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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 exactly like his friend's mom minus her jewelry and her wedding ring and her one wedding sandals. 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 when i married ____ 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 of her tightening the wedding sandals on her feet. Have her strut back to her jewelry grabbing all of it including her wedding ring. 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 year 2021, a young boy named Timothy "Timmy" Jones stood only 3 feet 8 inches tall at the mere age of six. Weighing in at 45 pounds, Timothy, with his mop of light brown, semi curly hair and bright green eyes, was a delightful sight. He had celebrated his birthday on the 28th of February, born in the year 2015. His mother, Sarah, was a young woman full of life. Despite having given birth at the tender age of 21, Sarah had always strived to provide her only child with the best. Now at 27, she had a petite figure, stood at 5 feet 6 inches tall, and barely weighed 120 lbs. Situated in the heartland of the US, in the state of Ohio, she was a classic brunette beauty with chestnut brown hair cut in a layered bob and hazel eyes that mirrored depth and maturity. Unable to ever forget the day she brought life into the world, she was born on the 20th of September, 1994. Sarah’s sister, Amanda, posed as an intriguing contrast to her. Now 30, standing at 5 feet 7 inches tall and slightly heavier at 130 lbs, Amanda was the blonde counterpart to her sister with playful curls cascading down her shoulders and bright blue eyes. Born on the 3rd of May, 1991, Amanda acted as the secondary guardian to Timmy. The matriarch of the family, Grandma Mary, adored by all, now 65, had shrunk to a delicate height of 5 feet 2 inches, with grey curls framing her face. Age and arthritis had weaned her weight down to a mere 110 lbs. Her old blue eyes twinkled with wisdom and warmth and held countless stories of her past. Blessed into existence on the 1st of January, 1956, she continued to be the solid rock of her family. One day, Timmy was going on his first sleepover to his friend's house, Michael. Michael, also 6, stood only a bit taller than Timmy at 3 feet 9 inches and weighed 47 pounds. With his dirty blonde hair and striking brown eyes, Michael was a friendly extrovert who loved playing with his friends. Born on the 5th of March, 2015, he was a loyal friend and neighbor to Timmy. His mother, Jennifer, a 45-year-old woman born on the 18th of March, 1976, stood a commanding 5 feet 9 inches tall and weighed a healthy 145 lbs. She had jet black hair styled in a high ponytail and piercing blue eyes for which she was widely known. Today, she wore a black blazer, gray blouse, and ankle cut pants, her nails painted a striking red, with layers of jewelry adorning her body. She was always seen fully made up, complete with bright red lipstick to match her nails. As Timmy arrived at Michael’s home, he was carrying small bills his mother had given him, his tiny phone, and an older leatherbound diary, his most cherished possession given to him by his Grandma Mary. Jennifer spotted the phone, the money, and the old diary and swiped them from Timmy, “Timmy, it's rules over here. While you're at our house, these things will be safe with me," she said in a stern motherly tone. "I need them back," Timmy begged, his tiny lisp turning the 's' into a soft 'th'. Jennifer calmly responded, "Timmy, I'm just keeping them safe while you play. Now run along with Michael.” Jennifer later told Michael she needed to go out to run an errand, "I need to pick up the dry cleaning, honey. Make sure you behave," and with that, she left. Seeing his mother out, Michael turned to Timmy, "We can try to get your stuff back now," he said, encouraging Timmy. On his friend's advice, Timmy stealthily sprinted around the house, having removed his shoes and socks for some nimble agility, in search of his confiscated items. Upstairs, in Jennifer’s room, he spotted his phone, his money, and his diary on the dressing table. However, as he moved towards them, his bare feet slipped into a pair of wedding sandals strewn casually on the floor. The sandals were sophisticated and styled, white with pearl embellishments, Jennifer's wedding sandals to be precise. He looked down to realize that his feet, once small and pudgy, were now grown to fit the sandals perfectly. His toenails had taken on a polished red hue as if freshly manicured. An almost magical transformation was taking place as his feet began to exhibit the same shape, structure, and finesse as Jennifer’s. "No, I don't wanna be Michael's mom. She took my things and I didn't do anything wrong. This isn't fair,” Timmy stammered, his lisp more pronounced. However, his protests were futile as his legs were beginning to morph into Jennifer’s slim figure. Subtle yet toned, they lost their childish roundness, becoming longer, the smooth skin revealing a pair of feminine legs. He frantically tugged at one of the sandals and managed to remove it. Relieved, he realized the sandals were causing the transformation. But before he could pull off the other one, his torso, chest, and arms began changing as well. His hands became slender and adorned the same red nail paint that freshly manicured his feet. His formless child's body was now molding into Jennifer's graceful posture, his upper body gaining the subtle curves of a woman. Just when he thought it couldn't get worse, his head jerked, and the transformation began there. His hair changed from light brown to jet black and tied itself in a high ponytail. His eyes from bright green to striking blue, his ears, lips, and teeth changed subtly into Jennifer’s and with a slight tickle, his voice deepened matching hers. In what felt like a final act of defiance, he bent down to remove the other wedding sandal, just when a wave of alien memories washed over him, transforming not just his body but also his mind into Jennifer’s. She looked around her room puzzled, her gaze stopping at her foot clad in one sandal, the other one now back in the corner. Laughing, she picked up the renegade sandal saying, "Really Jennifer, you decided on your wedding sandals today after not wearing them in 20 years? Oh well, they're mine, the same sandals I wore when I married Greg." She splendidly slipped on her sandal and strutted back to her dressing table adorned with her collection of jewelry. One by one, she adorned the pieces, each fitting perfectly as though made for her, ending with her wedding ring, slipping smoothly onto her finger. After admiring her reflection and her well-placed hair, she stepped out of her room, leaving behind a pair of child-sized shoes and socks and a tale of magical transformation.
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