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Question: The year is 2021. Write me a long and thorough and detailed story the way I have typed it out about a 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 being after June, birth year mentioned, hair color and style and eye color. Have him be walking to his grandma's home for the first time with a priceless item he cherished in his hand with a description of what he was holding. Have him knock on the door to have his grandma answer wearing her summer outfit of a tank top, shorts and a pair of women's sandals that had straps with her nails painted and old lady jewelry with a description of the jewelry and a wedding ring on her finger despite her husband not not being alive. Include his grandpa's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color and how he died. Have his grandma spot the item in his hand taking it from him to his shock. Have the boy beg for it back and have it be in quoted text spelled different cause of a lisp. Have his grandma tell him no not right now and have it be in quoted text speaking like an old lady as she walked away with his item in her hand. Have her let her grandson know she will be leaving for a while and have it be in quoted text saying where she's going. Have the boy wait for her to leave when he decided to take his shoes and socks off looking through the house for his missing thing his grandma had taken. Have him go to her room spotting his item in her room walking over to get with his head held high not looking at the ground when he tripped over something. Have him look down to see he had tripped over his grandma's sandals from earlier accidentally getting stuck on his feet. Have him go to take them off when his clothes disappeared and evaporated. Have his tiny feet crack and age getting wrinkly and feminine as his feet grew to fit the sandals with his toenails turning yellow and elderly. Have him try to remove them unable to freaking out as the changes crept up his legs as his legs lengthened and feminized with a step by step on his legs changing. Have him say he didn't do anything wrong and his grandma had taken his thing for no reason and he didn't wanna become his grandma and he didn't wanna be a girl and have it be in quoted text spelled wrong cause of a lisp. Have his body and arms change into his grandma's with a step by step process of his arms and hands and fingers and chest and belly changing. Have his head and hair and face change with a step by step process of all the changes happening as he started singing a lullaby his mom taught him to sing when he got worried or scared or nervous and have it be in quoted text. Have him successfully remove one of the sandals going to remove the other one when his fingers started pulsating in pain from his grandma's condition with the condition named. Have his grandma's outfit from earlier start forming on him as his voice shifted slowly to sounding like his grandma's. Have his memories slowly start changing as his mind matured and feminized until he was exactly like his grandma minus her jewelry and wedding ring and one sandal. Have his lullaby shift midway into simple confusion about why she was still home and have it be in quoted text mentioning the errand she had told her grandson she was gonna run earlier. Have her look around her bedroom noticing the phone she had confiscated earlier as well as her grandson's shoes and socks. Have her pick up the item putting it back where she had it picking up her grandson's shoes and socks and sticking them in the living room making a small comment about how phones were too complicated nowadays and have it be in quoted text sounding like an old lady. Have her spot one of her sandals picking it up and walking to a nearby chair to sit down putting the sandal on her foot with a step by step process of her putting the sandal on and tightening it around her foot. Have her realize her jewelry is missing as well as her wedding ring. Have her return to her bedroom putting on each piece of jewelry carefully and delicately ending with the wedding ring. Have her walk out to the living room sitting on the couch. Have her look down at the sandals on her feet bending down to adjust the sandals' tightness on her feet with a step by step process of her doing that feeling pain in her hands again. Have her sit up in approval smiling saying much better but i don't think i wanna mention this episode to any of my family or they'll think I'm going crazy and have it be in quoted text saying old lady phrases and words. Have her walk further into her house deciding to add something to her outfit with a description of what it was before grabbing her purse and deciding to leave. Have her look down at the wedding ring on her finger she now knew as hers quietly whispering i miss you so much i still remember meeting you in ____ getting married to you in the year ____ and being married for __ and having our daughters ___ and ___ and meeting our grandson ___ before you passed away but you'll always be my husband and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks and saying her husband's first name. Have her look at a part of her outfit saying i remember when you bought the __ i'm wearing right now always so thoughtful and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks.
