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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 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 slightly older 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 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 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 trying to remove them to stop the changes as they crept up his legs and he started changing more finally removing the platform sandals 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 have it be in quoted text in perfect little boy 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. 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 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 causing his innocent song to turn into a traditional female Korean song midway through and have it be in quoted text with the English song lyrics changing into the traditional Korean song and translated and also written in English too. Please have the boy be singing one song and have it be in quoted text as it morphs into a 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 strutting over to where her jewelry was adding it all to her outfit as well as adding her wedding ring being specific about what 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 and slipping the platform sandals onto her feet. Have her then adjust her outfit and her platform sandals in a feminine way doing womanly things as she walked around her salon with detailed descriptions on how she adjusted her outfit and adjusted her platform sandals 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 and include an explanation for why the Korean woman was barefoot and not wearing any of her jewelry or her wedding ring and include it in the story. Have the woman look around her salon wondering where the kid she was waiting on went before shrugging and tidying it up even more having no memory of who she used to be saying out loud that she wondered where the little boy went and have it be in quoted text in very broken English with words spelled wrong and halted English and have her look around in ignorance not remembering what she had been doing. Have her say how short she is and how the platform sandals don't make her much taller and have it be in quoted text and very broken English not knowing what platform sandals are called calling them something different as her eyes gazed at a photograph of a younger woman. Have her instantly look at the photograph with a smile as she remembered that this was a photograph of a female family member when she was much younger being specific on how old she was in the photo and what she was wearing and doing and where she was and who the family member was. Have her continue to tidy up her salon being specific on what she was doing to tidy it up all while happily strutting around in her platform sandals hearing the thump they made each time they hit the ground when she walked. Have her add yet another accessory to her outfit being specific on what she was adding and why.
In the quaint town of Carson City, Nevada lived an endearing and vibrant boy named Jacob. He was exactly six years, five months and twelve days old, born on the beautiful spring day of March 21, 2015. Energetic and noticeably tall for his age, at 3 feet 10 inches and weighing 45 pounds, Jacob was often mistaken for a slightly older boy. His chocolate brown hair was always styled messily, with unruly tresses that bounced as he moved. His twinkling blue eyes were filled with childlike wonder, pushing his glasses up his button nose every now and then. His mother, Charlotte, was a young woman of 25 years, standing at 5 feet 3 inches and weighing 125 pounds. She was born in the winter season on January 15, 1996. Her radiant, chestnut hair cascaded in waves down her shoulders, and shimmering green eyes reflected her kind heart. Jacob's father was a man named Adam who was out of the picture. He was 27, born August 16, 1994, and was 5 feet 9 inches tall and weighed 160 pounds. His striking black hair was always styled in a simple buzz cut, and his deep-set gray eyes held an intense gaze. On Jacob's mother's side of the family was an aunt, named Lisa, who was only 23 years old. Lisa, a health-conscious woman of 5 feet 5 inches, maintained her weight at a healthy 130 pounds. She was born on April 12, 1998, with curly, auburn hair that she binds in a tight ponytail, and hazel eyes full of determination. Lisa's husband, an ambitious man named Mark, was busy making name for himself at his booming architecture job at the age of 26, born on June 6, 1995. Mark was a tall man of 6 feet 2 inches and weighed 180 pounds. His beach blonde hair was styled into a sleek, professional look, and his brown eyes held focused determination. Grandmother Agnes, lived nearby, a spry 67-year-old woman born July 10, 1954. She was a comfortably pudgy 5 foot 6 inches and weighed 160 pounds. Her once-ebony hair was now dyed a vibrant red, curls bouncing around in an old-fashioned hairstyle, while her warm brown eyes sparkled with wisdom. Jacob found himself before the creaky entrance of a salon--'K-Pretty'-- pushing the door open and stepping inside. The salon was owned by Mrs. Minji Park, a delightful Korean woman in her early 70s. She was slightly shorter than Jacob's