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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 and have her try to say no but say no in Russian scaring her. 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 take a breath and say she's never been an American and was born in Russia da? and have it be in quoted text. 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 than her are pathetic and worthless and are not real men and that she don't date American men and have it be in quoted text and broken English and have the woman say yes in Russian still in English letters and say American in Russian and Russian in Russian. 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.
Ten-year-old Molly, hailing from the peaceful and homely state of Iowa, was what anyone would call extraordinary for her age. With her emerald green eyes that caught the sunlight at noon, her hair, thick and black, styled in loose twin braids, she brought an air of innocent serenity with her wherever she ventured. Standing at 4'5" tall, she manifested a strikingly unique contrast against the backdrop of the brown and white shades of her locality. On this day, dressed in a traditional pink floral dress, she was returning from school when her mind started wandering off to the topic she was rather passionate about. "Mama always told me to be respectful to everyone no matter how they look. So why some girls in my school laugh at guys who are shorter? It's not nice. We should be understanding more, huh?" Molly voiced her thoughts aloud. However, her pondering was disrupted when she tripped over a small stone and watched as her white ankle socks and black leather school shoes tumbled down into a seemingly benign ditch. Not wanting to return home without her shoes, she hastened after them but stumbled into a large pair of platform sandals resting at the bottom. Try as she might, Molly found herself unable to disentangle her feet from the giant shoes, triggering a moment of panic. "Mommy! Mommy!" she whimpered, her voice dripping with worry. It was then that a transformation began. Her feet started to age and grow until her tiny toes filled the platforms. Overwhelmed by the sudden change, which included her height skyrocketing to over 7.5 ft, she added, "I hope I don't become mean to shorter guys now. I hope I'll still be the same kind girl, even now." As she grew, a black dress contoured itself around her changing body while her face got adorned with lipstick and makeup. Earrings swung from her lobes, a chic purse hanging from her now muscular shoulder. The panic rose in her voice as she cried, "Mommy!... Mама!" But halfway through, her voice had developed an adult-like deep tone with a thick Russian accent. "Нет, no..." she stammered in shock and confusion. Her child memories dissipated, replaced by new ones, those of a woman. She soon realized her new identity- "Violetta", a proud 28-year-old Russian woman standing tall at an impressive 7'7". "I have never been an American, I was born in Russia, да?" She chuckled as she picked up Molly's now miniature shoes and socks. "How tiny these shoes are. One of them could probably fit on one of my toes, yes?" With an amused laugh, she then tossed the shoes aside and questioned, "Why was I holding these puny shoes in this ditch, да?" Violetta climbed out of the ditch with one lofty step and beamed at her newfound independence. "I prefer taller men anyway, which is impossible with my height. Shorter men are pathetic, not real men. I don't date American men, да? Американский, Pусский." Her gaze slipped down to her platform sandals as she began to laugh, alleviated. With each step sounding more formidable than before, she crushed an unfortunate bug that crossed her path. "So tiny, these bugs, just like back home. Love crushing them, да?" With a stride full of confidence, Violetta moved towards a mirror. As her laughter echoed through the quiet street, she sang a Russian song, a blend of English and her native tongue. With the puny American shoes lost in her cruel mirth, she mocked them with disdain. "Could stomp all over them, these puny American shoes, да?" she declared as her laugh echoed in the growing dusk.
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