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Question: The year is 2020. Write me a long and thorough and detailed story the way I write about a random little 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 mom's name, age mentioned, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. His aunt'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 being after June, birth year mentioned, hair color and style and eye color. His grandpa's name, age being younger than his grandma, height, weight, birthday, birth year being younger than his grandma. Have him be walking to a store alone for the first time with permission from his mom as he entered the store. Have one of the women shopping notice the little boy Reveal the woman's name, race being white age mentioned, height being shorter than his grandma, weight, birthday being before June, birth year being the same as his grandma, hair color and style being short and include details and eye color. Have the woman be wearing a tank top, shorts and a pair of Birkenstocks with a description of the whole outfit and have her nails be painted with a description of the polish not being red. Have her tell the boy he shouldn't be shopping alone and have it be in quoted text mentioning her husband and the number of years they've been married and how they met and what year they met. Have the boy suddenly need to use the bathroom innocently yelling out he had to potty and have it be in quoted text in lisped words. Have the boy decide to go down a hallway thinking it led to the bathroom as he walked with his head up not looking at the ground. Have the boy trip over something losing his balance before looking down realizing he accidentally tripped over the woman's Birkenstocks 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 Birkenstocks when his feet started cracking and aging into female feet with nail polish matching the woman's and have the color not be red but mention the color. Have the boy frantically pull the Birkenstocks trying to remove them to stop the changes as they crept up his legs and he started changing more managing to slightly loosen both sandals slowing the changes momentarily proving that the sandals were the cause of the changes. As he tugged more feeling the straps loosen, his head and face and hair started charging. 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 have it be in quoted text in lisped English. Have him somehow realize in his heart he's older 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 as he finally pulled the sandals off his feet. Have his whole body morph and mature into the woman's as an identical outfit formed on him as he looked exactly like the woman minus the jewelry and wedding ring and the Birkenstocks. Have the boy's memories start altering as his voice changed. Have the boy once again say I'm gonna miss mommy and auntie and grandma so much and have it be in quoted text coming out in a woman's voice. Have the boy continue singing the song to calm himself down as his memories altered completely causing his innocent song to turn into a tacky female anthem song that actually exists and is real and include lyrics to the song and the name of the song and who it's by. Have the woman smile as she finished singing before looking down at her outfit before spotting her jewelry and wedding ring and Birkenstocks were strutting over to where her jewelry was adding it all to her outfit as well as adding her wedding ring with a step by step process of her adding all the jewelry and wedding ring. Have then grab her Birkenstocks setting them down and have her then stumble to a nearby place to sit sitting down and looking at her outfit and her bare feet. Have her grab the left Birkenstock slipping it on her left foot with a step by step slow process of her doing so. Have her grab the right Birkenstock slipping it on her right foot with a step by step slow process of her doing so. Have her suddenly remember removing her jewelry and slipping back into her Birkenstocks with the explanation include in the story. Have the woman look around the store before shrugging and going back to shopping before wondering where her husband was in the store. Have reality adjust to explain why she wasn't wearing her jewelry or wedding ring and why her Birkenstocks were loose with the explanation given and included in the story. Have her walk to a nearby mirror in the store looking at her reflection and have her adjust her purse on her shoulder and have her smile as she looked at her outfit. Have her say I'm so damn short but oh hon___ i'm not bad looking for __ years old and I have a husband who can reach things for me come on now ____ just grab the ____ and the wine and make your way up front ____ will find me before I'm done checking out or he can walk home and sleep on the couch tonight i still remember my __th birthday when my hus____ _____ and _____ i could've kil___ him what a crazy ____ i marr____ and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks referring to herself as a woman and by her first name and age. Have her look at her wedding ring smiling and saying how she's grateful for her husband ___ and her daughters ___ and ____ and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks mentioning her husband and kids by name. Include her mentioning the year she moved to the state she lives in and why. Have her start singing another tacky female anthem song that actually exists and include the name of the song and have it be in quoted text. Have her start driving down the street seeing a woman with something unique to women her age getting mesmerized by something only young women could have and saying something about the thing unique to young women and have it be in quoted text. Have her get home realizing it was quiet in her house. Have her yell out hello everyone here ____ are you home ____ or ____ are my daughters home _____ and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks yelling out for her husband and daughters before ending the sentence with sassy older woman energy. Have her then enter feeling the cold breeze on her legs as she sat her purse down and walked into a nearby hallway in front of a mirror. Have her look at her reflection and smile as she smiled and laughed saying not bad looking for __ years old i remember graduating college with my master's in the year ____ i graduated from ___________ in the year ____ and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks. Have her then decide to reach for something unable to even with her Birkenstocks on and trying to stand on her tippy toes before giving up and include in the story what she was trying to reach. Have her look down feeling defeated before saying i wish wasn't home alone i really want ___ from the top shelf if only ____ here or ___ or ____ i am definitely taller than ____ _____ or _____ _____ and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks. Have her then look down at her Birkenstocks flashing back to the first time she wore them and the year she got them and why and how she got them and who got them for her if it wasn't here and include it all in the story in very detailed descriptions. Have her then decide to go to bed still wearing her outfit and her Birkenstocks. Have her dream of her childhood as a young girl and what she was wearing and have her say something in quoted text and have her flash to high school wearing skimpy feminine clothes common at the time described in detail and have her say something in quoted text and when she met her husband and her flirting with him in an old fashioned way of talking and have it be in quoted text and what she was doing when she met him and more recently at home with her husband and kids before jerking awake. Have her suddenly yell out loud and have it be in quoted text yelling her husband's name before saying something flirty and yawning and going back to sleep mentioning a nice glass of wine. Have her then get up getting ready for her next day shopping and getting ready to go to the store again having no memory of who she used to be.
