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Question: The year is 2021. Write me a long and thorough and detailed 160 numbered sentences thoroughly detailed story the way I type 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 female celebrity crush by name and why he has a crush on her and have him have something to commemorate his love for her. Include his friend's name, age, birthday, birth year, height, weight, hair color and style and eye color. Include his friend's mom's name, age being in her early to late 50s, birthday, birth year, height, weight, hair color and style and eye color and have her be wearing a feminine outfit with a description of her feminine outfit as a whole and what she decided to wear with her nails painted red and jewelry all over her body with a detailed description of all the jewelry 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 speaking with the very stern tone of a mother. Have her tell her son that she's going out to run an errand and have it be in quoted text mentioning 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 his friend's mom's wedding sandals with a description of what the wedding sandals looked like. Have him realize his feet weren't coming out as he felt his feet begin to crack and age growing to fit the wedding sandals and his toenails gaining a red polish with detailed descriptions of everything happening. Have the boy frantically pull at the wedding sandals 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. 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 wedding sandals off stopping the changes at his head making him happy as he realized they 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 wedding sandal sticking his newly female fingers under the straps slowly feeling them loosen but just as they started loosening, the same outfit draped over his body distracting him just long enough for his memories to change until he was almost exactly like his friend's mom as the wedding ring and the jewelry formed on him as well. Have her look around her room puzzled as she looked down at her foot before spotting the items she confiscated earlier. Have her look down at the one wedding sandal barely on her foot before chuckling to herself. Have her say to herself really ___ what the ____ are you thinking and what is the ___ with you ____ you decided on your wedding sandals today after not wearing them in __ years? and have it be in quoted text speaking with a mature motherly tone and mentioning the exact number of years it's been since she wore here wedding sandals. Have her then get angry as she spotted the confiscated items and picked them up putting them back where they belonged. Have her angrily say excuse me? why were the ___ and ____ and ___ on the floor when i took them from _____ he's definitely _____ when ___ gets home from work and i'll be telling ___ her son misbehaved and is not ____ at my house till his behavior improves and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks. Have her then notice her other wedding sandal in the corner of her room walking over and picking it up. Have her sit down somewhere slipping the wedding sandal on her foot before making sure the other wedding sandal was snug on her other foot with a step by step detailed process of her tightening the wedding sandals on her feet. Have her suddenly remember something her son promised to do and have her get frustrated in a motherly way and have it be in quoted text referring to what punishment she was gonna give him and why and how she was gonna tell her husband referring to her husband by his name and as her husband. Have her then spot something in the house that isn't right and have her sternly walk over to the thing in question. Have her instinctively do an angry motherly pose with a detailed description of what face she made and how she stood and how she held her hands and everything. Have her look down at her feet to suddenly see a spider crawling up her foot. Have her eyes widen and have her scream losing a part of her jewelry and being detailed and specific on what it was and loosening a part of her outfit by mistake and being detailed and specific on what it was and loosening another part of her outfit by mistake and being detailed and specific on what it was and have it be in quoted text as she freaked about the spider wishing her husband was home so he could kill it before checking out multiple things about her appearance to make sure she still looked good and describe what she's checking out in grave detail. Have her then turn her attention to the loose parts of her outfit fixing them and being very detailed and picking up the piece of jewelry putting it back on and fixing it in grave detail. Have her reminisce on her younger days as a younger woman and say to herself i can't believe i'm __ years old i graduated from my high school in ____ and college in ____ with a ______ in ___ to show for it i still remember when the historical event of ____ happened when i was __ years old i miss being __ years old so much my ___ looked so much ____ and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks mentioning a real historical event. Have her have no memory of her old life as she contemplates a very harsh way to punish her son for misbehaving as she knew he knew better. Have her angrily say my son ___ is gonna be the death of me kids today focus too much on their internet stuff playing on ___ and watching videos on ____ i preferred playing outside doing ___ and ____ when i was a little girl and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks mispronouncing social media websites and spell them the way she pronounces them and have her pronounce all of them wrong.
