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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 even her hair 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 she was barefoot and not wearing any of her jewelry or her wedding ring and why she put it all back on and that she was now the one sitting in the chair and she never left the room to get anything and she had absolutely no idea how the boy disappeared or why his shoes and socks were on the ground leaving her extremely nervous and worried and include it in the story. Have the woman look around her salon wondering where the kid she was waiting on went strutting around loudly and worriedly 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. Have her continue to tidy up her salon being specific on what she was doing 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 grab something else that belonged to her adding it to the outfit being specific on what she was adding and why.
In the heart of Lawrence, Kansas, a six-yearold boy named Tommy Lee was embarking on his first adventure alone. Tommy was born on April 25th in 2015, making him a spirited and independent Taurus with a height of about 3 feet 7 inches and weighing roughly 45 pounds. He has fiery red hair always in a tousled child’s cut and dazzling emerald-green eyes that reflect his bright spirit and youthful exuberance. Tommy's young mom, Emily, is twenty-four and shares Tommy's distinct red hair and green eyes. She was born November 4th, 1996, is 5 feet 5 inches, and weighs around 130 pounds. Emily's birth in the tail-end year of the millennials gave her a unique character mix, combining the resilience of the previous generation with the adaptability of the digital age. Tommy’s dad, Michael, has unfortunately not been in Tommy's life much. Michael, at 26, born June 21st, 1995, stands tall at 5 feet 11 inches and weighs around 180 pounds. He shares Tommy’s distinct green eyes but dons short, black hair styled in a modern fade cut. Tommy's Aunt Rachel, Emily's younger sister at 22, was born February 1st, 1999. Rachel stands 5 feet 4 inches tall, weighs 120 pounds, has brown hair in a bob cut, and mesmerizing hazel eyes. His Uncle Jerry, born August 12th, 1997, is much like Michael in his rarely appearing in Tommy’s life. However, at 23 years old, Jerry is 5 feet 9 inches tall and weighs 170 pounds. He has fashionable chestnut hair styled in a signature man bun and the same enchanting hazel eyes common in Emily's family. Tommy’s Grandma, a sweet woman named Margaret, born January 15th, 1940, has about 5 feet 2 inches of height despite the looming weight of her 81 years. She weighs approximately 145 pounds, has her once black hair now silvered with age styled in a classic bob, and possesses the family's distinct emerald green eyes. Tommy set out to explore the local salon alone for the first time. As he entered the salon, he was cheerfully greeted by the owner named Sun-Hee. Born on November 30th, 1938, Sun-Hee was a Korean woman, slightly shorter than Margaret and older. Her hair, dyed to perfection in a pair of autumn tones, was cut in an chic pixie cut styled with an Asian flair. Sun-Hee radiated a regalness with her assortment of jewelry. Silver bangles hugged her wrists, her fingers adorned with a variety of rings, including an opulent wedding ring signifying her marital status. Her ears were graced with dangling emerald green earrings that glistened in the air. Sun-Hee's beauty was further enhanced by the hint of pastel pink blush on her cheekbones and her eyes shone brightly, a hazel-brown mirror of the soul that matched well with her Korean physique. The beauty of her lips was amplified by the light red color of her lipstick, the same shade of red as her meticulously manicured nails. "Wait here, I get thing for you," she expressed in her broken English. "You shoe here," she pointed out, gesturing towards a comfortable chair. Sun-Hee then left the room to fetch the necessary supplies for Tommy's haircut. With curiosity peeking, Tommy glanced around the room. He kicked off his shoes and relished the cold tiled floor against his bare feet, tugging at his socks so he too could experience the coldness. His gaze fell on the striking Korean platform sandals. As he explored, he felt an innocent urge to use the bathroom. "Excuse me, I gotta go potty," he announced in his squeaky voice, but there was no one to hear. He, instead, took it upon himself to hunt down the bathroom, fists clenched, chin up as he scoured the hallway. Midway, he tripped over the pair of platform sandals that had been left carelessly and giggled as he slipped them on by accident. As he playfully tried to remove them, his clothes miraculously evaporated, arousing his anxiety. To his astonishment, his feet started to crack and age into female feet, the nails painted the same shade of red as Sun-Hee's. He fervently tried to shake the shoes off, but to no avail. "I'm gonna miss mommy and grandma so much! I didn’t do anything wrong, I just had to potty!" he squeaked and panicked. Realizing he would need to calm himself, Tommy began to sing the comfort song Emily often sang to him. As he watched his body morph into a matured form akin to Sun-Hee's, the song in his childish voice morphed too. "Humpty dumpty sat on a wall..." began to change, mid-chorus he transitioned from English into a traditional Korean song, "Arirang, Arirang, Arariyo... (아리랑, 아리랑, 아라리요...)”. His memories of Tommy slowly altered into Sun-Hee but the song remained his familiar balm against fear, slowly morphing into a new kind of comfort. Breathing softly, Sun-Hee finished her song and gazed at herself, realizing she was now Sun-Hee entirely but dressed exactly as she usually was minus her jewelry, rings and the platform shoes. She remembered earlier she had slipped off her jewelry for a quick rest, also leaving her platforms aside. She slid over to her accessories and meticulously began to adorn herself with her usual collection – the silver bangles slithering over her lite wrists, the green earrings once again glistening in her earlobes, and finally, she slid her wedding ring back on, right on the ring finger of her left hand. She then spotted her platform sandals and gently slipped her feet back into them. With a satisfied sigh, she stood, adjusting her blazer and blouse. She'd twirl towards the mirror and pat down her pixie cut hair, then bend over to visually check the sandals, adjust the strap gently with her carefully manicured nails. She replayed the memory in her head, trying to understand the episode of her momentary lose of identity and things left scattered. For a moment she was worried, looking around the room for the child she was supposed to be attending. But as she looked for him, she realized she had never left the room to fetch anything. “Very shout lady these sandals not help much.” She murmured, staring down at her platforms, Sun-Hee shrugged her petite shoulders, returning to the tidying of her salon. She adjusted her outfit, straightened her hair, checked the platform sandals for comfort and began her routine. Looking at the boy's abandoned shoes startled her initially. "Where boy? Where he go?" she mumbled to herself, but then shrugged, tidying up the salon Theresa-style: dusting the counters, fluffing the pillows, adjusting chairs. Her nervousness smoothed with each task, the clacking of her platform sandals against the salon floor providing a rhythm to her actions. Remembering her apron near the counter, she strided towards it and picked it up, adjusting it on her outfit. As her petite body moved around the salon, the gentle tap of her sandals and soft rustle of her clothes continued to be a source of comfort, bringing back her usual confidence and ability to face another day's work in stride without knowing the strange turn of events that had occurred earlier.
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