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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 Mexican woman with a Mexican hairstyle in a bun, a tank top and shorts and Mexican women's traditional flip flops with her nails painted and a wedding ring on her finger and jewelry all over her body with a description of the jewelry and a name and description of the flip flops. Reveal the Mexican woman's name, age, height, weight being over 300 pounds, birthday being different from his grandma, birth year be the same as his grandma, hair color and eye color. Have the 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 spot a bag or purse of some kind with a description of what's inside a salon stylist would have for herself along with personal items. Have the boy suddenly need to use the bathroom innocently yelling out he had to potty and have it be in quoted text with words spelled different cause of a lisp. Have the boy decide to go down a hallway thinking it led to the bathroom as he walked with his head up looking at something else not looking at the ground. Have the boy trip over something losing his balance before looking down realizing he accidentally tripped over the flip flops 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 flip flops when his feet started cracking and aging and changing color into female feet with nail polish matching the woman's. Have the boy frantically pull the flip flops removing them 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 he doesn't wanna be an icky girl and have it be in quoted text with words spelled wrong cause of a lisp. Have him somehow find out the birth year of the Mexican woman he was becoming realizing he was now born the same year as his grandma and much older than his mom and aunt causing him to shake and cry in fear. 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 own shoes and socks disappear completely worrying him. 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 flip flops and her hair being up. Have the boy's memories start altering as his voice and accent changed into a Mexican one. Have the boy continue singing the song to calm himself down as his memories altered completely as he was singing an American lullaby and have it be in quoted text as it morphs into a traditional Mexican song having the quoted text morph midway through but also having the Mexican 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 flip flops which were hers of course. Have her decide to put her hair up with a description of the way she did her hair with a step by step process of how she did it. She then strutted over to where her jewelry was adding it all to her outfit as well as adding her wedding ring being specific about the jewelry she was adding and where she was adding it and how she was adding it with a step by step process on what she was doing with the jewelry. Have her then pick up her flip flops walking to a nearby chair and sitting down and setting the flip flops down momentarily. Have her bend down slipping each flip flop in it's rightful spot onto her feet with a step by step process on what she was doing. Have her then adjust her outfit and her flip flops in a feminine way doing womanly things as she walked around her salon stumbling and losing her flip flops once again momentarily. Have her grab them again putting them on once again slipping them on and adjusting her hair and with very detailed descriptions. Have the woman look around her salon wondering what she was doing moments ago strutting around loudly and worriedly before saying out loud that she wondered what she was doing and where did the boy go and have it be in quoted text in broken English with words spelled wrong and halted English. Have her say how she's so confused as to why there are no customers today and have it be in quoted text in broken English with words spelled wrong and halted English with words pronounced with different letters than they're supposed to. Have her spot her bag or purse walking over to it and going through it and pulling something out being feminine traditional and her using it. Have her continue to tidy up her salon being specific on what she was doing while happily strutting around in her flip flops singing a traditional Mexican song while she worked with a step by step on how she was moving and what she was cleaning. Have her start sweeping glancing down at her flip flops stomping once with each foot as she just loved the way they made her feel with her loudly mocking her short height and being a short Mexican woman and have it be in quoted text and broken and halted English. Have her smile as she looked at her reflection seeing the only reflection she had known her entire life adjusting a random part of her outfit in the mirror before sitting down. Have her look at herself in the mirror smiling before spotting a bug in the corner of her salon. Have her instantly yell like a Mexican woman and have it be in quoted text cursing the bug and before taking off her flip flop and squashing the bug and putting her flip flop back on. Have the woman laugh and say my husband gets hit by these most and have it be in quoted text and halted Mexican accented English using the Spanish word for sandals. Have her decide to close up shop for the day due to lack of customers walking over to her purse picking it up and going through it and putting on a pair of sunglasses and throwing it over her shoulder with a step by step process of her doing it all.
