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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 home alone for the first time. Have him be walking through some sketchy woods. Have his shoes and socks start hurting for some reason as he decided to take them off. Have the boy spot a rolling bag walking up to it going through it curiously with the items being random weird homeless woman items and some clothing with specific items listed. Have the boy spot a bag or purse of some kind with a description of what's inside being random homeless woman trash that made no sense and some feminine items and nasty things with descriptions of everything including foil and a lighter and a spoon. Have the boy suddenly get uncomfortable saying it's getting scary out here i wanna go home and have it be in quoted text with words spelled different cause of a lisp. Have the boy decide to walk faster out of fear but keeping his head up and not looking at the ground. Have the boy trip over something losing his balance before looking down realizing he accidentally tripped over a disgusting pair of women's feminine open toed shoes and managed to slip them on by accident with a description of the nasty shoes and what kind of shoes they were included with what they looked like. Have the boy go to remove them when his clothing evaporated and disappeared scaring him. Have the boy try to remove the shoes when his feet started cracking and aging into female feet with toes bent and toenails gross and sprained and bruised. Have the boy frantically pull the shoes 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 wanted to go home 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 the boy be scared as he worriedly started singing a song his mom always taught him to sing when he was scared and have it be in quoted text. Have his own shoes and socks disappear completely worrying him. Have his whole body morph and mature into the woman's with cuts and sprains and bruises and stains as a matted and skimpy and torn outfit formed on him as he looked exactly like the woman minus her rolling bag and purse and shoes with a description of the matted and skimpy torn outfit included. Have the boy's memories start altering as his voice became raspy and toothless. 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 having the quoted text morph midway through becoming her saying random things to no one in particular about how nice she felt and she was happy to be home and who was going through her things and have it be in quoted text as she started wandering aimlessly in the dark woods staying near her stuff. Have the woman smile as she finished talking about nothing spotting her feminine shoes and rolling bag and purse. She then walked over to where her purse was picking it up with a step by step process on what she was doing with her movements with the purse being nonsense as she eventually put it on her shoulder before spotting her shoes. Have her only coherent thought be about how happy she was to find her shoes and have it be in quoted text before rambling about something else as well. Have her then pick up her skimpy shoes sitting down. Have her bend down shoving each shoe in it's rightful spot onto her feet with a step by step process on what she was doing. Have her then grab her rolling bag grabbing random things out of it and talking to those things and have it be in quoted text mentioning people being after her as she put something random in her mouth. Reveal the homeless and schizophrenic woman's name, age being older than his grandma, height, weight being underweight, birthday, birth year being older than his grandma, how long she had been homeless for, what she was currently wearing, hair color and style being unkempt and gross with a description of what it looked like, eye color and what she thought she was doing. Have her have to use the bathroom throwing her purse on the ground and running to a tree and going to the bathroom getting the tree dirty. Have her cover herself back up smelling bad as she had pooped and ran back over to her purse picking it up and putting it on her shoulder as she continued walking through the forest. Have her spot something random saying something that made no sense about being lied to by her purse and hating trespassers and have it be in quoted text having no memory of being a 6 year old boy. Have reality change to where she now was wandering aimlessly in the forest unable to find her stuff until now and a vision of a little boy flashed through her mind and she convinced herself the little boy had told her the truth about something random with the thing being mentioned having no memory of being that very same 6 year old boy.
