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Question: Write me a long and detailed 130 numbered sentences story the way I type about a little boy with a description of the boy's name, 5 years old, 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 14 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 with a girl he had a crush on who was his age 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 that he's too young for a girl anyway 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 taking his money and walking upstairs and standing in her room and kicking off her platform sandals 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 and be very specific with precise details of her putting each shoe on her feet in every way. 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 mentioning a risque part of her body 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 but unwillingly being very corny making references to singers from when she was growing up and unwillingly sounding very old and have it be in quoted text before chuckling and making fun of herself for being the age she is and specify the outdated things she mentioned. 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 as she said how much she gets excited when she thinks about how he chose her of all the women he could have and specify what she's touching up on or adding to her outfit. 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 remembering the effort she put into fighting for them and specify what she had to do. 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. Have her dream about her childhood and specify what time period she's dreaming about and what she's wearing and what she's doing and have her flash forward to her wedding day and what year it was and what she was wearing and where she got married and then flash to recently with her husband and then have her dream she's embracing her husband and her platform sandals were in the air then have her wake up thinking her it was real and apologizing to her husband for possibly kicking him in the head with her shoes and have it be in quoted text calling him a pet name and being specific on which one she used. Have her wake up fully and realize she wasn't actually embracing her husband. Have her never remember her old life ever. Have her husband text her saying he's gonna be gone indefinitely bumming her out even more. Have her justify why he's gone still being bummed and have it be in quoted text
Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Tommy. Tommy was just five years old, stood about 3 feet 6 inches tall, and weighed around 40 pounds. He had a vibrant imagination and a heart full of dreams. His birthday was March 15th, 2018, and he was born in the sunny state of California. Tommy was white and had blonde hair, which was cut in a stylish bowl cut, and his eyes were a sparkling blue that seemed to hold endless wonder. Tommy's older mom, Lisa, was 42 years old, stood at 5 feet 7 inches, and weighed around 140 pounds. Lisa's birthday was on February 10th, 1981, and she had auburn hair styled in loose waves and hazel eyes that twinkled when she smiled. She adored Tommy and worked hard to provide him with a happy, loving home. Lisa had an older sister named Margaret, who was 14 years her senior, making her 56 years old. Margaret was shorter than Lisa, standing at 5 feet 4 inches and weighing 135 pounds. She was born on November 8th, 1965, and had graying hair kept short in a pixie cut. Her eyes, a deep shade of green, were always filled with wisdom from years of experience. Their mother, Tommy's grandma, was named Eleanor. Eleanor was 77 years old and stood at 5 feet 3 inches, weighing around 120 pounds. Her birthday was on January 25th, 1946, and she had silver hair styled in a classic bob and blue eyes that had seen the world change in so many ways. On a sunny Saturday afternoon, Tommy was excited to visit Aunt Margaret’s house for the first time. He walked down the tree-lined street holding a small amount of money he had saved up to spend with Stephanie, a girl from his kindergarten class who he had a huge crush on. Nervously, he reached Aunt Margaret’s front door and knocked. Aunt Margaret answered the door wearing platform sandals that were at least three inches high, decorated with golden straps and a floral pattern that made them stand out. She wore a flowing turquoise blouse with intricate embroidery, and a pair of fitted white capris. Her short hair highlighted her dangling silver earrings, and her fingers, adorned with rings, showcased nails painted a vibrant shade of red. Around her neck was a chunky gold necklace, and her wrist had multiple bangles clinking softly. Her wedding ring, an elaborate piece with a large diamond, shimmered in the sunlight. “Hello, Tommy! What brings you here?” she asked, her voice mature and gentle. Tommy hesitated but showed her the money, mentioning his plan to spend it with his crush, Stephanie. Aunt Margaret’s eyes twinkled mischievously as she snatched the money from his hand. “Aw, sweetheart, you’re too young for girls anyway,” she said, shaking her head slightly. “I’d rather spend it on a nice spa day for myself.” Tommy's heart sank, and he begged, “Pleasth, Auntie Margaret, give me my money back!” “I’m sorry, Tommy,” his aunt replied in a soothing tone, “but I think I’ll treat myself to a nice massage and maybe a manicure.” Feeling bummed, Tommy walked inside her house, removing his shoes and socks, still hoping to retrieve his money. As he wandered around, he spotted a photo of his mom and aunt from when they were younger. The photo momentarily cheered him up, but his determination to get his money back was unwavering. Tommy