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Question: Write a story about a boy who has been taken to the hairdresser by mistake mother for a long overdue trim. While he is waiting, he sees a girl sitting there who has the same hair colour as him and the same eye colour. Their faces are also similar. After a few minutes the girl comes over and grabs his hand, pulling him behind a screen. She tells him that she has a great idea and the two of them are going to switch clothes to see if anyone notices. The boy puts on the girls pantis and training bra, along with her pale yellow dress, and her sandals. The girl puts on his briefs, t-shirt and shorts, along with his flip flops. When the pair come back out from behind the screen, the girl is ushered to a chair, where she is given the short back and sides intended for the boy. The boy is then shown to a chair where his hair is trimmed slightly, but styles into two wavy pigtails, and his ears are pierced. The boy watches his mother take the girl by the hand, not realising the shenanigans that have occured. As the girls mother tells him that he looks lovely, believing him to be her daughter, he watches his mother leading the girl away. The boy realises that he has inadvertently swapped lives with the girl and has no idea how to switch back.
Tommy had always dreaded trips to the hairdresser, but none so much as this time. His mother had dragged him along on a sunny Saturday afternoon, insisting he needed a "long overdue trim." He sank into the waiting area’s plush chair, sulking, while his mother flipped through a fashion magazine, oblivious to his misery. As he fidgeted, his eyes strayed to a girl sitting across from him. She was around his age with the same dark brown hair and vivid green eyes. Her face bore an uncanny resemblance to his own. Intrigued, Tommy stared at her, wondering if she noticed the similarity too. The girl looked up, her eyes twinkling with mischief. She suddenly stood, walked over, and grabbed his hand. "Come with me," she whispered, pulling him behind a tall screen in the corner of the room. "W-what are you doing?" Tommy stammered, but she only grinned. "I have a great idea!" She bit her lip as though relishing a secret. "Let’s switch clothes and see if anyone notices." It sounded like a terrible idea to Tommy, but her enthusiasm was infectious. Before he knew it, he was slipping into her pale yellow dress, struggle-busying his way into her small panties and training bra. To his surprise, they fit him snugly. He fumbled with the sandals, feeling embarrassed but oddly excited. Meanwhile, the girl tossed on his t-shirt and shorts, wiggling her toes into his flip-flops with ease. "Ready?" she asked, her eyes shining with daring. "Ready," Tommy echoed, though he wasn't sure if he believed it. They stepped from behind the screen, trying to edit their discomfort. Almost immediately, a hairdresser called, "Anna, you're up!" Gesturing to the girl now in Tommy’s shorts. Tommy glanced at her, afraid she'd say something, but she only winked at him. She was directed to a chair, and Tommy watched in horror as the hairdresser began giving her the short back and sides that had been intended for him. "Your turn, sweetie," another hairdresser said, ushering him to a chair. He sat down, barely able to breathe. The hairdresser hummed as she trimmed his hair gently before separating it into two sections, deftly twisting them into wavy pigtails. Tommy cringed as he heard the clink of earrings and felt sudden sharp pinch on each earlobe. He now bore two tiny silver studs. Through the mirror, he watched his mother take the girl's hand, guiding her toward the door, mistakenly believing she had her son in tow. Panic surged in Tommy's chest, but he was too stunned to react. His mother didn't notice anything was amiss. The girl’s mother approached, cupping his chin. "You look lovely, Emma," she said warmly, calling him by the girl's name. "Let's get you home." Tommy swallowed hard, realizing the enormity of their prank. He had inadvertently swapped lives with this girl—now known as Emma—and had absolutely no idea how to switch back. As they exited the hairdresser's, "Emma" watched his mother blend into the crowd, holding the girl, obliging to her new son's identity. His own hand felt warm and strange in this new mother's grasp. “Come, Emma, let's go,” she chirped, leaving Tommy with a new, unfamiliar reality as he frantically wondered how he’d ever fix it.
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