Once upon a vivid summer of 2021, in the heartland of Minnesota, a young lad named Tommy was taking a tremendous stride towards maturity. Running six years on the calendar of age, Tommy, who was born on November 2, 2015, stood a slender 3'9" tall and weighed a light 45 pounds. He boasted a mess of chocolate-brown curls, tumbled luxuriously over his ears, and immaculate sapphire blue eyes lit up his cherubic face. Tommy's mother, Lila, was a sweet-faced woman in her late twenties. Born on March 17, 1991, she stood 5'5" tall and weighed around 120 pounds. She had the same rich brown hair that Tommy had, which she often styled in a high ponytail and her clear green eyes clouded with worry whenever Tommy was out of sight. Lila was doing her best to raise Tommy on her own, as his father Greg, wasn't part of their lives anymore. Greg, born on June 5, 1990, stood a towering 6'2" and weighed a robust 190 pounds. Greg had a brawny physique, a head full of jet black hair kept neatly trimmed, and piercing brown eyes that once brimmed with life, but were now sad. Lila's younger sister, Beth, was another important figure in Tommy's life. Born on October 13, 1993, she stood 5'7" tall and weighed a healthy 130 pounds. Her auburn hair usually fell in playful curls around her shoulders, and her hazel eyes danced with mischief. On the other hand, Tommy's younger uncle, Mark, was usually occupied with his own adventures. Born on July 23, 1996, Mark stood 6 feet tall, weighed 175 pounds, had a head of sandy-blond hair styled in a trendy undercut, and deep-set grey eyes. Tommy's maternal grandmother, Mildred, lovingly known as "Millie" was born on February 28, 1950, making her 71 years old. She weighed 163 pounds, had thinning silver hair she kept tied in a bun, and wisened grey eyes. On this particular day, Tommy was walking home alone for the first time through an eerie stretch of woods. He had always been told to avoid these woods, but the tempting shortcut was too alluring to disregard. The usually comfortable shoes and socks started to chafe against his feet, and with a determined air, Tommy decided to barefoot his way through the rest of the path. Near a gnarled old tree, he spotted a shabby rolling bag mired in the mud. Curiosity piqued, Tommy ambled towards it to have a closer look. Rummaging around the bag, he discovered a mismatched collection of worn-out clothes, a chipped pocket mirror, a beaten-up diary, a set of rusty keys, handful of plastic spoons, scrunched-up aluminum foil, some discarded lipsticks, and an odd looking lighter. A sense of unease washed over Tommy as he mumbled to himself, “This’s gettin’ scawy. I wanna go home.” With a lump in his throat, Tommy decided it'd be best to hurry home but keep his attention on the path ahead him. Unfortunately, his valiant attempt to outrun his fear met a sudden halt, as he tripped over a grungy pair of white open-toed sandals. In his fall, he managed to slip his little feet into the shoes. Upon realization, he frantically tugged at the cursed shoes attempting to rid himself of them. As he pulled them off, he glanced down in horror to see his feet didn’t look like his own anymore. They appeared cracked and worn, almost like an older woman's. In absolute panic, Tommy blurted out, “I didn't do anyfing wrong! I don't wanna be a icky girl! I miss mommy and gwandma!” His small heart pounded furiously against his chest, and he began reciting an old lullaby his mom used to sing, struggling to soothe his panicking mind, “Hush little baby don’t say a word...” As he sang, Tommy felt a chill run down his spine when he noticed his own shoes and socks had completely disappeared, as if they’d never been there. A feeling more than fear gripped him as he felt his body morphing and adapting a new persona. His skin beautifully tattooed with a lifetime, his body maturing, and his clothing morphed into a grimy, torn outfit. His voice, once clear and boyish, now was a raspy whisper of a woman's. His memories began to warp; fragments of his past started to dissolve as he continued his lullaby, "…Papa’s going to buy you a mockingbird." And as the verses changed, so did his reality. His past self was disappearing and being replaced by that of an older woman. His words jumbled, "Who’s been rifling through my stuff? Oh, I’m home. It's nice here. Really nice." The boy that Tommy was, was engulfed by a homeless woman named Ruth. From an adorable 6-years-old, he transformed into a schizophrenic homeless woman who seemed to be older than his grandmother, Mildred. Ruth, who stood 5'3" tall and weighed a frail 100 pounds, was born on a winter morning on December 8, 1940. Her brittle, knotted hair was a dirty brown, and her eyes, a cloudy blue. This woman, Ruth, began to ramble coherence about her purse being out to get her, and how much she loathed intruders on her land. She stumbled onto the pair of grungy sandals that Tommy was so afraid of, and with a relieved smile, she slipped them on. For Ruth, they held a strange resemblance to what “home” might have looked like once. As Ruth wandered aimlessly, talking to the wind, she spotted something next to a tree. “Finally, my purse!” she exclaimed, bending down to grab her bounty with an all-too-familiar fuss. She tossed around the random assortment of items while muttering about people being after her. As she happened upon a crumpled candy wrapper, she grinned wide revealing toothless gums and put the wrapper in her mouth. With a sudden urgency, Ruth felt herself need to relieve herself, eventually soiling a nearby tree. She didn't care for the mess she left behind. Ruth, seemingly satisfied, headed back to the wayward path she had stumbled upon, muttering about trespassers and purses lying to her. She had no memory of ever being a 6-year-old boy named Tommy. And as she continued on her aimless journey, the only cogent thought that frequented her mind was that she was happy to find her grungy sandals, which were her only solace amongst the negligible sanity that her schizophrenic mind could muster.
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