In the sun-bathed state of California, in the year 2021, a boy of just six years lived. His name was Lucas, born on the 13th of August in 2015, making him a lively Leo. Lucas stood at a height of three feet seven inches, while his weight was a healthy 45 pounds for his age. This little boy had twinkling bright green eyes and an array of chestnut curls, tousled and bouncy, that framed a round, innocent face. His mother, Emily, a beautiful young woman of 26, was everything to him. Born on May 28th, 1995, Emily was an agile woman, standing at five feet six inches, and weighing around 130 pounds. Her long, lustrous hair fell in cinnamon waves neatly clipped off her face. Her sparkling blue eyes radiated warmth and conviction. Lucas' father Nathan, four years Emily's senior, was no longer a part of their life. Nathan, born on June 10th, 1991, was over six feet tall, with a sturdy frame of 180 pounds. He wore his jet-black hair stylishly cropped. He had piercing grey eyes that could stop anyone in their tracks. In Lucas' small universe, there was his Aunt Clara, who was two years younger than Emily. Clara was a fiercely independent woman, with a fair complexion standing five feet five inches tall, weighing less than her sister at 120 pounds. With her birth date on January 3, 1997, Clara, with her short pixie-cut auburn hair and hazel eyes, was a calm and loving person who always seemed to be engaged in some project or another. Lucas also had an uncle, Mark, busy with his own life. Born on the 17th of October, 1993, Mark stood at five feet 10 inches and weighed about 165 pounds. His hair was blond, neatly combed back, and his eyes were brown. Lucas' Grandma, on his mother's side, Lydia, was an 85-year-old lady, still sharp and energetic. Born on July 15, 1936, she was of average height and weight for her age. Her hair, once raven, now a soft grey bun at the nape of her neck, and her serene blue eyes reflected the wisdom of her years. Lydia was a widow; her dear husband Patrick had passed in his sleep on a chilly night in 2010. Patrick had been a handsome man of 5'10", weighing 177 pounds, with slick silver hair, crowning a soft, haggard face and tired but kind brown eyes. One sunny day, Lucas was on his way to Lydia's house for the first time. He clutched an old photo album, his most priceless possession, in his small hands. Knocks echoed off the heavy wooden door, and Lydia appeared. She was dressed comfortably for the summer in her pale blue tank top and khaki shorts, her feet adorned with beige women's strap sandals. Her nails were meticulously painted a soft pink and her neck was adorned with a long silver vintage necklace with floral patterns, a matching bracelet gripping her wrist, and a single diamond earring in each lobe. Yet the most notable piece was the simple gold wedding band on her left ring finger. Lydia spotted the photo album in Lucas' hand and, to his surprise and shock, took it from him. "No, my dear, not right now," she consoled him in her old lady’s voice before disappearing in the hallway with his cherished item. Before leaving the room, Lydia turned and bent, "Lucas, dear, I need to head out for a bit. I've got a bit of an appointment at my bridge club. Make yourself at home," she fluttered out, leaving Lucas standing in the entrance. Once the sound of her shuffled footsteps had faded, Lucas slipped off his shoes and socks, wandering throughout the grand house looking for his cherished photo album. He found his way into Lydia's room, spotting the album on her dresser. With his head held high, he started to stride towards the album but tripped over something - Lydia's sandals. Trying to get his feet free, Lucas realized his clothes had vanished as though evaporated out of thin air. He looked down, shocked, as his six-year-old feet began stretching and aging into an old woman's. Panicking, Lucas fought to remove the sandals as changes swept over him, his legs stretching, the knobby knees smoothing into an old woman's, the skin wrinkling and paling- the transformation was taking over Lucas. “No, I didn't do nuffin' wong,” He lisped, on the verge of tears. “Gamma took my stuff, I jus' wan' me book! I don't wanna be gamma! I don't wanna be a giwl!” His body continued to change, arms thinning and wrinkling, chest changing, belly flattening into the physique of an 85-year-old woman. And then came the changes to Lucas' face. His sweet, freckled features morphed and aged into the face of his grandmother. His curls faded into frail and white strands pulled back into a bun. Frantic and scared, Lucas began to sing a soft lullaby his mother had taught him, “Hush, little wuc, dwy your eyes,” catching between his sobs. One sandal finally came off, but his sigh of relief was interrupted by a sudden sharp pain in his fingers – the start of arthritis that his grandma experienced. As he struggled with the second sandal, his grandma's outfit materialized on him. His voice shifted into an old woman’s as his memories started to intermingle and morph with his grandma’s. Before long, Lucas’ entire body––outside and inside had become Grandma Lydia. Finally pulling off the last sandal, the now transformed Lucas exclaimed in confusion, “Why, why am I home right now? I've got to be at the bridge club," He brushed off the thought and looked around the room, noticing the photo album and his old shoes and socks, "These newfangled phones, just too complicated for someone my age." He spotted the discarded sandal and eased it onto the old foot. He fumbled to close the strap around her ankle, fighting against the pain in her aged fingers. Adjusting herself in the chair, she found herself appreciating the snug fit of the sandals. Lydia returned to her dressing table where she adorned her necklace, bracelet, and earrings before slipping the wedding ring onto her finger. “Much better, but goodness, my family can't know about this little episode. They'd send me off to the looney bin." At her wardrobe, Lydia added a summer shawl over her tank top, checked her purse, and decided it was time to leave. She looked down at her wedding ring, whispering to the lonely house, “Oh, Patrick, I miss you so. We met in ’54, got married in ’57, were married for fifty-three years, blessed with Emily, Clara, and our darling little Lucas. Just know I still wear your name, love.” She glanced at her summer shawl hanging on her shoulders, “And your memory, sweetheart. You bought me this on our trip to Venice, always so thoughtful, my Patrick.” Taking one last glance at her reflection, Lydia left the house to the silence, her laugh echoing through the rooms, “Well, I suppose I have started talking to myself. Must be this old age catching up.”
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