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Question: Write a story about a teenage girl who was practising theatrical make-up. She had spread spirit gum on her chin and lip and was now painstakingly attaching very short hair. When she was satisfied, she trimmed the hair until it looked like natural stubble. She was quite satisfied with her effort, as with her long hair pulled out of her usual braid and slightly messy, her face free of make-up and her fake stubble, she looked astoundingly like her older brother. The fact that she was wearing his hockey jersey only increased the resemblance. She headed downstairs where her mother greeted her with her brother's name. She stifled a giggle as her mother said that she had booked the hairdresser for a trim. At the hairdresser, she was too caught up in reading the surfing magazine in front of her to notice the stylist using the clippers to trim away her long hair. When it was done, she was shocked so see her reflection. With her short almost beach style hair she looked more like her brother than her brother would. When they arrived back at home, she realised that because her mother thought she was her brother, and because her brother still had long hair, that their mother would think her brother was her daughter. She sent a picture of her current look to her brother, telling him that she was stuck looking like him. A few minutes later, she got a selfie of him wearing her sports bra and spanx, along with a text with him saying that he would wear her clothes and pretend to be her until she found a solution, but she would need to show him how to wear make-up.
Fleur wiped the last flecks of spirit gum from her fingers, squinting into the mirror as she studied her handiwork. Tiny hairs, painstakingly snipped from a fake beard kit, now formed a patchy stubble on her chin and upper lip. It wasn't quite Hollywood-special-effects level, but it looked good enough for the drama club's workshop tomorrow—and, perhaps more satisfyingly, she looked exactly like Lucas, her older brother. With her hair loose and ruffled, the resemblance was uncanny. She grabbed his old hockey jersey from her chair and slipped it on, grinning at her transformation. It tugged at her shoulders in all the same places, and even the faint grass stains on the sleeve felt familiar. She padded downstairs, amused by her own cleverness. Her mother glanced up from her phone. "Lucas, there you are! Ready for your haircut, finally? I've booked the hairdresser. Let’s go, or we'll be late." Fleur's lips curled in a silent giggle. There was no harm in the mix-up—a haircut sounded fun, and it was a perfect test of her disguise. At the salon, she settled into the chair, picking up a surfing magazine with a bright blue cover. She lost herself in articles about tides and board tricks, only dimly aware of the gentle snick-snick-snicking behind her as clippers buzzed and hair fell away. The breeze on her neck felt odd—but she barely glanced up until the stylist spun the chair and revealed her reflection. Her heart leapt. Her long hair, gone. In its place, a tousled, short beach-style cut, even more like her brother's than Lucas himself. Her stubble, remarkably intact, added the final touch. Fleur hardly recognized herself. "Whoa," she whispered. Her mother smiled, fanning her phone. "Much better, Lucas. You look so grown-up now." On the drive home, the oddity settled in. Her brother—who'd rebelled against haircuts for months—still wore his hair almost to his shoulders. When he got home, her mom would think he was Fleur. And Fleur, technically, would be Lucas. The absurdity tickled her. She snapped a selfie: short hair, stubble still in place, hockey jersey, thumbs up. Stuck looking like you, she texted Lucas. Mom thought I was you and got my hair cut. Help! Lucas replied within minutes. The accompanying selfie made her snort with laughter: he was wearing her sports bra over his T-shirt, Spanx pulled up high, lips pursed and eyebrows raised. This text: Don't worry, I got it covered. I'll be you until you figure it out. But you owe me a make-up lesson! Fleur smiled, her spirits lifted. She had to admit: the world might get a bit mixed up, but together, her brother and she could handle anything—even a case of mistaken identity, a haircut, and a family comedy of errors.
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