It’s 2021 and six-year-old Timmy Morgan was excitedly clutching a small wad of bills and his favorite toy airplane as he arrived at his friend’s house for a sleepover. Away from his family’s cozy home in Austin, Texas, the little boy hoped for a fun-filled evening at Jack’s house. Timmy, standing rather short at 3 feet 7 inches and weighing 45 pounds, had blue eyes and wavy brown hair. He was born on June 14, 2015. His young mother, Emma Morgan, who had him at 21, was now 27 years old, standing at 5 feet 5 inches, and weighed around 130 pounds. Emma celebrated her birthday on March 22, 1994, and she had radiant brown hair cascading down her shoulders and emerald green eyes. His Aunt Sarah, Emma’s younger sister, at 24 years old, had her birthday on August 30, 1997. Sarah, standing at 5 feet 7 inches and weighing 140 pounds, had golden blonde hair often tied into a ponytail and azure blue eyes. Timmy’s grandmother, Linda Harris, a sprightly 52 at 5 feet 3 inches and 150 pounds, celebrated her birthday on December 5, 1969. Linda’s short, curly gray hair and cheerful hazel eyes always conveyed warmth and wisdom. Timmy’s favorite possession, besides his airplane, was his little plush toy dog named Spot. Clutching Spot, his money, and his phone, Timmy eagerly stepped into Jack’s house. Jack, one of Timmy’s first friends since kindergarten, was turning seven in November, on the 20th. Slightly taller at 3 feet 9 inches and weighing around 50 pounds, Jack had sandy blonde hair, a short and spiky style, and piercing green eyes. Jack’s mom, Mrs. Barbara Thompson, greeted them kindly. Barbara, in her late 50s, around 56 years old, stood tall at 5 feet 8 inches and weighed about 160 pounds. Born on April 10, 1965, her light brown hair was curled and fell just below her shoulders, accentuating her gentle blue eyes. She wore a chic floral dress paired with elegant pearl jewelry—necklaces, earrings, bracelets—and a gold wedding ring gleaming on her left hand. Her nails were painted in a bold red color, completing her stylish look with crimson lipstick and subtle makeup. As soon as Timmy entered, Barbara's watchful eyes quickly discerned the phone and money clasped in his tiny hands—and Spot, his cherished plush dog. Without a moment’s hesitation, she swiped them from Timmy’s grasp. "Pleathe, can I have them back?" Timmy begged, his lisp dripping with desperation. "No, young man. I am confiscating them while you’re here. It’s for your own good," Barbara replied with the stern tone only a mother could employ. "Jack, I’m running to the market for a bit. Behave yourself and show Timmy around the house," she directed her son before stepping out the door. As soon as his mother left, Jack turned to Timmy, whispering, "You can try to get your stuff back now that she’s gone." Encouraged by his friend's words, Timmy darted through the house. In his quick smooth to search the house, he somehow removed his shoes and socks, leaving his small feet bare as he ran upstairs. Spotting Barbara’s imposing bedroom door ajar, he rushed inside and gasped at the sight of his money, phone, and beloved Spot on the dresser. As Timmy tiptoed towards the items, he didn’t notice the fashionable wedding sandals resting on the floor. His feet slid into them, struggling to maintain his balance as he tripped, falling to his knees. Looking down, Timmy was astonished to see his small feet perfectly fit into the oversized sandals somehow. He could feel his skin stretching and cracking, aging rapidly. His toenails, once gritty and pale, transformed, becoming long and painted with the same bright red polish as Mrs. Thompson’s nails. Frantically, he clawed at the sandals, trying to pull them off, but felt no progress. His legs began to shimmer and shift, the youthful smoothness taking on a more adult-like feminine texture and shape identical to Barbara’s. "No, I don't wanna be my friend's mom! She stole my things and I didn't do anything wrong! This ithn't fair!" Timmy cried out desperately, his words muddled by his childlike lisp. His lower torso morphed next, small bones expanding subtly, his organs feeling strange within a newly created female frame. His thin chest expanded, taking on the fuller form of a grown woman. Arms and hands followed, his nails elongating and coloring as they matched perfectly with Barbara’s manicured appearance. Seeing an opportunity, Timmy yanked hard on one of the sandals, finally managing to pull it off. He felt a brief sense of relief as his head remained unchanged. Yet, as he reached for the other sandal, his head jerked suddenly. Wavy brown hair turned into cascading light brown tresses. His blue eyes shifted into soft blue, his ears grew small and rounded. Lips and teeth rearranged, his nose and voice gradually matched Barbara’s, solidifying the unfortunate transformation. Desperate, he bent down to struggle with the remaining sandal, but his newly-female fingers failed to grasp the straps. His friend’s mother’s elegant dress ensemble draped over his small body distracting him as it adjusted and tightened on him. The transformation completed with no more resistance from Timmy, his mind altered to mimic Barbara’s nearly completely, her wedding ring and jewelry forming in place. Her thoughts briefly returned, now identical to Barbara’s, as she looked down at her foot, chuckling to herself, "Really, Barbara? What in the world are you thinking? And what is the problem with you? You decided on your wedding sandals today after not wearing them in 17 years?" Frustration flared as she noticed her confiscated items. "Excuse me? Why were the phone, money, and that toy on the floor when I took them from Timmy? He’s definitely getting grounded when Emma gets home from work and I’ll be telling her that her son misbehaved and is not welcome at my house till his behavior improves," she muttered furiously to herself. Spotting the other sandal in the corner, she walked briskly to retrieve it. Sitting down, she slipped it onto her foot, ensuring it was snug with deliberate adjustments. She tightened both wedding sandals, securing them carefully, frowning. She suddenly remembered Jack’s promise to clean his room and grew more annoyed, "Oh, that boy is gonna face consequences when his father gets home. Gregory is going to hear about this, and we’ll have to ground Jack for a week, no video games or TV." She spotted a messed-up corner of the house, her eyes narrowing sternly as she walked over. Embodying an angry motherly stance—hands on hips, tapping one foot, furrowed brows blazing rage—she then suddenly felt a sudden tickle. Looking down, she saw a spider crawling up her foot. Her eyes widened, and she screamed, losing an earring and the outer shawl of her outfit loosening it accidentally. "Ah! Gregory! If only you were home to kill this spider!" she cried out, desperately checking her reflection—fixing locks of hair, her lipstick, her dress hem, her jewelry—everything had to look perfect despite the minor mishap. She picked up her dropped earring, restoring it to its rightful place. Reminiscing on younger days, she murmured to herself, "I can’t believe I’m 56 years old. I graduated from high school in 1983 and college in 1987 with a degree in education to show for it. I still remember when the Berlin Wall fell when I was 20 years old. I miss being 20 so much. My body looked so much better." Completely losing memories of her old life, she contemplated a harsh way to discipline her son, knowing he knew better. "Oh, my son Jack is going to be the death of me. Kids today focus too much on their internet stuff, playing on Twotter and watching videos on YouHoob. I preferred playing outside, doing hopscotch and jump rope when I was a little girl," she complained.
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