Ask AI on The Internet
Question: The year is 2020. Write me a long and thorough and detailed story the way I write about a random little 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 mom's name, age mentioned, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. His aunt'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. His grandpa's name, age being younger than his grandma, height, weight, birthday, birth year being younger than his grandma. Have him be walking to a store alone for the first time with permission from his mom as he entered the store. Have one of the women shopping notice the little boy Reveal the woman's name, race being white age mentioned, height being shorter than his grandma, weight, birthday being before June, birth year being the same as his grandma, hair color and style being short and include details and eye color. Have the woman be wearing a tank top, shorts and a pair of Birkenstocks with a description of the whole outfit and have her nails be painted with a description of the polish not being red. Have her tell the boy he shouldn't be shopping alone and have it be in quoted text mentioning her husband and the number of years they've been married and how they met and what year they met. Have the boy suddenly need to use the bathroom innocently yelling out he had to potty and have it be in quoted text in lisped words. 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 woman's Birkenstocks 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 Birkenstocks when his feet started cracking and aging into female feet with nail polish matching the woman's and have the color not be red but mention the color. Have the boy frantically pull the Birkenstocks trying to remove them to stop the changes as they crept up his legs and he started changing more managing to slightly loosen both sandals slowing the changes momentarily proving that the sandals were the cause of the changes. As he tugged more feeling the straps loosen, his head and face and hair started charging. 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 lisped 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 as he finally pulled the sandals off his feet. 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 the Birkenstocks. Have the boy's memories start altering as his voice changed. Have the boy once again say I'm gonna miss mommy and auntie and grandma so much and have it be in quoted text coming out in a woman's voice. Have the boy continue singing the song to calm himself down as his memories altered completely causing his innocent song to turn into a tacky female anthem song that actually exists and is real and include lyrics to the song and the name of the song and who it's by. Have the woman smile as she finished singing before looking down at her outfit before spotting her jewelry and wedding ring and Birkenstocks were strutting over to where her jewelry was adding it all to her outfit as well as adding her wedding ring with a step by step process of her adding all the jewelry and wedding ring. Have then grab her Birkenstocks setting them down and have her then stumble to a nearby place to sit sitting down and looking at her outfit and her bare feet. Have her grab the left Birkenstock slipping it on her left foot with a step by step slow process of her doing so. Have her grab the right Birkenstock slipping it on her right foot with a step by step slow process of her doing so. Have her suddenly remember removing her jewelry and slipping back into her Birkenstocks with the explanation include in the story. Have the woman look around the store before shrugging and going back to shopping before wondering where her husband was in the store. Have reality adjust to explain why she wasn't wearing her jewelry or wedding ring and why her Birkenstocks were loose with the explanation given and included in the story. Have her walk to a nearby mirror in the store looking at her reflection and have her adjust her purse on her shoulder and have her smile as she looked at her outfit. Have her say I'm so damn short but oh hon___ i'm not bad looking for __ years old and I have a husband who can reach things for me come on now ____ just grab the ____ and the wine and make your way up front ____ will find me before I'm done checking out or he can walk home and sleep on the couch tonight i still remember my __th birthday when my hus____ _____ and _____ i could've kil___ him what a crazy ____ i marr____ and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks referring to herself as a woman and by her first name and age. Have her look at her wedding ring smiling and saying how she's grateful for her husband ___ and her daughters ___ and ____ and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks mentioning her husband and kids by name. Include her mentioning the year she moved to the state she lives in and why. Have her start singing another tacky female anthem song that actually exists and include the name of the song and have it be in quoted text. Have her start driving down the street seeing a woman with something unique to women her age getting mesmerized by something only young women could have and saying something about the thing unique to young women and have it be in quoted text. Have her get home realizing it was quiet in her house. Have her yell out hello everyone here ____ are you home ____ or ____ are my daughters home _____ and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks yelling out for her husband and daughters before ending the sentence with sassy older woman energy. Have her then enter feeling the cold breeze on her legs as she sat her purse down and walked into a nearby hallway in front of a mirror. Have her look at her reflection and smile as she smiled and laughed saying not bad looking for __ years old i remember graduating college with my master's in the year ____ i graduated from ___________ in the year ____ and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks. Have her then decide to reach for something unable to even with her Birkenstocks on and trying to stand on her tippy toes before giving up and include in the story what she was trying to reach. Have her look down feeling defeated before saying i wish wasn't home alone i really want ___ from the top shelf if only ____ here or ___ or ____ i am definitely taller than ____ _____ or _____ _____ and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks. Have her then look down at her Birkenstocks flashing back to the first time she wore them and the year she got them and why and how she got them and who got them for her if it wasn't here and include it all in the story in very detailed descriptions. Have her then decide to go to bed still wearing her outfit and her Birkenstocks. Have her dream of her childhood a young girl and have her flash to high school wearing clothes common at the time described in detail and more recently at home with her husband and kids before jerking awake. Have her suddenly yell out loud and have it be in quoted text. Have her then get up getting ready for her next day shopping and getting ready to go to the store again having no memory of who she used to be.
