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Question: Story: Write me a story the way I type about 13 year old Ron at his grandma's house for the weekend. His 64 year old grandma Darlene was extremely old school and very strict on electronics confiscating his phone as he first entered her home. Please have Darlene say the quote "Yep I'll be taking that thank you very much. No need for that when I was growing up and real life living will do you a world of good" Ron was kinda concerned about not having his phone though as he had just got a girl's number and was thinking of inviting her over to his house very shortly. Darlene then left the house shortly after talking about how she was gonna go shopping and get her prescription. Please have Darlene say the quote "Don't touch your phone young man. You can have it back when you leave" Ron wasted no time going into his grandma's room. Please have Ron scrunch his nose at all the outdated items including her old dresses, robes, shoes, and jewelry. Ron noticed his grandma's purse in the closet with his phone peeking out of the purse. Ron carefully climbed the shelves to reach his phone grabbing it. Suddenly, Ron lost grip of the shelves falling out of the closet knocking his grandma's purse over his shoulder and somehow landing his feet in a pair of Darlene's old lady sandals. Please have Ron waddle out to the living room and then remove the sandals and the purse. As Ron went to text his girlfriend, he felt a tingling sensation in his feet. Looking down, he noticed his feet cracking and aging getting wrinkly. The look of his feet was familiar until he realized they were his grandma's feet. Panic came over him as he realized what was happening. His old outfit evaporating into thin air leaving him not wearing anything. His arms and legs lengthened and thinned out becoming old as did his torso as he gained his grandma's old breasts. His head and face changing as his hair grew short and white and curly like most grandmas and his eyes turned blue but gray slightly and his teeth grew crooked and yellow as his voice matured into his grandma's older pitch. His outfit slowly became an old style short pink dress with a floral shirt. Looking in a nearby mirror startled Ron. Please have Ron say the quote "This can't be happening. Oh no! I even sound like her. What am I gonna do?" Ron decided to pull up his phone and start texting his girlfriend to come to the house panicking. As he did, his memories started shifting and altering slowly causing him to not know how to use his phone. Panicking, Ron desperately tried to send the text in time but it was too late. Soon, Ron was gone and Darlene was all that was left. The new Darlene looked at the phone in her hand and got extremely confused. Please have Darlene say the quote "Now what in the good Lord's name was I doing again? Why am I holding my grandson's phone in my hand? How do these contraptions even work? You gotta be some kind of wiz or rocket scientist to figure these things out. I prefer a good old spin dial phone" She spotted her sandals and her purse. Please have Darlene grab her sandals putting them on and grab her purse throwing it over her shoulder. Darlene slowly walked over to the mirror looking at her reflection. Please have Darlene say the quote "Gee willikers. I got a nagging feeling something isn't right but I'm not quite sure what" Please have Darlene say the quote "Oh you know what? I know what the problem is. My grandson is still missing. Ron dear, are you still here? Please tell me you didn't leave without telling your grandma" As Darlene looked around the house, she grew more worried wondering where her grandson was having no memory of being the very grandson she was looking for.
Once upon a time, 13-year-old Ron was eagerly making his way over to his grandma's house for the weekend. This was not just any Grandma; her name was Darlene, a 64-year-old lady with vintage sensibilities and a rather strict stance on modern electronics. As soon as Ron crossed the threshold of her old-fashioned house, Grandma Darlene laid her eyes on the smartphone in his hand and swiftly took it away, saying, "Yep I'll be taking that thank you very much. No need for that when I was growing up and real life living will do you a world of good." Ron was troubled by this sudden development. He had just obtained a girl's phone number and was planning on asking her over to his house soon. Not long after this, Darlene prepared to leave the house desperately need to restock her pantry and fetch her prescription drugs from the pharmacy. Before leaving, she pointedly told Ron, "Don't touch your phone young man. You can have it back when you leave." As the door closed, Ron wasted no time in exploring, heading straight for his Grandma Darlene's room, filled with all sorts of antiquated items. He scrunched his nose at the sight of her old-fashioned dresses, dusty robes, worn out shoes, and tarnished jewelry. His eyes darted to a purse stashed away in the closet, his phone peeking out of it. Without a second thought, he climbed the shelves, reaching forward to retrieve his precious phone. Suddenly, he lost his grip, sprawling out of the closet, Darlene's purse flung over his shoulder, and his feet somehow landing in a pair of Darlene's old lady sandals. He waddled to the living room, clumsily removing the sandals and discarding the purse. Just as Ron was about to text his girlfriend, a strange sensation ran through his feet. Looking down, they were aging, wrinkles rapidly appearing, and his skin taking on the appearance of his grandma's feet. Wide-eyed, Ron watched as the transformation continued. His clothes evaporated, leaving him naked before his frame began to shift. His arms and legs elongated, thinned out, his torso morphed, and his hair shortened and curled, turning snowy white. He was horrified as his features changed, his voice deepening to match Darlene's. He was now wearing an old-fashioned pink dress matched with a floral shirt. Staring at his reflection in the mirror, he exclaimed in panic, "This can't be happening. Oh no! I even sound like her. What am I gonna do?" He tried to text the girl for help, but as his memories shifted and altered, using the phone became increasingly difficult. His panic accelerated, but it was too late; soon, there was no sign of 13-year-old Ron. Only Darlene stood there, holding Ron's phone in her hand, saying, "Now what in the good Lord's name was I doing again? Why am I holding my grandson's phone in my hand? How do these contraptions even work? You gotta be some kind of wiz or rocket scientist to figure these things out. I prefer a good old spin dial phone." Seeing her sandals and purse nearby, Darlene put them on without a second thought, looking at her reflection in the mirror. "Gee willikers. I got a nagging feeling something isn't right but I'm not quite sure what," she said. Suddenly, her face lit up. "Oh you know what? I know what the problem is. My grandson is still missing," she said, adding, "Ron dear, are you still here? Please tell me you didn't leave without telling your grandma." A strange lonesomeness filled the house where Ron once was, replaced by his uninformed Grandma Darlene, unaware she had just become the very grandson she was now looking for. The end.
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