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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, 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 black blazer and gray blouse and ankle cut pants 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 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 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 wedding sandals 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 ___ you decided on your wedding sandals today after not wearing them in __ years oh well i suppose they are mine the same sandals i wore years before i gave birth to ____ i still remember being pregnant and the ___ that came with it i was so ___ back then i'm so much smarter and wiser now and have it be in quoted text speaking with a mature motherly tone. 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.
In the year of 2021, a bright and energetic six-year-old boy named Lucas Brant had just started his journey through life. This adorable little gentleman, born on the 5th of May in the year 2015, hailed from the sun-kissed state of Florida. He stood a rather petite 3'8" and weighed approximately 45 pounds. His irresistible innocence was further reflected by his shaggy light brown hair which often fell into his big, round, sky-blue eyes. Lucas’s young, vivacious mother was named Harper Brant. This 27-year-old, born on September 9th, 1994, was a busy single mom juggling her work and raising Lucas. Standing at an average height of 5'7" and weighing about 130 pounds, Harper had a lean figure. Her birthstone-strewn brown eyes were often pushed into the background by her thick bountiful chestnut hair. An important figure in Lucas's life was his Aunt Violet, a quiet, graceful woman of 32 with a heart full of kindness. Born on December 12th, 1988, Aunt Violet was long-limbed and moved with a ballet dancer’s grace at a height of 5'6" and weight of 120 pounds. Her sleek, jet-black hair rested lightly on her pale shoulders, matching her shrewd, unyielding jet-black eyes. Last but not least was Grandma Alice, known for her warm hugs and homemade apple pies. An active 60-year-old, Alice was born on January 10, 1961. Standing at 5'3" and a comfortable 150 pounds, Alice was always bustling about the kitchen. Her graying curls framed a pleasantly wrinkled face that housed soft hazel eyes. Lucas was staying for the first time at his best friend’s home. His companion, seven-year-old Ryan, shared the same birthday with Lucas, albeit a year earlier in 2014. Ryan stood a head taller at 4'1" and weighed roughly 50 pounds. His hair, usually styled into a crew cut, matched his brown eyes. Ryan’s mother, Patricia, was a woman in her early 50s. Born on February 3rd, 1971, she was of average height and weight. Her curly taupe hairs often intertwined with pins sporting different sparkling gems and her striking green eyes contrasted her crimson red lips. She was mostly seen with her wedding ring and lustrous jewelry adorning her body. Upon spotting Lucas's phone, his mom’s money, and his cherished item, a small action figure of his favorite superhero, Patricia, in her black blazer and gray blouse ensemble, decided to 'confiscate' them effortlessly. "N—N—No fair! P—P—Please g—give ‘em b—ba—back!" Lucas stuttered out desperately. Patricia, getting ready to run an errand, sternly replied, "No Lucas. I’m putting these away while you’re spending time here." before notifying Ryan, "I’ll be back in an hour, I need to grab a few things from the store." Once his mom was gone, Ryan eagerly suggested, "She’s not here—we can get your stuff back now!" With his heart pounding, Lucas ran through the house, shoeless and sockless, looking for his coveted belongings. He finally stumbled upon Patricia's room and there, lying on the table, were his items. But as he picked up his stuff, his foot nudged something on the floor. As he looked down, he gasped. His feet were snug in a pair of decadent, ivory-coloured, diamond-studded wedding sandals—that belonged to Patricia. Lucas then started to feel an unfamiliar sensation creep up on him. He felt restricted as his feet solidified in size to fit Patricia's wedding sandals and somewhat tickled as his toenails shimmered with a fresh coat of red polish. Lucas pulled on the beautiful sandals but they appeared glued to his feet as he felt his legs starting to shift and change. He could feel the smoothness of a woman's legs replacing his boyish ones. “No-de! I’be a good boy! Why I gotta be Ryan’s momma? I didn’t do anyfin’ bad!” he cried out, his voice laced with fear as he stumbled backward. His torso reshaped, filling in with the characteristics of Patricia's adult body. Next, his arms bulked and his hands became gentle but firm, every feature of Patricia’s sinking into him until all that remained was his startled face. He finally managed to pull one wedding sandal off, leaving a moment of respite until he saw a mirror. His own hair grew longer till it fell in taupe curls, his eyes turned green followed by his rosy lips growing fuller, teeth straighter, ears delicate, and nose sharper. Frantically, he bent down to yank off the remaining sandal while his eyes clouded and his own memories started getting replaced with Patricia's. As soon as Patricia's outfit draped over his thin body, he hardly had time to comprehend the situation when a sparkling band formed around his ring finger and his wrists were cluttered with trinkets that Patricia fancies. Patricia, now sitting in front of the mirror, found herself smiling. "Really, Patricia, you decided on your wedding sandals today after not wearing them in 20 years? Oh well. They are mine—the same sandals I wore years before I gave birth to Ryan. I still remember being pregnant, all the joy and pain that came with it. I was so naive back then, I am so much wiser and smarter now." She chuckled and spotted the other sandal lying in the corner, walking over to pick it up. She tightened the sandal on her newly pedicured foot, before tightening the straps on the other one too, her hands distinctly knowing how to adjust it to her comfort. She held the prodigal sandal and slid her foot into the soft insole, pulling the strap across and securing the buckle. Gazing down, she admired the way the red polish popped against the white sandal and found herself grinning.
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