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Question: The year is 2021. Write me a long and thorough and detailed story the way I write about a random 6 year old 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 young mom's name, age mentioned, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. His young dad whose no longer in his life's name, age mentioned, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. His young aunt's name, age mentioned, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. His young uncle whose busy doing other stuff'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 mentioned, birth year mentioned, hair color and style and eye color. Have him be walking to a salon alone for the first as he entered the salon. Have the woman working be an Indian woman with an Indian style hairstyle a blazer, a traditional outfit and traditional raised shoes with her nails painted and a wedding ring on her finger and jewelry all over her body with a description of the jewelry and the shoes. Reveal the Indian woman's name, age being 8 years younger than his grandma, height being shorter than his grandma, weight, birthday, birth year being 8 years younger than his grandma, hair color and eye color. Have the woman leave the room to get something for the boy's hair cut and have her say to the boy to wait for her to come back and have it be in quoted text and very broken English and halted with misspellings. Have the boy slip his own shoes and socks while he waited as he felt the cold floor beneath his feet as he walked around the barber. Have the boy spot a bag or purse of some kind with a description of what's inside a salon stylist would have for herself along with personal items. Have the boy suddenly need to use the bathroom innocently yelling out he had to potty and have it be in quoted text with words spelled different cause of a lisp. Have the boy decide to go down a hallway thinking it led to the bathroom as he walked with his head up looking at something else 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 shoes 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 shoes when his feet started cracking and aging into female feet with nail polish matching the woman's. Have the boy frantically pull the shoes removing them but not stopping the changes. 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 he doesn't wanna be an icky girl and have it be in quoted text with words spelled wrong cause of a lisp. Have him somehow find out the birth year of the Indian woman he was becoming realizing he was now only slightly younger than his grandma and much older than his mom and aunt causing him to shake and cry in fear. Have the boy be scared as he worriedly started singing a song his mom always taught him to sing when he was scared. Have his own shoes and socks disappear completely worrying him. Have his whole body morph and mature into the woman's as an identical outfit and nail polish formed on him as he looked exactly like the woman minus the jewelry and wedding ring and shoes. Have the boy's memories start altering as his voice and accent changed into an Indian one. Have the boy continue singing the song to calm himself down as his memories altered completely as he was singing an American lullaby and have it be in quoted text as it morphs into a traditional Indian song having the quoted text morph midway through but also having the Indian song also be translated. Have the woman smile as she finished singing before looking down at her outfit before spotting her jewelry and wedding ring and shoes which were hers of course. Have her decide to put her hair up with a description of the way she did her hair with a step by step process of how she did it. She then strutted over to where her jewelry was adding it all to her outfit as well as adding her wedding ring being specific about the jewelry she was adding and where she was adding it and how she was adding it with a step by step process on what she was doing with the jewelry. Have her then pick up her shoes walking to a nearby chair and sitting down and setting the shoes down momentarily. Have her bend down slipping each shoe in it's rightful spot onto her feet with a step by step process on what she was doing. Have her then adjust her outfit and her shoes in a feminine way doing womanly things as she walked around her salon stumbling and losing her shoes once again momentarily. Have her grab them again putting them on once again adjusting them to fit her feet even tighter and adjusting her hair and with very detailed descriptions on how she adjusted her shoes. Please include a detailed description of how she adjusted her shoes on her feet. Have the woman look around her salon wondering what she was doing moments ago strutting around loudly and worriedly before saying out loud that she wondered what she was doing and have it be in quoted text in broken English with words spelled wrong and halted English. Have her say how she's so confused as to why no customers today and have it be in quoted text in broken English with words spelled wrong and halted English missing Ss at the end of words. Have her spot her bag or purse walking over to it and going through it and pulling something out being feminine traditional and her using it. Have her continue to tidy up her salon being specific on what she was doing while happily strutting around in her shoes singing a traditional Indian song while she worked with a step by step on how she was moving and what she was cleaning. Have her start sweeping glancing down at her shoes stomping once with each foot as she just loved the way they made her feel with her loudly mocking her short height and have it be in quoted text and broken and halted English. Have her smile as she looked at her reflection seeing the only reflection she had known her entire life adjusting a random part of her outfit in the mirror before sitting down.

