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Question: Write me a long and detailed 150 numbered sentences story the way I type about a little boy with a description of the boy's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, what state he's from, race being white, hair color and style and eye color. His older mom's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. His older aunt's name, age being 8 years older than his mom, height being shorter than his mom, 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 walking to his aunt's house for the first time. Have him knock on her door and have her answer. Have her be wearing platform sandals and describe the rest of her outfit in detail and describe the platform sandals in detail with her hair short and her nails done with the color mentioned in detail and have her be wearing tons of jewelry with the jewelry mentioned in detail including a wedding ring described in detail. Have him be holding some money he intended on spending on candy at the store when his aunt snatched the money. Have the boy beg for his money back and have it be in quoted text in lisped English. Have his aunt tell him no and that she'd rather spend it on _____ and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks speaking in a very mature feminine tone mentioning something she wanted to do for herself with the money. Have him get bummed as he walked inside her house. Have her tell her nephew she's going out to ____ and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks mentioning going somewhere women love going. Have the boy take off his shoes and socks with the intention of getting his money back. Have him spot a photo of his mom and aunt together from when they were younger together. Have him go upstairs approaching his aunt's room opening the door. Have him spot the money he was looking for walking towards it. Have him grab his money triumphantly when a random piece of his aunt's jewelry shot out at him attaching itself to him and include what it was in the story. Have him stumble out of the bedroom downstairs to the living room still holding the money. Have his clothes slowly evaporate and disappear leaving him confused and worried. Have his feet start cracking and aging into womanly feet complete with his aunt's nail polish mentioning the same color and being detailed with the transformation. Have him freak out looking at the photo of his mom and aunt for comfort yelling to his mom in the photo for help saying he didn't wanna be a girl or become his auntie and have it be in quoted text in lisped English. Include a step by step process of his legs and torso and chest and arms and fingers and head and hair and ears and eyes and eyebrows and eyelashes and lips and teeth and nose and voice maturing into his aunt's with detailed descriptions on everything becoming womanly and feminine even mentioning him getting his aunt's boobs. Have him start off begging for these changes to stop in his innocent childlike way but unwillingly using his aunt's feminine speech patterns and mature language and have it be in quoted text causing him to freak out looking to the photo of his mom again innocently thinking she could actually help him. Have his aunt's identical outfit and the rest of her jewelry start forming on him from earlier as his memories started altering midsentence until he only remembered being his aunt. Have him say oh no mommy help me please mommy i---- wait what why am i referring to ____ as my mommy she's my _____ sister and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks referring to his mom by her first name and now fully believing he was his aunt and talking exactly like her. Have her look around her living room confused before looking down at herself before spotting the money confused. Have her say that's strange i remember putting that in my ____ after taking it from my ne___ _____ why is it down here? why am i still home? Jesus ____ you're __ years old did i drink too much ____ again i was supposed to go out and get my ____ like i told my ne___ and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks addressing herself by her first name. Have reality change and have her flashback to just moments before now remembering closing the door after talking to her nephew and walking upstairs and standing in her room and walking back downstairs and have it be in quoted text as she said to herself how she was so confused why she just walked randomly. Have her grab the money putting it in whatever she's wearing before admiring her nails as she grabbed her purse and her car keys and slipped into another pair of her shoes and left the house to go do what she wanted with her nephew's money and include which shoes they were. Have her eventually get done getting home and start walking back into the house walking back in and setting her purse down and kicking off those shoes and walking to the living room couch. Have her say that was such good timing for ___ to have money in his hand for me to spend on my ____ that way i don't have to use any of my own money i still have ____ dollars left and have it be in quoted text filing in the blanks happy her nephew had just enough money for her to spend but mentioning she had a huge amount of money. Have her then say i'm thirsty i feel like pouring myself a nice glass of ____ and have it be in quoted text filling in the blanks not just mentioning wine but specifying the exact kind of wine she was pouring. Have her sit down on the couch with her wine sipping it as she chuckled to herself. Have Have her look at the same photo from earlier now seeing it in a different light smiling looking down at her body. Have her say wow i remember this photo me