Little Jacob Timms was an energetic boy of seven years, standing at a height of 3'9" and weighing 50 pounds. Born on April 14, 2013, in the heart of Ohio, Jacob lived with his mom, Samantha Timms, his Aunt Melinda, and his grandparents. Jacob's hair was a tousled mop of chestnut brown curls, and his large, curious eyes shimmered a bright, innocent blue. Samantha, Jacob's mother, was 32 years old, standing at 5'6" and weighing 140 pounds. She was born on March 21, 1988, sporting long, wavy dark brown hair, often styled in a loose ponytail, and the same blue eyes that Jacob had inherited. Jacob was especially close to his mom, who always encouraged his independence. His aunt Melinda was 29 years old, about 5'5", and weighed 135 pounds. Born on May 15, 1991, she wore her straight, shoulder-length auburn hair in a chic bob cut, complementing her hazel eyes. She loved spending weekends with Jacob, sharing stories and adventures. Jacob's grandma, Margaret, more affectionately known as Maggie, had just turned 62 on July 10, 1958. Standing at 5'4" with a gentle frame of 145 pounds, she had silvery hair styled in a neat bob and sparkly grey eyes that always held a comforting warmth. Grandpa Henry, younger by two years at 60, was born on August 14, 1960. He was 5'7" with a stocky build of 180 pounds. His once-black hair had turned salt and pepper, and his brown eyes twinkled with wisdom. **The Adventure Begins** One sunny August afternoon, Jacob eagerly sought permission from Samantha to walk to the nearby store alone. "Okay, Jakey, but be careful," Samantha instructed, watching his energetic form bound out the door. Jacob bounced into the store, eyes wide with excitement. As he navigated the aisles, a woman noticed him. Her name was Olivia Sanders. She was white, 62 years old, standing at 5'3" and weighing 135 pounds, with short, neat blonde hair and piercing green eyes. Born on February 25, 1958, she was wearing a casual outfit of a white tank top, denim shorts, and a pair of tan Birkenstocks. Her nails were painted a soft lavender, the polish glinting in the store lights. Olivia walked over to Jacob, a concerned look on her face. "Hello there, little one," she said. "You shouldn’t be shopping alone. My husband and I have been married for 40 years, and we met back in 1980 at a small-town fair. It’s not safe for someone your age to be out alone." Just then, Jacob felt a sudden, urgent need. "I gotta potty!" he exclaimed, his voice lisped with innocence. Thinking he saw the bathroom sign at the end of the hallway, Jacob ran off, eyes up, not watching the ground. He tripped over a pair of loose Birkenstocks, Olivia's, which she had set down moments before. Strangely, he found his small feet fitting snugly into them. Panic set in. As Jacob tried to remove them, he was horrified as his clothing vanished, exposing bare skin. His feet began to wrinkle and crack, aging rapidly, nails growing into a lavender shade identical to Olivia’s. "No! I gotta get them off!" he cried, desperately tugging at the straps. As he pulled at them, the changes briefly slowed, but his tugging inadvertently loosened them again. His legs transformed next, aged and feminine. His head spun with confusion and fear as his face began to morph. "I'm gonna miss Mommy and Grandma so much. I didn't do anything wrong! I just had to potty!" his lisped voice echoed. Realizing with an inexplicable clarity that he was now much older, older even than Grandma Maggie, Jacob began to cry. His transformation continued up his body until his mind started to shift. Clinging to one last shred of his former self, he sang the comforting song his mom had taught him. As he finally pulled off the sandals, his body fully morphed into Olivia’s exact appearance, now in an identical outfit, minus the jewelry and wedding ring. "I’m gonna miss Mommy and Auntie and Grandma so much," he said, his young voice now a mature woman’s tone. He attempted to sing the song again, only for his altered memories to convert it into a tacky anthem. "Man! I Feel Like a Woman!" by Shania Twain flowed out of him, altering the innocent tune into a full-blown performance. The transformation complete, Olivia smiled at her reflection. She found her jewelry and wedding ring, adding them back step by step, and slipped back into her Birkenstocks slowly, savoring the comfortable fit. Looking around the store, it appeared normal, but something nagged at Olivia. Her Birkenstocks had become loose, and reality had adjusted to explain why — she had simply taken them off for a moment of comfort, readjusting them absentmindedly. Shrugging, she continued shopping, wondering where her husband had wandered off to. As she walked to a nearby mirror, she admired her reflection. Straightening her purse, she chuckled, "I'm so damn short, but oh honey, I'm not bad looking for 62 years old. I have a husband who can reach things for me. Come on now, Olivia, just grab the cheese and the wine and make your way up front. Henry will find me before I'm done checking out, or he can walk home and sleep on the couch tonight." Olivia looked at her wedding ring, smiling. "I'm so grateful for Henry and our daughters, Lisa and Mary." She remembered moving to Ohio in 1985 for a better job opportunity for Henry, and started singing another tune, "Girls Just Want to Have Fun" by Cyndi Lauper. Driving home, she spotted a young woman with vibrant, youthful energy. "Oh, to be young again and have skin that glows like that," she muttered wistfully. The house was quiet as she entered. "Hello! Anyone here? Henry? Lisa? Mary?" she called out, sass evident in her voice. Inside, she felt a cool breeze on her legs, put her purse down, and walked to the mirror. Smiling, she remarked, "Not bad looking for 62 years old. I remember graduating college with my master’s in 1980. I graduated from Ohio State University in 1980." Olivia reached for a jar of honey on the top shelf, struggling even on tiptoes in her Birkenstocks. "I wish I wasn’t home alone. I really want that honey from the top shelf. If only Henry was here, or Lisa, or Mary. I am definitely taller than Lisa. Lisa gets that from me." Looking down at her Birkenstocks, she flashed back to the first time she wore them, a birthday gift from Henry on their 30th anniversary. They had gone shopping, and he had noticed her admiring them. Deciding it was time for sleep, Olivia climbed into bed in her outfit, falling into a nostalgic dream about her childhood, her high school days in the ’70s, and recent family moments. Jolting awake, she yelled, "What a dream that was!" She quickly got ready for the day, no memory of Jacob Timms in her mind. Off she went, ready to face a new day of shopping, living entirely as Olivia Sanders.
Think your answer is better than the AI's? Post it below.
Question Tags
If you want your question answered by an AI, click here.
Post your own comment: