Prepare to be a Guy (1/1)

I was the first to get up, like always. I didn't like it, though. Waking up first meant I was the first to have to start chores early.I grabbed my suitcase and went to the bathroom. I did my daily routine: brush teeth, use mouthwash, cleanse my face, brush hair, do makeup, and fix up hair. I did some things different today. Instead of putting on eye shadow and things like that, I only put on a thin coat of concealer and a little powder here and there. I was never the person to put on heavy makeup, quite honestly. I always stuck with concealer, thin eye shadow, eyeliner, mascara, and that's it. I hated blush and my cheeks were naturally red anyways.Today, instead of just straightening my hair, I had to put my hair up and put on a wig. It was a reddish brown hair color, just like mine. It wasn't a buzz cut. I didn't like guys with buzz cuts. It was kind of like a pixie-type of style, but less feminine and manlier. I looked in the mirror; I looked cute, but I'd never cut my hair this short.I went to my suitcase and grabbed out all the things I was going to put on. I put on a wrap to flatten down my boobs. That stereotype about Asian girls having small boobs isn’t completely false; being quite honest, most of my Asian chick friends are barely an A-cup. However, I became the lucky Asian and I got B-cups. I hope this isn’t creepy, but I’m quite proud of my boob size. It was something to make me stand out from the stereotypes. It didn't feel as bad as I thought it would.The wrap was surprisingly quite comfortable, really. I took out my giant white T-shirt and black leggings. They were a little big, too, but that made my legs look less girly. I put on my black Nike high tops. I looked at myself. I could pass on as a guy. I was tall, skinny, and had a great impression on guy voices. I walk out of the bathroom.Haylie was ruffling through her bags. She looked up and gasped. "If you were not my twin and didn't have that birth mark on your face, I wouldn't know that was you! You look like a total GUY!"I was trying to figure out if that was a compliment or she was being mean. She read my mind and said, "It's a compliment." And about that birthmark, it's the main way to figure out who's who between me and Haylie. I have two freckles on the side of my left eye. I loved my birth mark; I thought it was cute.~Haylie POV~I walked into the bathroom. Kaylie laid all our things out already. She was an angel. Too bad that was only temporary. When she wanted to, Kay could be the meanest person you'll meet. But if you're a good person and she knows it, she will stick by you no matter what.I did my routine. It's the same as Kay's, but I brush my hair right after I use mouthwash. And I do my makeup last, too. I got to the hair. It was the same as Kaylie's, but mine was my hair color, which was a dark brown with light brown lowlights. I made my hair flat with push at the scalp.All I put on was concealer and tight lined my eyes. I also put powder foundation on my eyes. I put on my wrap. I wore a white T-shirt with a big navy blue hoodie and loose, black leggings and black Converse high tops. I looked in the mirror. I look hot!I got out. We stuffed small towels, three cold water bottles, backup makeup, hair brush, some snacks, and extra clothes (boys and girls) into each of our black duffel bags. To tell ours apart, Kaylie put on the stickers and I had drawn on my bag with a silver Sharpie. Kaylie already called Mr. Jung and he was waiting in the parking lot.