and ____ were ____ together about __ years ago i've always been the hotter old___ sister my as____ always looked more attractive than hers even all these years later and have it be in quoted text filing in the blanks also criticizing something about her sister she thinks she's more attractive in and insulting her out loud. Have her then get up and walk upstairs to her room. Have her spot her platform sandals picking them up and taking them downstairs. Have her seductively sit down with them and slip them onto her feet slowly as she thought about her husband with a step by step process of all the flirty things she did while putting them on her feet. Have her sit down on her couch smiling as she admired her platform sandals having no memory of who she used to be. Have her look down at her wedding ring thinking about her husband and have it be in quoted text deciding to touch up on her outfit to look more attractive for her husband mentioning him by name and mentioning the part of her outfit he would the most and why being very specific and seductive also mentioning how she decided to wear the platform sandals just for him and why she did. Have her then contemplate how she's gonna go up to her bedroom and pose on the bed while she waits for him to get home and have it be in quoted text mentioning what she should do with her legs but only wear the platforms in the bed and nothing else mentioning the number of years she's been married to her husband. Have her then think about her nephew and how to get him to leave so she and her husband can have fun together and have it be in quoted text. Have her then get up practicing her seductive walk and have her pretend her husband is home saying flirty things to him and have it be in quoted text before chuckling and making fun of herself for being the age she is and acting like a young woman lecturing herself to act her age mentioning her age. Have her then walk upstairs touching up on some stuff about her appearance in anticipation for her husband getting thinking about all the years they've been married and have it be in quoted text she said how much she gets excited when she thinks about how he chose her of all the women he could have. Have her get undressed until she's only wearing her platform sandals and have her crawl on the bed lying on her back and putting her legs up as waiting for her husband to get home. Have her flashback to how she got the platform sandals and have it be in quoted text and how long she's had them and how much they cost her and where she got them admiring her pedicure and mentioning her pedicure and where she got it done and how much it cost her. Have her think her husband is about to walk in the room but have it not be him and include in the story what she actually did end up hearing.
Once upon a time, in a small town in Ohio, a little boy named Timmy lived with his family. Timmy was 8 years old, stood at 4 feet tall, and weighed 60 pounds. He was born on July 14, 2015. Timmy had sandy blonde hair that was always a bit messy and big, curious blue eyes. His mother, Cindy, was 48 years old. Cindy stood at 5 feet 6 inches, weighed 140 pounds, and had beautiful chestnut-brown hair cut in a bob style. She had hazel eyes and a gentle, loving presence about her. Cindy was born on December 20, 1975. Timmy's aunt, Laura, Cindy's older sister, was even more intriguing to him. Laura was 56, eight years older than Cindy. She was shorter than Cindy, standing at 5 feet 4 inches, and weighed around 130 pounds. Laura's birthday was on March 15, 1967. Her hair was a darker shade of brown than Cindy's and worn in a fashionable short style. She too had hazel eyes. Laura always adorned herself in jewelry, sparkling and elaborate, and always had her nails perfectly done in a deep red color. Their mother, Timmy's grandma, was named Margaret, but everyone called her Maggie. Maggie was a sprightly 74 years old, standing at 5 feet 2 inches, weighing around 125 pounds. Born on August 5, 1949, Maggie had silver-grey hair styled in soft curls. Her eyes were a brilliant blue, twinkling with wisdom and love. One sunny afternoon, Timmy decided to walk to Aunt Laura's house for the first time by himself. He approached her door nervously, clutching a few crumpled dollar bills he intended to spend on candy at the corner store. Timmy knocked on the door, and after a moment, it opened. Laura stood there, a vision of sophistication. She was wearing platform sandals with bold, black straps that wrapped elegantly around her ankles, making her appear taller. Her outfit consisted of a flowing floral dress with a cinched waist, accentuating her figure, and a denim jacket casually draped over her shoulders. Her nails were freshly painted in deep red, matching the multiple rings on her fingers, including a large, ornate wedding ring featuring a sparkling diamond outlined with smaller jewels. Her wrists jangled with bracelets, and she wore long, dangling earrings that glittered in the sunlight. Her short hair was meticulously styled, every strand in place. "Hello, Timmy!" Laura's voice was warm but carried an undertone of mature authority. Before Timmy could say a word, she noticed the money in his hand and swiftly snatched it away. "No, Auntie Laura! That's my money for candy!" Timmy begged, his words lisping in desperation, "Pleath, give it back!" Laura chuckled, shaking her head gently. "No, sweetheart. I'd rather spend it on getting a new pair of earrings I've been eyeing for myself." Her voice was calm and unwavering. Timmy's shoulders slumped as he trudged inside her house, feeling bummed out. Laura then said, "I'm going out to get a manicure and pamper myself." She smirked. He took off his shoes and socks, thinking