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Question: Write me a long and detailed story the way I write about a 6 year old boy with a description of his name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, eye color, hair color and style and what state he lives in. Include his young mom's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, eye color, hair color and style. Include his dad who no longer is a part of his life's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, eye color, hair color and style. Include his young aunt's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, eye color, hair color and style. Include his uncle who no longer is a part of his life's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, eye color, hair color and style. Include his grandma's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, eye color, hair color and style. Have him be at home getting ready to go over to his friend's house for the first time alone with permission from his mom. Have his friend be a girl and include her name, age height, weight, birthday, birth year, eye color, hair color and style. Have him be almost ready to go when he is unable to find the key part of his outfit and include what that missing piece is. Have him say where is my ___ oh man i want __ to see it and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks spelled wrong cause of a lisp. Have one of the boy's female family members admit she hid his thing in a random part of the house and have it be in quoted text. Have the boy frustratingly look around for his thing spotting in a random room of the house. Have him take off his shoes and socks for some reason as he approached it. Have him be looking directly at the thing not looking at the ground tripping over something. Have him look down to see a pair of women's Birkenstocks he accidentally slipped his feet into and include a description of the girly Birkenstocks. Have him try to remove them being unable to when his feet started cracking and aging to fit the Birkenstocks. Include a detailed description of his toenails becoming painted and have his clothes evaporate into thin air. Have the changes continue up his ankles changing color to bronze as his ankles widened and feminized as a rose tattoo formed on one of his ankles scaring him. Have him try very hard tugging at the Birkenstocks unable to as the changes kept coming as his torso and chest changed and feminized gaining boobs. Have his arms and fingers and shoulders change as more tattoos formed on him that were just as feminine. Have his head and face and hair shift as his features feminized. Have an outfit of a very skimpy crop top and short shorts on him of some kind as he looked in the mirror and didn't recognize who he was. Have accessories and tons of jewelry and a pair of sunglasses form on his head and a wrap around purse form on him as his memories shifted until he only remembered being the woman. Reveal the woman's name, race being Hispanic, age being in her 30s, birthday, birth year, height being short, weight, hair color and style and eye color. Have the woman look around the house in confusion before saying where am i i don't recognize this place come on ____ think i swear i was just ____ and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks spelling words wrong due to a Spanglish thick accent still speaking English. Have her pull out her car keys looking down at her outfit before smiling and saying wow ___ you look so good for ___ i love being a ___ ___ and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks spelling words wrong due to a thick Spanglish accent still speaking English.
Once upon a time, in the quiet city of Sacramento, California, lived a sprightly boy named Liam O' Connor. Liam, a 6-year-old, had a petite frame standing at 3 feet, 7 inches, and weighed a mere 49 pounds. His cherubic face structured with deep-set sky-blue eyes and a head filled with messy chestnut curls were a sight to behold. Liam's birthday, December 15th, 2014, made him a Sagittarius, full of life and optimism. His mother, Lauren O'Connor, was a stunning 25-year-old woman who stood 5’ 6” tall and weighed 140 pounds. Born on May 12th, 1995, she bore captivating emerald eyes and long wavy chestnut hair that framed her slender face perfectly. His father, Michael O'Connor, though not actively involved in Liam's life, was a 28-year-old man who stood 6'2" with a stout build of 200 pounds. His birthday fell on August 8th, 1992. The once captivating couple shared a similar hair feature - curly flaming red hair. However, Michael kept his hair short and clean. His aloof blue eyes spoke a distinct story of their own. Among the O'Connors was Liam's young Aunt Juliette, a pleat of freshness. This 22-year-old lass was a slight figure at 5’5” and weighed just 120 pounds. Her birthday registered on February 14th, 1999, leaving an essence of love in her presence. Her sapphire blue eyes shone vividly, and her vibrant red hair was customarily tied up in an effortless bun. His Uncle Richard, though distant, was a 30-year-old man standing 5'10" with an average weight of 180 pounds. Born on November 11th, 1990, he had irises replicating a swirl of the mocha, his shoulder-length brown hair completed the frame of his edgy personality. Lastly, ruling the root of the family was Grandma Lily, a lively 60-year-old woman who was a comfortable 5'3" and 160 pounds. Her birthday, April 1st, 1961, rendered her an unstoppable Aries. Her wise grey eyes shimmered under her short silver bob haircut framing her soft features. One usual morning, as the city woke to the chirping of birds, Liam was all geared up to visit his friend's house, an exciting adventure given that it was his first time going alone, thanks to his mom. His friend was a petite 6-year-old girl, Emma with rosy cheeks, standing at 3'6", her weight exactly at 45 pounds. Born on June 16th, 2014, her azure blue eyes sat beautifully under her blonde hair neatly braided. As Liam dressed, he realized he was missing his sherbet green cap, his outfit's key element. "Where ish my cap, oh man I want Em to shee it," he lisped in despair. "Oh, I think I saw your cap in the room upstairs," his Aunt Juliette admitted sheepishly. The frustration amplified within Liam as he scoured through the room, finally spotting his cap on a corner table. As he approached, he kicked off his shoes and socks. Liam, staring at his cap, didn’t notice that he had tripped over a pair of Birkenstocks, his feet slipping right in. The footwear was a woman's size, in a pastel pink shade with daisies printed on them. In an instant, he felt his feet becoming heavy, his toes transformed, and got painted in a glossy candy floss pink color. Suddenly, his clothes disappeared into thin air. The peculiar changes continued. His calf muscles trimmed down, and his skin took on a beautiful bronze hue. His ankles widened into a feminine curve, and a rosy floral tattoo emerged on his right ankle. This sight frightened him. However, his efforts to yank the Birkenstocks off were futile. Gradually, his torso transformed into a womanly figure, a pair of breasts taking shape. His arms, fingers, and shoulders were next to change, tattoos of cursive phrases, butterflies, and roses started forming. Finally, his hair changed to a fiery red and grew down to his waist, his face adapted a womanly finesse, and his boyish voice turned into a womanly tone. He was quickly adorned in a skimpy yellow crop top and denim shorts. As he looked in the mirror, he didn't recognize who he was. A pair of diamond hoop earrings, a multitude of bangles, a few layered necklaces, oversized sunglasses, and a leather wrap around purse emerged on him. His memories started fading, replacing with new ones. He had morphed into a woman in her 30's named Esperanza. She was a Hispanic woman standing 5’2” tall and weighing 125 pounds. Born May 10th, 1981, she had the most beautiful long curly burgundy hair and charming hazel eyes. Esperanza looked around the room in confusion, "Dónde estoy? I don't reconoshize this place. Come on, Espy, pienso! I swear I was just a little boy," she lisped with a thick Spanglish accent. Pulling her car keys from her new purse, she glanced at her reflection once more, "Ay, Esperanza, you look so good for your age, siempre. Ah, me encanta being a mujer, am a Latina at heart!".
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