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Question: Story: Write me a story the way I write about a random 10 year old girl with a description of what state in the US the girl lives in, the girl's name, her current height, her hair color and style and eye color and her appearance and what she's wearing. Have the girl be talking about how girls in general need to be more understanding of shorter guys and how men shouldn't be judged for their height and have it be in quoted text. Have her be walking home from school when she trips causing her shoes and socks to fall down a small ditch. Have the girl rush down to get her shoes and socks tripping over a massive pair of platform sandals slipping her feet into them accidentally. Have the girl try to remove the giant shoes but be unable to freaking out. Have her freak out screaming for her mommy and have it be in quoted text and have it be like a little kid saying it. Have her feet slowly crack and age growing massively until they fit in the platform sandals complete with a pedicure. Have her slowly grow to a height over 7.5 ft tall as her arms and legs and body feminize as she gains a pair of boobs. Have the girl say how she hopes she isn't gonna become a meanie to guys shorter than her and how she hopes to be the same kind girl she is now and have it be in quoted text. Have a custom made black dress with no legs form on her new body as lipstick and makeup formed on her face. Have earrings form in her ears and a purse form on her shoulder. Have the girl freak out screaming for her mommy again but have her voice turn deeper and female and have a Russian accent halfway through the sentence and have it be in quoted text and broken English halfway through the sentence. Have the girl lose her memories completely until she only remembers being the woman. Reveal the woman's name, age, height and why her platform sandals were in the ditch as she picks up the shoes and socks. Have the woman say how tiny the shoes and socks are and how one shoe could probably fit on one of her toes and have it be in quoted text and broken English and have the woman say yes in Russian still in English letters and have the woman laugh before tossing the shoes and socks in the grass. Have the woman ask herself why she's in the ditch and why she was holding those puny shoes and have it be in quoted text and broken English and have the woman say yes in Russian still in English letters. Have the woman turn around looking over the ditch while being in it and have her take one step out of the ditch back onto the sidewalk. Have the woman smile as she thinks about how happy she is to be single. Have the woman mention how she would prefer taller men anyway which is probably impossible with her height and how men that are shorter are pathetic and worthless and are not real men and have it be in quoted text and broken English and have the woman say yes in Russian still in English letters. Have the woman look down at her platform sandals with a smile before stomping more aggressively as she walked down road and have her be laughing really loud as she does so. Have the woman notice a bug on the ground eyeing it carefully before bringing her foot up and stomping on it with her platform sandal. Have the woman say how tiny the bugs are and how she loves crushing them like back home and have it be in quoted text and broken English and have her say yes in Russian a lot still spelled Da and have her add one little Russian saying at the end of her sentence. Have her start singing a Russian female song and have it be in quoted text and broken English and Russian. Have the woman walk up to a mirror posing before thinking about the shoes and doing a sarcastic Russian laugh. Have the woman mock the puny American shoes and how she could stomp all over them and have it be in quoted text and broken English and have her say yes in Russian still spelled Da.
In a quiet suburb of Idaho resided a delightful 10-year-old girl named Abby. Standing at a petite 4 feet and 2 inches, Abby was distinctively recognizable by her chestnut curls and twinkling green eyes. Place her in a sea of children, and she would stand out with her favored outfit of a bright yellow raincoat she inherited from her grandmother, mismatched knee-high socks, and adorable little saddle shoes. Abby was, quite simply, a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day. "Midgets, shrimps, or runts, I just do not understand why we label boys who are shorter," Abby remarked one sunny afternoon, walking home from school alone. She continued passionately, "They're still boys, aren't they? Why does their height matter?" As if destiny was listening to her, Abby tripped on an unseen obstacle, causing her shoes and socks to fall into a nearby ditch. "Oh, my shoes!" she cried out, scrambling down the small embankment towards her missing footwear. In her hurry, Abby stumbled over a pair of grand platform sandals, her tiny feet accidentally slipping into them. Panic overtook her as she struggled to remove the enormous shoes, but to no avail. "Mommy!" she cried out like a lost toddler. Just as terror began mounting in her heart, she felt a peculiar sensation. She looked down to see her feet ageing and thickening, growing to fit inside the oversized footwear. Before she knew it, her body began following suit, height exceeding 7.5ft, and her limbs maturing in strange proportions. "Oh, dear, I do hope...me no, becoming mean to little men," Abby said, her voice coming out with a grown woman's tone. As the transformation progressed, a custom black dress took place of her little ensemble, hugging and accentuating her newfound curves. Makeup formed on her face, earrings appeared in her earlobes, a purse magically slinging over her shoulder. "Мама...I... nee…help!" Abby's childhood pleas for her mother gradually morphed into a rich female voice with a distinct Russian accent. As her memories faded and reformed, Abby ceased to exist, and in her place stood a tall, stunning Russian lady. Her name was Irina, a 30-year-old woman who stood over 7 feet tall. The giant platforms were hers; she had lost them in the ditch while running from a disappointing date. "These puny things," Irina said, laughing as one of Abby's miniature saddle shoes barely fit a single toe. She tossed them aside, "Это ни о чем!"(no big deal!). Realization hit her as she found herself in the ditch, "Why I be here, and these puny shoes holding?" Irina placed a hand on her hip, chuckling at her situation, "Да (Yes)." She stepped out of the ditch with the grace of a ballet dancer, triumphant in her solitary state. "Big or small, real men not like bugs under my heel. Puny, pathetic. Not man at all," Irina declared, her accent accentuating her point. With a noticeable smile, Irina continued to stomp her way down the road, the sight of a small helpless bug under the shadow of her giant platform catching her eye. "Tiny bug. Just like back home, da?" Laughter filled the street as she crushed the bug beneath her foot. With her head thrown back, Irina sang a Russian tune, the beating of her platformed feet providing the rhythm. She spotted a mirror outside a clothing store and posed for her reflection. "Oh, the puny American shoes," she began with a mocking tone, "I could stomp all over them, да?" Irina chuckled at the idea, her laughter resonating deeply as she confidently strutted down the street, a transformed force to be reckoned with in the quiet Idaho suburb.
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