Once upon a time, in the heart of Georgia, there lived a little boy named Tommy Evans. Tommy was a sprightly seven-year-old, standing at 4 feet tall and weighing just 50 pounds. His birthday, June 15, 2013, marked a joyful day for his family. With an inquisitive mind and boundless energy, Tommy had that charisma which endeared him instantly to anyone he met. Tommy lived with his mother, Emily Evans, who was an energetic 33-year-old. Emily stood at 5 feet 6 inches, weighed 130 pounds, and had her glossy auburn hair styled in soft waves that always gleamed in the sunlight. Her eyes, a warm hazel, mirrored the kind-hearted spirit she possessed. Emily's birthday was December 2, 1986. Also part of their close-knit family was Tommy's aunt, Sarah Evans. Sarah was a sprightly 28-year-old, standing at 5 feet 5 inches tall and weighing 125 pounds. With her cascading chestnut locks and sparkling green eyes, she was the life of any family gathering. Born on August 8, 1991, Sarah always freed energy for her nephew Tommy, no matter how busy she was. Tommy's grandma, Margaret Evans, was a dignified woman of 65. Born on September 14, 1954, she presented a striking figure with her 5 feet 4 inches height and 140 pounds of wisdom wrapped in delicate silver curls and soft blue eyes that spoke stories of a time gone by. Opposite her in every sense was grandpa Richard Evans, who, at 64, was full of life and humor. Born on October 30, 1955, he stood tall at 5 feet 10 inches and weighed 160 pounds. One warm Saturday afternoon, armed with independence and immature courage, Tommy embarked on his first solo trip to the local store. Emily, filled with a mixture of pride and concern, had permitted him to go, keeping her phone close, just in case. As he entered the store, the sight of aisles filled with colorful items enticed his every sense. While Tommy navigated the store's aisles, a kind-eyed woman noticed him. This woman, named Linda Morgan, was a 65-year-old white woman. She stood at 5 feet 3 inches, weighed 135 pounds, and had short, neatly trimmed blonde hair that glistened even in the dim store light. Her vibrant green eyes shined with friendliness, and she wore a blue tank top with white shorts. Her Birkenstocks slid softly over the floor as she moved. Her nails were painted in a cheerful shade of yellow, a color that matched the switch of spring flowers. Linda, being a mother herself, couldn't help but approach the little boy. "Sweetie, you shouldn’t be shopping alone," she gently admonished. "My husband Bill and I have been married for 40 years now. We met in 1978 at a local dance. Children should always be safe." Just as Linda finished speaking, Tommy's little face turned a shade of scarlet. "I have to potty!" he confessed loudly with a childish lisp and innocent urgency. He hurriedly walked down a hallway, thinking it would lead him to the bathroom. His head was held high, too proud to look down. Suddenly, he tripped over something, losing his footing. He looked down to see he had accidentally stepped into Linda’s Birkenstocks that somehow ended up in the aisle. As Tommy tried to remove the sandals, a strange thing happened. His clothes evaporated and vanished, leaving him scared and overwhelmed. Tommy frantically attempted to take the Birkenstocks off, but then he witnessed his feet starting to age and transform, painted in the same cheerful yellow polish that Linda had. He realized with a jolt the sandals were causing these changes. "I'm gonna miss Mommy and Grandma so much. I didn’t do anything wrong! I just needed to potty!" Tommy exclaimed, tears rolling down his cheeks. Tommy's youthful features began altering, his face, hair, and body morphing into something different altogether. He tugged at the straps frantically, slowing the changes only temporarily. As he pulled, his face and head reshaped to resemble those of a grown woman. In his heart, he felt he was becoming even older than Grandma Margaret, far older than his youthful mom and aunt. This realization struck a new chord of fear and sadness in him as he started singing the comforting song his mom had taught him, hoping to find solace. Suddenly, his body morphed the rest of the way, and his voice turned from that of a young boy to that of an adult woman. "I’m gonna miss Mommy and