grandma, standing around 5 feet 3 inches, and weighed a healthy 140 pounds. Mrs. Park, born May 5, 1950, boasted a stylish, silver-haired pixie cut--classic yet cute--and wore a pair of vibrant violet contacts. Mrs. Park was clad in a fitted blazer over a silk lilac blouse, her high-waisted trousers accented her figure, and her trendy platform sandals added inches to her petite frame. Her well-manicured, fiery-red nails, matching her lip color, clicked against the glittering jewelry that adorned her body. Her graceful fingers vainly flaunted a wedding ring, presumably from Mr. Park who passed away years ago. "Wait here, yeogi, I come back," Mrs. Park’s voice, broken with years and accent, echoed as she practiced her English, exiting the room with a resounding click of her platform sandals leaving them behind. While waiting, inquisitiveness took over and Jacob slipped off his shoes and socks, welcoming the cool tiled floor that swept under his little feet. The chill created goose-bumps on his skin, but he didn't mind. He fondly looked around the salon, absorbing every color, decoration, the mirrors reflecting his adventure into this new surrounding. Suddenly, he realized a familiar tug, "I gotta potty!" his voice echoed playfully around the room. He ventured down the hallway hoping to find a bathroom when he tripped and fell onto a pair of discarded platform sandals. With a giggle, Jacob decided to try them on, strutting around a little before realizing his clothes had evaporated into thin air. Panicking, he tried to tug the sandals off as his feet seemed to grow -- morphing into the very feet of Mrs. Park’s that had previously occupied the sandals. As he wrestled them off, he couldn't help but notice the strange change still moving up his legs. "I'm gonna miss mommy and grandma so much! I didn't do anything wrong. I just had to potty,” his voice wavered in fear, but a silent understanding forced its way into his heart. He felt older than his grandma and much older than his mom and aunt. With teary eyes, he started singing his mom’s soothing song, “Mommy said, count to ten...” But halfway, his voice started changing into a harmonious, womanly tone and his English words shifted into Korean, continuing the song in a different tongue, “… 엄마가 말했어, 십 세까지 셀거야 (Mommy said, count to ten...)” He looked down at his now womanly body, clad in the same outfit as Mrs. Park earlier, minus the jewelry and wedding ring, and those decorating platform sandals. His memory started shaping differently too, replacing the playful recollections with experiences and knowledge of a Korean woman. As new memories took hold of his mind, "Singing soothes me," she thought in Korean, her accent thick and her voice now with the soft maturity of Mrs. Park. She spotted her jewelry and ring across the room, the same her husband had gifted her decades ago. Striding over, she slipped on her cascading dangle earrings, added her charm-laden bracelet, clasped on her intricately designed necklace and finally slid the wedding ring back onto her finger. She walked to the nearest chair, picked up her platform sandals and slid them onto her now smooth and manicured feet. She reveled in the familiar feel of the heel and the way her foot fit snuggly into the platform straps. She slid her fingers into the slots, adjusting the sandals to make them snug against her now older feet. “Now I am Minji Park, the 71-year-old salon owner,” she thought, and suddenly found herself back in the salon, barefoot because she often found comfort in roaming around without her footwear, leaving her platform sandals behind after her lunch break, because she loved to relax her feet. She looked around the quaint salon, wondering about the six-year-old boy she was supposed to cut hair for. “Why littu boy go?” she queried aloud in broken English, blaming it on her poor language skills. She didn't remember the little boy was herself a mere time ago. She patted her short stature, saying to herself, "Such tiny me, no tall even in big shoes," fumbling for the English equivalent of platform sandals. Her eyes landed on an old photograph of a younger woman. With a tender smile, she could recognize it as her mother's photograph back when she was just 20, standing in front of their old rustic family home in the countryside, donning a traditional hanbok, a youthful glow around her and her olive eyes shining with life. The salon felt a little unsettled, she decided to spruce up. She smoothed out the brochures, fluffed up the cushions, dusted off the mirrors and arranged the products on the showcase. The rhythmic thumping of her platform sandals on the laminate floor filled the room as her feminine gait, a ritualistic strut, echoed. Just before the day ended, she decided to add a stunning sapphire brooch, which her mother had passed down to her, to her blazer, to honor the memory her mother's photograph evoked. Every piece of jewelry, each aspect of her outfit, and every thump of her platform straps echoed with a story, a memory, a legacy, and a reality that was Minji Park’s own. The day had looped into a curious change that only she held the secret to. A secret traced back to a curious six-year-old boy named Jacob and a pair of mystical platform sandals.
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