In the sunny state of Florida, 2021, there lived a young lad named Logan Davis. Logan had just turned six on September 23rd, which was typical of the Virgo starsign to which he belonged. Born in 2015, this innocent child stood a child's average height of 3'9" tall and weighed a healthy 48 lbs. His hair was often described as raven black with a slight curl at the end, usually trimmed to a short but maintained look. His eyes, a piercing cerulean blue, often left people in awe. Logan's mother, Michelle Davis, was a young woman of 24 who celebrated her birthday on March 4th. Being born in 1997 made her quite young when she had Logan. Standing at 5'5" and weighing 130 lbs, Michelle was a glowing woman of health and youth. Her hair, a cascading waterfall of auburn curls, often tied in a messy bun or left loose to dance on her shoulders. Her eyes, a warm brown, shone with love and motherly care. Logan's father, Alex Davis, did not play a part in his life anymore. At the age of 27, Alex, born on July 31st, 1994, was an intimidating 6'2" tall man who weighed around 180 lbs. He sported platinum blonde hair, a contrast against Logan's black locks, usually kept in a neat trim. His eyes, sadly, were a hauntingly identical cerulean, much like Logan's. Living with them was Michelle's younger sister, Lisa Smith, all of 22. Born on May 14th, 1999, Lisa was a stunning woman of an average height of 5'4" weighing around 120 lbs. Her hair, a peculiar shade of raven black, often had streaks of funky colors. Her eyes, however, were a hazel hue providing a nice symmetry to her looks. Her husband, Ryan Smith, a busy man of 25, born January 7th, 1996, was an imposing figure standing tall at 6' and weighing 160 lbs. His hair was a dusty coal black that was always styled in messy spikes, his eyes a captivating green shade hardly seen due to his work commitments. Logan's grandmother, Margret Johnson, was the eldest of the household at the age of 62. Born on April 10th, 1959, she was an ageing beauty of 5'3" and a healthy weight of 150 lbs. Her hair now was mostly silver but in her youth, she had gorgeous red curls. Her eyes, a cheerful green, were always soft and caring, despite her age. One sunny day, Logan set out for his first walk alone to the salon. The lady working there was a Mexican woman named Rosa. A charismatic woman of 62, 5'1" in height, and a weight of over 300 pounds, she was born on July 13th in the year 1959. Rosa's hair was a beautiful jet black, styled in a traditional Mexican bun, and her eyes were a deep, dark brown. She was dressed in a tank top and shorts, her feet clad in traditional Mexican flip flops decorated with sequins and colorful beads, her nails were painted a vibrant red and her shapely wrist adorned with a gold band symbolizing her marital status. "Wait here, little one. I'll bring something back for you," Rosa said in halting English. She then walked into the backroom, her flip flops slapping against the tiled floor. While waiting, Logan took off his own shoes and socks, wriggling his little toes against the cold floor. The salon was adorned with Rosa's personal items; a handbag draped over the armrest of a barber chair was filled with hair clips, combs, and an array of hair products. Logan, striding in amusement, realized he had to use the restroom. "I gots to party," he announced in his tiny voice, words slightly misshapen due to his lisp. He walked with his head held high, leading him to trip over Rosa's flip flops which had been discarded hurriedly on the floor. Logan, in his innocence, decided to put them on, itching to experience the loud clap of those flip flops himself. Suddenly, Logan's feet began to change. He felt the skin cracking and tanning, the nails taking on a painted red hue. He frantically tried to remove the flip flops, but the change kept going on. His blue sailor suit began to morph into Rosa's tank top and shorts. His voice hitched with fear; "I'm gunna miss mommy an’ gwama so much. I didn’t do anyfing wrong, I just had to potty...I dun wanna be a icky giiirl," he stammered, words garbled due to his lisp". He remembered Rosa's birth year, 1959, which was the same as his grandma's, it was that realization that he was changing into Rosa, who was older than his mother and aunt, terrified him to his core. Barely holding onto his sanity, he let loose a song that his mother often sung to him, a soft American lullaby that began to morph into a traditional Mexican song; "Hush little one, tómalo con calma, no hay razón para temer..." the transformation was brutal yet swift. Adrift in his fear and disorientation, a sense of calm started to wash over him. His fear subsiding, he looked down at his own outfit, an exact copy of Rosa's minus her jewelry and the bun her hair was held up in. Memories of his past life began to blur, his voice developing a Mexican accent. The song that was once a soothing lullaby now became a traditional Mexican song, a melody of comfort in his new reality. As he finished his song, the stream of his memories slowed to a stop. The jewelry on the counter began to look familiar. He reached out for the hair tine first, stepping over to the mirror to slide it deftly around his black locks, rolling it up to shape the bun. The necklace was second, feeling its weight around his neck followed by each pulse of his heart as he looped it around twice. The small pair of gold hoops decorated his earlobes next, his shakey fingers sliding them through the matching piercings. Then, he spotted the flip flops. He walked over to a salon chair, picking up the flip flops and sitting on the comfortable leather. His right foot slipped into the flip flop first, the sequined design caressing his arch before he followed the same procedure with his left foot. Lastly, he took the gold band from the counter, slipping it onto his left ring finger with a sense of everlasting memory. Having adorned himself with what used to be Rosa's, he stepped up onto his feet only to lose a flip flop. He bent down to retrieve it, his fingers expertly closing the straps over his foot. The heavy jewelry clinked against her body, her bun bobbed as she moved across the room picking up a duster to tidy up. Her brow furrowed as she questioned herself, "What was I doing? Where the little boy go?" her voice echoed in the room. She looked around, her brow creasing. She shrugged and continued dusting around, humming a traditional Mexican tune. As she tried to regain her bearings, she spotted her handbag. She moved towards it, her fingers exploring the depths to find her ultimate weapon; her hair spray. Every strand of her hair found its place, her red lips curling into a satisfied smile. Her day was slowly coming back to her. She started sweeping the floor, each action filled with the rhythm of her Mexican song. She paused her sweeping, stomping her feet clad in her flip flops in appreciation. "Ay, it feels so good to be a Mexican woman," she laughed, her thick accent filling the room. Her eyes then drifted to a corner of her salon spotting a creepy factory crawling up her wall. She shrieked, pulling off one of her flip flops and launching it at the bug. The bug was gone in an instant, a victorious laugh echoing around the room. "My husband gets hit by chanclas more," she chuckled to herself. The salon was just as it should be once again, as usual, her world was back in order. Rosa was ready to greet another day, a day full of familiar norms and routines.
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