cut pants, copious jewelry, vibrant red nails, and a flattering layer of makeup and lipstick. On this particular night, Max had some money his mom gave him, his phone, and his cherished toy bear, Mr. Snuggles. Unfortunately, Vanessa who had a firm approach towards enforcing rules, spotted the phone, cash, and toy, confiscating them from Max without hesitation. "Max, while you're here, we have rules. No toys, money, or phones allowed," Vanessa exclaimed, her voice strict with maternal authority. After Vanessa informed her son, Alex, that she was going out to run some errands, apparently she was out of milk and needed to run to the store, Max seized the opportunity to reclaim his belongings. "Dude, my mom's gone. Let's find your stuff!" Alex, filled with a mischievous sense of adventure, said encouragingly. In his frantic dash to find his things, Max made the peculiar decision to navigate the grand house barefoot. As he stumbled upon Vanessa's well-kept room, he spotted his money, phone, and toy thrown carelessly on the mahogany writing desk. Not looking at the ground, he tripped over something and quickly regained his balance. Looking down at his feet, he realized they had accidentally slipped into a pair of milky-white, jeweled wedding sandals, which looked like they belonged to Vanessa: her striking wedding sandals. Warming to the difficult situation, he tried pulling his feet out, but his feet had eerily grown, perfectly fitting the sandals. His toenails even took on a vibrant shade of the red polish Vanessa donned. "Not fair... me don't want... mom's sandal...it stole my things," Max lisped, battling the panic brewing within him. However, the transformation didn't stop. His bare legs began to shift, elongating to match the height and curves of Vanessa's legs. His small hands transformed into bigger feminine versions, rough from years of household chores. His shoulders broadened; his upper body grew and shifted. But just as the changes reached his neck, little Max managed to pull off one sandal. His body stopped changing, maintaining Vanessa's appearance except for his boyish face, now tension-filled. Still, the remarkable face transformation started moments after his cheerful eyes landed on the other wedding sandal. The soft strands of his golden hair darkened, straightening into Vanessa's sophisticated bun. His bright green eyes shifted into the captivating, brilliant blue of Vanessa's. Each change picked up pace until his innocent childish voice morphed into Vanessa's voice, sophisticated with a hint of authority. In desperate panic, his newly transformed hand swiftly proceeded to yank the other sandal off. However, as his female fingers began loosening the straps of the sandal, the same outfit Vanessa had been wearing materialized on his body, rendering him speechless for a moment. The distraction proved detrimental as lost fragments of Vanessa's memories began intertwining with his own. Puzzled, Vanessa looked at her slightly askew sandal laying on the corner of her room. Chuckling at this sight, she strolled over to her jewelry, sporting her wedding sandals perfectly. "What on earth was wrong with me moments ago? I walked into my room contemplating which pair of shoes to wear. Decided on my wedding sandals, and then I freaked out at the body I've known for the past 45 years. I need a nice cold glass of wine to calm my nerves," Vanessa puzzled, a faint memory of her being scared of her own body confusing her but quickly washed away by her usual confidence.
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