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Once upon a time, in the quickly evolving year of 2021, there was a curious young man named David. He had just celebrated his 6th birthday, age noted with wide, eager eyes. Standing at an average height of 3 foot, nine inches, and weighing around 45 pounds, David showed all the physical attributes of a typical boy of his age; wild and full of engine-like energy. Born on January 15th of 2015 in the bustling state of New York, his adventurous spirit was mirrored by his slushy blue eyes. Crowned by a mop of curly light brown hair, David's face was a mirror image of innocence. David's young mother, Anna, was a doting parent. She was just 21 years old, and despite her petite frame, she bore a visible strength in her stance. Currently at 5 foot, four inches and 115 pounds, she radiated a powerful aura of determination and grit. Her birthday was on May 23rd, 2000. Long, curly brown hair cascading down her shoulders, coupled with expressive brown eyes, completed her pretty features. Anna was once in love with a man named Jake, who was no longer part of their lives. Jake, at 23 years old, stood at 5 foot, eleven inches tall, and was close to 150 pounds. His birthday was on April 2nd, 1998. He had dark brown hair, styled in a messy manner, something that he claimed was a deliberate style choice. His eyes, the same slushy blue as his son, were often clouded with things left unvoiced. In the absence of Jake, Anna's younger sister, Bella, played a crucial role in David's life. Just 19 years old, with a height of 5 foot, three inches and a weight of 110 pounds, Bella was born on September 5th, 2002. Her striking red hair was usually braided tightly to a side, and her green eyes shone with mischief and warmth. David adored Bella, and their bond was quite evident. Living slightly distant from them was Anna and Bella's older brother, Alex. Alex was a busy 24-year-old man. He was tall, standing at 6 foot, one inch, and weighed around 160 pounds. His birthday fell on November 30th, 1997, and he had inherited the same slushy blue eyes from their mother. His hair was dark brown like his father's but cleanly cropped. Despite his busy schedule, moments spent with David were Alex's cherished memories. Their grandma, Elaine, held a special place in David's heart. At 68 years old, with a height of 5 foot, five inches, and a weight of 145 pounds, she was born on February 17th, 1953. Her once brown hair had now turned grayish, but she bore them with pride, often styled in a neat bun. Her pair of azure blue eyes held years of wisdom and love. One sunny morning, David, decided to venture alone to a salon. As he stepped foot inside, he was greeted by a kind-looking Indian woman named Amrita. Her age was already 60, being eight years younger than Elaine and shorter than her by few inches, standing at 5 foot, two inches and weighing around 130 pounds. She was born on November 20th, 1961, and donned a traditional outfit, a blue embroidered saree and a blazer, paired with raised traditional Indian shoes, making her look slightly taller. Her hair was slick and neatly braided, complementing her brown eyes. The shimmer of her nails matched her sparkling jewelry. The jewelry was of all kinds - classic Indian bangles, beaded necklaces, and large hoop earrings. "Yoo wait hare boy, me getting sometings for yor hair cut," she said in halted English, leaving David alone for a bit. Obediently, David started taking off his socks and shoes, walking around and enjoying the cool sensation of the salon’s tiled floor under his tiny, bare feet. His eyes fell on Amrita’s purse, a large, cluttered bag filled with various hairstyling tools and a few personal items. Suddenly, feeling an urge in his tiny stomach, he shouted, "Me needs tu potty!” Assuming the toilet to be down the hallway, he started walking towards it. Accidentally, he tripped over something and found his feet somehow slipped into Amrita's shoes. His heart pounded as he tried to take them off, but as he looked down, his feet seemed different. He couldn't believe his eyes as they appeared older and feminine, with nails painted in the same color as Amrita's. Panic struck him as he tried to free his feet from the shoes. “May-may and Gwammy gonna miss me, I didin du nufin wong, just had to go potty. Me dunna wanna be icky girl,’' he cried, his voice trembling. At the sight of a document revealing Amrita's birth year – 1961, he was terrified, realizing he was now older than his own mother, and barely younger than his grandmother. His heart cried out in terror, and he started singing a song his mother taught him to sing when he was scared. Suddenly, he could no longer see his familiar foot-wears. His body changed and morphed, all the while his tune calmed him down. He literally stepped into Amrita's shoes, and her identical outfit and nail polish formed on him. His memories started to alter, his voice and accent changed into an Indian one. "Nina bobo, oh Nina bobo," he sang in a soft lullaby. As he continued singing, the song morphed into a traditional Indian song, "So ja raj kumari soja, soja rajkumari soja." After the transformation, Amrita looked down at her outfit, her beautiful saree draped perfectly around her maturing aged body. Spotting her jewelry and shoes, she picked up her traditional Indian jhumkas, intricate maang tika, mangalsutra which her husband gave her, as well as her wedding ring. With practiced ease, she arranged her hair in a proper bun, looping strands over each other before securing it at the top of her head. Her hands then moved to pick up the bangles, which she slid onto her wrists with a soft resonance of glass against skin. Next came the ornate necklace that fell delicately against her chest. Last but not least, she took her ring and carefully placed it back on her finger. Now, it was time for her shoes. She gracefully moved over to the chair, setting down the traditional raised shoes she so admired. Carefully, she slipped the right shoe onto her right foot, making sure it fit snugly before repeating the action with her left shoe on her left foot. Content with the adjustments, Amrita strutted around, making minor tweaks to her saree and shoes, pressing the pads of her feet more firmly into the raised shoes and pulling the pleats of her saree more to the side. Her soft hands gingerly adjusted her blouse, pulling at the end of her saree to make sure it was secure. She took extra care during the whole process, ensuring the shoes fitted perfectly – not too tight, not too loose, before finally standing tall and taking confident strides around the room. Suddenly she felt a wave of confusion wash over her. "Wath me doing here, waiting for customer?" she mumbled almost to herself in broken English, her deep-set, almond-shaped eyes scanning the entire salon. Stumbling upon her professional bag, Amrita opened it and withdrew a colorful fabric. It was her dupatta, the long, flowing scarf typically paired with her traditional attire. Carefully, she draped it over her shoulders, letting it fall back gracefully. Amrita spent the rest of the day tidying up her salon. She dusted off her mirrors, straightened her chairs, and swept away any stray dust with a practiced rhythm. All the while, her shoes clicked against the salon's floor in a harmonious rhythm. Immersed in her work, Amrita failed to notice how her feet occasionally slipped out of her shoes. Unfazed, she would retrieve them, adjust them again, and carry on with her work. She took the time to align the shoes to the contours of what she believed to be her always familiar feet, careful to ensure her toes had ample space, her heel was cradled comfortably, and the straps were tight enough to hold the foot but loose enough to allow blood circulation. Glancing at her reflection in the mirror, Amrita flashed a confident smile as she adjusted her bangles, feeling an odd sense of deja vu. She sat down, reflecting on the weird turn of events, her thoughts drowned in her own confusion but also filled with hopes of a new beginning in her otherwise familiar world.

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April 29, 2024, 8:32 p.m.

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