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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 say to herself really ___ you decided on your wedding sandals today after not wearing them in __ years oh well i suppose they are mine the same sandals i wore years before i gave birth to ____ i still remember being pregnant and the ___ that came with it i was so ___ back then i'm so much smarter and wiser now and have it be in quoted text speaking with a mature motherly tone. 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.
In the Midwest United States, lived a 6-year-old boy named Bobby. Charming Bobby was born on 1st August 2015, standing at a height of 3 feet and 9 inches, weighing 42 pounds, hailing from the state of Illinois. He sported a boyish brunette bowl-cut hair style and captivating brown eyes. Bobby's mother, Laura, a vibrant woman in her early twenties, was born on May 5th, 1995. She measured 5 feet and 6 inches, with a healthy weight of 130 pounds. Laura was blessed with wavy, chestnut brown hair cascading down to her shoulders, and beautiful green eyes that mirrored her remarkable spirit. Bobby's aunt, Sarah, standing at 5 foot 7 and weighing approximately 140 pounds, was born on June 17th, 1987. She had wavy raven-black hair that was usually tied into an elegant bun and stunning blue eyes that seemed to have a cryptic story hidden behind them. Bobby's grandmother, Martha, born on March 12th, 1951, carried the mature aura of her 70 years well. Measuring 5 foot 5 inches in height and 160 pounds in weight, Martha was characterized by her short, silver-grey hair, neatly set in a bob-cut style and mesmerizing grey eyes, a testament to the wisdom these years brought along. One beautiful summer day in 2021, Bobby was spending the day at his friend, Timmy's house for the first time. Timmy, also 6 years old, was born on January 2nd, 2015. He was the same height and weight as Bobby at 3 feet 9 inches and 42 pounds. However, he was distinguishable by his mop of golden hair and his ice-blue eyes. Upon leaving her son at Timmy's house, Laura had entrusted Bobby with some spare money, his small phone, and a cherished photo of the family – a tangible piece of home, a reminder of the love that surrounded him. Timmy's mother, Mrs. Johnson, born on April 15th, 1981, amassing 40 years of age, stood at 5-foot-8 and weighed 150 pounds. Mrs. Johnson sported a stylishly-trimmed, blonde bob and her crystal hazel eyes added a certain depth to her personality, and it was accentuated by her tasteful makeup and deep, red lipstick. Spotting Bobby's phone, money, and photo as he entered the house, Mrs. Johnson scooped up the items without a second thought. Dressed in her black blazer, grey blouse, ankle cut pants, and adorned with jewelry all over her body, including a wedding ring, she surely was a sight to behold. "Ah'm sowwy, Mis' Johnson, kin Ah've mah stuff back please?" pleaded Bobby, lisping due to his missing front tooth. "No, Bobby," denied Mrs. Johnson in a stern tone. "I'm confiscating these while you're over. It is not necessary for your stay here." Announcing to her son that she was heading out to buy groceries, Mrs. Johnson exterminated the hope that Bobby might retrieve his belongings before she left. However, the encouragement from Timmy ignited a newfound determination in Bobby. Robert successfully entered Mrs. Johnson's room after a long scavenger hunt for his stuff. Shoeless and sockless, he finally spotted his phone, money, and picture on her dresser. As he approached the dresser, he unexpectedly tripped and stumbled, finding himself now wearing Mrs. Johnson's wedding sandals. The ornately-decorated beige sandals, encrusted with line of faux pearls along the straps, gave an air of unexpected elegance to their diminutive new wearer. In a baffling instant, Bobby felt his feet start to grow, his toes turning feminine, and the nails painted a glossy red like Mrs. Johnson's. "NOOOO...I don' wanna be Ti'mmy's momma! She took mah things, I didn' do anyfin wrong… 'tis ain't fair!" cried Bobby, yanking at the sandals, seeking to reclaim his own form. Despite his struggles, his transformation wasn't ready to halt there. Bobby's legs started to shift, resembling Mrs. Johnson's lean and makeup-adorned legs. His lower torso started to morph, and so did the rest of his body, giving the impression of Mrs. Johnson's curvy frame donning the black blazer, grey blouse, and ankle cut pants. His arms reformed, hands transitioning from plump and juvenile to slender and graceful, adorned with the woman's signature red nails. In a desperate scuffle, Bobby managed to yank off one sandal, marking an abrupt end to the transformation, except for his head. Feeling the brief respite, he bent down to remove the other one. But before he could do so, he felt a sudden jerk in his head, followed by gradual changes. The transformation completed, Bobby found himself fully replaced by Mrs. Johnson. She looked around her room in confusion, noticing the trio she confiscated earlier – the phone, some money, and a photo. Spotting one sandal just slipping off her foot and the other barely clinging, she chuckled and mumbled to herself. "Really, Janet? You decided on your wedding sandals today after not wearing them in 20 years? Oh well, I suppose they are mine. The same sandals I wore years before I gave birth to Timmy. I still remember being pregnant and the joy that came with it, I was so naive back then, I’m so much smarter and wiser now." Walking across the room, she picked up the discarded sandal, before making sure the other one was snug on her foot. Grabbing her jewelry, she stat down by a mirror and started to adorn herself one piece at a time. The familiar weight and coolness of each accessory made her feel at home, and she concluded with her wedding ring, sliding it on with a content smile. Finally, she styled her hair neatly, completing the transformation that a pair of sandy wedding sandals had set in motion.
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