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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, race being Mexican, age, birthday, birth year, height, weight, hair color and style and eye color. Include his friend's mom's name, age being in her late 50s, birthday, birth year, height being shorter than his mom and aunt, weight being over 250 pounds, hair color and style and eye color and have her be wearing a traditional long red and yellow Mexican dress and sandals 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 and a very thick Spanish accent with emphasis on certain words spelled wrong still speaking English. Have her tell her son that she's going out to run an errand and have it be in quoted text mentioning in very accented English 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 the same flip flops his friend's mom was wearing earlier as he went to take them off. Have him realize his feet weren't coming out as he felt his feet begin to crack and age growing to fit the flip flops changing color and his toenails gaining a red polish with detailed descriptions of everything happening. Have the boy frantically pull at the flip flops 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 and Hispanic. 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 flip flop 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 flip flop sticking his newly female fingers under the strap slowly feeling it loosen but just as it started loosening, the same traditional dress draped over his body blocking his view and distracting just long enough for his memories to change until he was exactly like his friend's traditional Mexican mom minus her hair being up and her jewelry and her wedding ring and her one flip flop. Have her look around her room puzzled as she looked down at her foot before spotting the items she confiscated earlier. Fury building up inside her, she walked over to the items placing them back where she had them. Have her angrily yell ay! can't believe my son let his friend go through my room without my permission and have it be in quoted text and very heavily accented English still speaking English but words are spelled wrong for example "friend" is spelled "fren" and "without" is spelled "weethout". Have her then notice her flip flop in the corner of her room walking over and picking it up. Have her sit down somewhere slipping the flip flop on her foot before making sure the other flip flop was snug on her other foot with a step by step of her tightening the sandals on her feet. Have her clip clop 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 also put her hair back up in a bun. Have her look at her reflection smiling and laughing as she looked down at her dress and jewelry and flip flops before saying hey ____ you don't look half for ____ years old i love being Mexican i still don't look as good as ____ and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks with very thick accented English still speaking English calling herself by her first name mentioning a female Spanish celebrity. Have there be accents over certain letters in all the Mexican mom's quotes throughout the story but have her still speak English.
Alas, it was in the year 2021, on a typically sunny day in Georgia, we meet a delightful young boy named Lucas. Born on a chilly winter morning of January 5, 2015, he was just six years old. His height and weight were typical for a lad his age, four feet tall and around forty pounds. With the deepest blue eyes and neatly cut dark brown hair, he was the apple of his family's eyes. His mother was Leah, a young and vibrant woman of 34, born on September 15, 1987. A woman of beauty, she measured at 5 feet 7 inches and 130 pounds, Patrick Dempsey’s eyes had not seen more brilliant green, and her long platinum blonde hair was usually styled in loose waves. Their simple two-member family was made whole with Aunt Ava, 36 years old, born on May 25, 1985, measuring 5 feet 8 inches tall and weighing 140 pounds. Her dazzling hazel eyes were the perfect complement to her fiery red hair that was mostly kept in a sleek bun. Rounding out the picture was Grandma Gloria, 70, born on cheerful June 1, 1951, 5 feet 4 inches tall and 160 pounds. Age merely enriched the charm of her deep-set brown eyes and her silver hair was usually tied up in a soft bun. On this fateful day, Lucas was preparing for his first sleepover at his friend's place. His friend, Miguel, a joyful Mexican boy of eight, was born on March 2, 2013. He had the playful energy that his 48-inch height and 50-pound weight suggested. Miguel’s jet-black hair, worn in a buzz cut, matched his eyes perfectly. Miguel's mother, Carmelita, was a robust woman in her late 50s, a birthday she celebrated every November 3rd. Despite being a few inches shorter than Leah and Ava, her impressive weight of 260 pounds drew eyes. Her raven black hair traditionally braided, her warm chestnut eyes set deep in their sockets, and a perpetual smile added uniqueness to her appearance. That particular day, she was wearing a traditional long red and yellow Mexican dress, layered with plenty of jewelry, and sporting lurid red nail polish that matched her lipstick. As Lucas arrived at Miguel's house, Leah handed him a crisp $20 bill and his phone, but he couldn't leave without his favorite toy dinosaur, Rexie. Not long after his arrival, Carmelita noticed these items in Lucas' hand. "Estos no son necesarios hoy," she said in thickly accented English, her hand swiping the phone and money and Rexie from Lucas without hesitation. “Pwwease give dem back,” Lucas implored in his lisping voice, but Carmelita shook her head. “No, Lucas. I confíscate while you are here,” she affirmed, emphasizing confíscate. Informing Miguel she had errands to run, she left, leaving Lucas and Miguel to their devices. Miguel saw Lucas's hopelessness and said, “We can gwet youw things now, Lucas." So Lucas kicked off his shoes and socks, hurrying upstairs. His little feet pounding the wooden stairs, he reached Carmelita's room and saw his cherished items. As he moved towards them, he tripped and momentarily lost balance. Looking down, he saw his feet had slipped into Carmelita's discarded flip flops. As he tried to pull them out, he observed something strange. His feet began to feel tight in the sandals, the skin taking on a more mature, darker hue, and his toenails suddenly wore the same red polish as Carmelita's. Shocked, he pulled at the flip flops, but with no avail. His legs began changing next, growing hairless, muscular, and shapely. He glanced down desperately, now fully stuck in Carmelita's body, just as his torso began reshaping, his chest and arms becoming fuller and stronger. “Noo, I don't wanna be Miguel's mom, she took my things, and I didn’t do anything wrong! This isn't fair!” he lisped out in desperation just as his upper body began morphing, his body now a mirror of Carmelita's. He sat abruptly and managed to tug one flip flop off, halting the transformation at his neck. Through panic-filled eyes, he scrambled to remove the other one but something stopped him. His hair started growing longer and darker, his once blue eyes turning a chestnut brown. His ears, lips, teeth, nose, and voice started to reflect Carmelita's features. His heart pounded as he reached for the other flip flop but was distracted as Carmelita’s traditional dress draped over his body. His thoughts began to blur and his memories repositioned themselves until he was no longer the little boy from this morning but instead, he was Carmelita, just with her hair down. Carmelita looked puzzled at the items on her bed. “Ay! I cannot beleef my son let his fren go through my room weethout my permission!” She fumed, placing the items back where they were before. Carmelita noticed her flip flops, she sat on the bed and slipped it on, tightening it around her foot to ensure it was snug and did the same with the other. She clicked her delight and headed towards her jewelry, ensuring she slipped each piece one at a time onto her body. Lastly, she slid her wedding ring onto her finger, completing the ensemble. “Oh, Carmelita! Joo don’t look half bad for 58 years old. Joo love being Mexican. Joo still don’t look as good as Selena Quintanilla, though,” she laughed, her bare foot tapping the timber floor in rhythm. Carmelita then began to twirl around, her reflection radiating every bit of her strength, vibrance, and cheerfulness.
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