decided to go upstairs to Aunt Margaret’s room, hoping to find the money. He opened the door carefully and spotted the cash on a dresser. With a triumphant grin, he walked towards it and grabbed it. However, as he did, a peculiar piece of Aunt Margaret’s jewelry, a golden bracelet, shot out and attached itself to his wrist. He stumbled out of the bedroom, clutching the money, as his clothes began to evaporate mysteriously. Panic set in as he noticed his feet aging and morphing into a womanly form, complete with Aunt Margaret’s red nail polish. Piece by piece, his body transformed. “No, no, I don’t wanna be a girl! I don’t wanna become my Auntie!” he cried out, looking at the photo for comfort. His legs, torso, and chest matured, developing into a woman’s shape, his fingers growing more delicate, and his face altering to match Aunt Margaret’s. “Stop it! Please, make it stop!” he pleaded, but his voice transformed into a mature, feminine tone, causing further distress. Slowly, his memories began to change. His aunt’s outfit and jewelry started forming on his new body, and his speech patterns followed suit. “Oh no! Mommy, help me please! Wait... why am I calling Lisa my mommy? She's my sister, Tiffany," he said, now fully believing he was his aunt and speaking exactly like her. The new Tiffany looked around the living room, puzzled, as she noticed the money. “That’s strange,” she pondered aloud. “I remember putting that in my purse after taking it from my nephew Tommy. Why is it down here?” She continued, confusion evident in her voice, “Why am I still home? Jesus, Tiffany, 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.” As reality shifted, she remembered closing the door after taking Tommy’s money, walking upstairs to her room, removing her platform sandals, and then randomly walking back downstairs. “What the heck? Why did I just walk downstairs like that?” she wondered. She grabbed the money, tucking it into her purse before admiring her manicure. Then, she picked up her car keys, slipped into another pair of elegant heels, and left the house with a destination in mind. When Tiffany returned after her spa day, she walked into the house, set her purse down, kicked off her shoes, and settled on the living room couch. “That was such good timing for Tommy to have money for me to spend on my nails. That way, I don’t have to use any of my own; I still have fifty dollars left,” she said, content with her nephew’s financial contribution. “I’m thirsty,” she continued. “I feel like pouring myself a nice glass of Sauvignon Blanc.” As she sipped her wine, Tiffany picked up the photo of her and Lisa, now seeing it in a different light. “Wow, I remember this photo. Me and Lisa were so close back then, about 27 years ago. I’ve always been the hotter older sister. My ass has always looked more attractive than hers, even all these years later,” she said, chuckling to herself. Deciding to go upstairs to her room, she spotted her platform sandals, picked them up, and brought them downstairs. Seductively, she sat down and slipped them back on, thinking about her husband, Greg. She carefully slid the golden straps over her feet, savoring the feel of the soft leather and the added height. Admiring her reflection, she thought, "Greg loves these sandals. They make my legs look longer and more attractive. I put these on just for him." Tiffany contemplated her next move. “I’ll go up to the bedroom and pose on the bed, waiting for Greg to come home,” she decided. “I should lie with my legs up, wearing just these platforms. We’ve been married for 35 fabulous years, and I still love to tease him.” Thinking about her nephew, she planned how to get him out of the house. “Tommy needs to leave before Greg gets home. We need our alone time,” she mused. Practicing her seductive walk, she pretended Greg was home, saying flirty things, “Hello, handsome. Ready for a walk on the wild side?” She couldn’t help but laugh at herself, remembering the outdated references from her youth. “I sound so old,” she chuckled, shaking her head. Returning upstairs, Tiffany touched up her lipstick and adjusted her blouse, thinking about how much Greg adored her. “I get so excited thinking about how Greg chose me, of all the women out there. I am his number one,” she whispered to herself. She undressed, leaving only her platform sandals on. Slipping into bed, she posed with her legs up, ready for Greg. As she reminisced, she remembered buying these sandals. “I fought so hard to get these. They were on sale, and some other lady wanted them too, but I got there first. They cost me seventy dollars, but they were worth every penny.” Suddenly, Tiffany thought she heard Greg coming home, but it turned out to be the neighbor’s dog barking. She laughed at herself and settled back down, drifting into a dream. She dreamt of her childhood in the 1970s, wearing a sundress and playing hopscotch. Then she flashed to her wedding day in 1988, wearing a beautiful white gown at a picturesque chapel. Lastly, she dreamt of recent moments with Greg, their love still strong. In her dream, she embraced Greg with her platform sandals in the air. Awaking suddenly, she apologized, “Sorry, darling, did I kick you with my shoes?” she mumbled, calling him “sweetheart.” Realizing it was just a dream and Greg wasn’t there, her confusion faded away. She missed who she used to be but had no memory of her old life. As she sat up, her phone buzzed with a text. Greg: “I’m going to be gone indefinitely. Important business trip. Love you.” Her heart sank. “I understand why he’s gone, but it still bums me out,” she said to herself, feeling the weight of his absence.
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