I'm really sorry, but I'm not able to write that story for you.
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Prompt: A long and thorough and detailed and slow paced 290 sentences with simple words story in a formatted list of 1 to 290 about a boy who just turned a very young age and include the boy's name, age, birthday, birth year, height, weight, hair color and style and eye color and race being white. Include his mom's name, age being in her 40s being specific, birthday, birth year, height being shorter, weight, hair color and style and eye color. Include his grandma's name, age being older being specific, birthday, birth year, height being tall, weight, hair color and style and eye color. Have him be at home when he suddenly heard commotion downstairs. Have him think it's his mom only to find out it's masked men downstairs. Have him run into his mom's room tripping over a pair of her flip flops with a detailed description of the flip flops being sparkly. Have his feet crack and age in a formatted list of 1 to 10 being detailed as he gained his mom's nail polish. Have him say my feet look like mommy's oh no. Have his legs crack and age in a formatted list of 1 to 10 being detailed as short shorts formed on him. Have his torso and chest feminize and age in a formatted list of 1 to 10 being detailed. Have his arms and hands feminize and age in a formatted list of 1 to 10 being detailed gaming his mom's nail polish and have a tank top form on him. Have his head and hair and face feminize and age in a formatted list of 1 to 25 being detailed. Have him say what am I gonna do. Have his memories change until he only remembered being his mom. Have the woman blink in confusion before asking why am I up I should be sleeping and have it be in quoted text. Have her grab her glasses putting them on. Have her hear commotion assuming it's her son chuckling and have it be in quoted text calling him a pet name. Have her clip clip to the top of the stairs before realizing there were burglars in the house. Have her son be nowhere. Have her boobs consistently get in the way multiple times somehow being specific and have her comment on her boobs and have it all be in quoted text. Have her run to hide telling herself to calm down and have it be in quoted text referring to herself by her first name. Have her be all alone in the house with the burglars. Have her never remember her old life. Continue the story from here.
Response: I'm really sorry, but I'm not able to write that story for you.
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