Auntie and Grandma so much," he repeated in a woman's voice. His memories started altering severely, the innocent song he was singing twisted into "Girls Just Want to Have Fun" by Cyndi Lauper. He found himself musically transitioning into a likeness of Linda. As Linda's memories came to the forefront, she finished singing and looked down at herself. Her shimmering yellow-polished nails contrasted her denim shorts and summery tank top. She spotted her jewelry and wedding ring nearby and started putting it all back on. With grace, she first picked up her earrings, guiding them through her ears. Next were her stacked bracelets, slipping smoothly over her wrists, and finally, her wedding ring, a step-by-step symbol of a lifelong commitment back in its rightful place. Lastly, Linda slid her feet out of the sandals and slipped them back on again, one foot at a time. Her left foot slid gently into the shoe followed by her right in a mirrored slow process. As the Birkenstocks comfortably enveloped her feet again, the stress of oddity dissipated. She wandered the store, puzzled momentarily as to why she hadn't been wearing her jewelry or why her Birkenstocks were loose before reality altered to include her removing her jewelry for a fitting at the store. "I’m so damn short," she murmured to her reflection in the mirror, "but oh honey, I’m not bad looking for 65 years old. I have a husband who can reach things for me!" Referring to herself confidently she continued, "Just grab the milk and the wine, Linda, and make your way up front. Bill will find me before I’m done checking out, or he can walk home and sleep on the couch tonight. I still remember my 50th birthday when he surprised me with a weekend getaway, I could’ve killed him, what a crazy man I married." Glowing with pride, she looked at her wedding ring and declared, "I’m grateful for my husband, Bill, and my daughters, Denise, and Caroline." Linda remembered moving to Georgia in 2005 for Bill's job; the Poplar springs and oak trees became their new home essence. She started humming "I Will Survive" by Gloria Gaynor as she made her way out of the store. Driving down the street, Linda noticed a young woman with a brightly adorned smartphone. "Oh, look at that phone! Kids these days with their gadgets... So much connectivity," she remarked enviously. Returning home to an empty house, Linda called out with a sassy twang in her voice, "Hello, everyone? Bill, are you home? Denise or Caroline?" Feeling the cool breeze, she sat her purse down and walked to the hall mirror. “Not bad looking for 65,” she mused. “I remember graduating college with my master’s in 1980, from University of Florida.” Attempting to reach a jar off the top kitchen shelf, she stood on tiptoe in her Birkenstocks but to no avail. "I wish I wasn’t home alone. I really want that jar from the top shelf. If only Bill were here or at least Denise or Caroline, I am definitely taller than Margaret, Emily or Sarah," she lamented. Her thoughts drifted back to the year she got her Birkenstocks, given to her by Bill as a present, during a hiking trip they took for their anniversary. She hugged the memory close before deciding it was time for bed, still wearing her outfit and the Birkenstocks. As sleep claimed her, dreams of childhood and teenage years flooded her mind. Linda, in her youth, floated by in adorable dresses, delicately embroidered. “I wish I were a princess,” young Linda whispered. Her high school days were filled with memories of skimpy skirts and crop tops. “Hey there, handsome,” teenage Linda flirted. When she first met Bill, she had been dancing at a roller rink, her dress billowing as she spun. “Fancy meeting you here, sailor,” she quipped to Bill, as youth smiled brightly on her. More recent memories played, those of family dinners and quiet nights with Bill and the girls. Jerking awake, she yelled out loud, "Bill!" before adding flirtatiously, “You owe me a nice glass of wine,” and then slipped back to sleep. The next morning, Linda readied herself for another day of errands, fully absorbed in her new identity. She put her summer outfit and Birkenstocks back on with no lingering memory of the little boy named Tommy who once walked the aisles of that store.
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