about how to retrieve his money. As he wandered through her house, he spotted a photograph of his mom and aunt together when they were younger, smiling brightly. Deciding he needed his money back, Timmy tiptoed upstairs and approached Laura's bedroom door. He eased it open and spotted the money on her vanity table. He dashed towards it, grabbed it triumphantly, but suddenly, a shimmering bracelet shot out and attached itself to his wrist. Panicking, Timmy stumbled out of the bedroom, clutching the money tightly in his small hand. As he reached the living room, his clothes began to evaporate and disappear, leaving him standing there in sheer confusion and growing worry. His feet started to crack and age rapidly, transforming into feminine, womanly feet complete with the deep red nail polish his aunt wore. "No! Thith can’t be happening!" Timmy cried out, begging the photo of his mom and aunt for help. "Mommy, I don't wanna be a girl or become my auntie!" His slender legs began to curve, his torso and chest swelled, forming his aunt's breasts. His arms and fingers slimmed and elongated, and his head, hair, and face matured into Laura’s elegant features. As he tried to vocalize his plea, his voice shifted to mirror his aunt's mature, feminine tone. "Please, don't let thith happen! Stop it! I don't want thith!" But with each word, her speech patterns and language became indistinguishably like Laura's, causing her to freak out even more and look at the photo again, somehow still hoping it could save her. Suddenly, Laura’s identical outfit formed on her body, and more of her jewelry appeared one piece at a time. Timmy's young memories started fading into memories of Laura's life, mid-sentence, he blurted, “Oh no, Mommy help me, please Mommy...wait, why am I referring to Cindy as my Mommy? She’s my sister Cindy!” She looked around the living room utterly perplexed, her mind now fully believing she was Laura. "That's strange, I remember putting that in my purse after taking it from my nephew Timmy, why is it down here? Why am I still home? Jesus Laura, you're 56 years old, did I drink too much wine again? I was supposed to go out and get my nails done like I told my nephew." Laura then experienced a sudden flashback. She remembered closing the door after talking to Timmy, walking upstairs, then coming back downstairs. "Why did I just walk around like that?” she wondered aloud, thoroughly confused. She decided to put the money back in her purse, admiring her nails before grabbing her keys. She slipped into another pair of her shoes, elegant high heels this time, and left the house. After her pampering session, she eventually returned home, placing her purse down as she walked inside, kicking off her heels in the process. "That was such good timing for Timmy to have that money in his hand for me to spend on my earrings, now I don't have to use any of my own money. I still have fifty dollars left," Laura mused, satisfied with how the day turned out. "I'm thirsty, I feel like pouring myself a nice glass of Chardonnay." Seated comfortably on the couch with her wine, Laura chuckled to herself, looking at the same photo from earlier. "Wow, I remember this photo. Me and Cindy were so young together, about 30 years ago. I've always been the hotter older sister, my ass always looked more attractive than hers, even all these years later.” She criticized Cindy openly, feeling superior. Feeling playful and reminiscing about her husband, Laura got up and retrieved her platform sandals from the bedroom. She seductively slipped them onto her feet, the straps hugging her skin snugly as she thought about her husband. She adored how the platform sandals complemented her legs, making her feel youthful and alluring. Admiring her platform sandals, she looked down at her wedding ring, her thoughts filled with her husband. “John will love seeing me like this. I should touch up my makeup and do my hair perfectly just for him. He always loves this dress the most because it hugs my body in all the right places. I'll wear these platform sandals just for him; he loves how they make my legs look." Feeling giddy, she contemplated posing on the bed seductively, waiting for him to get home. "I should lie on the bed with my legs up, showing them off with these platforms. After all, we've been married for 20 wonderful years." She then thought about Timmy, realizing she needed to find a way to get him to leave. “I’ll just tell Timmy to go home to Cindy when he gets back so John and I can have some time alone.” Practicing her seductive walk, she pretended John was already home, “Hi John... guess who's waiting for you?” she said flirtily. Laughing at herself, she then scolded her actions, “Laura, you’re 56 years old! Act your age!” With excited anticipation, she went upstairs to touch up on her appearance, thinking about all the years she and John have been together. “Even after all this time, he chose me of all the women out there. It still gets me excited.” As she prepared, her thoughts drifted to her platform sandals. "I’ve had these platform sandals for a few years now. They cost me a pretty penny, but they were worth every cent. I got them at a boutique downtown, and I always feel glamorous in them." She admired her pedicure, freshly done at the same place as the sandals, even recalling how much it cost. "My pedicures always make me feel pampered, just like this one. Got it done at that fancy salon, for 60 dollars!" Thinking John was about to walk into the room, she nervously anticipated his arrival but instead heard something contrary to her expectations -- it was her ringtone from her phone notifying her of a message.
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