Skinhead
Her mother cried when she saw what she had done.
Her nice "girly" hair cut off down to stubble.
Butch had already put her dresses in a storage box. She had packed her shoes away.
She now wore her bovver boots all the time.
She now wore jeans all the time.
She now wore t-shirts all the time.
She had seen photos where the skinheads wore braces but she didn't think that would suit her
She was buxom.
Butch had been Christened Felicity and she hated it.
Just not her and she had no idea where her mum had come up with it.
She was well built, quite tall and muscular.
If it wasn't for her breast she might pass as a boy.
She was ready to go out.
None of her friends from her school days kept in touch. She was too outlandish for their taste, and there was a suspicion of her possibly being a dyke. Nobody knew, not even Butch herself.
She had a boyfriend when she was fourteen but she could not see the point.
She was a pretty girl but that horrified her.
Her current style was how she wanted to be viewed.
She went to the pub. People acknowledged her but didn't speak to her for long.
There was nothing wrong with her, other than her appearance.
"Can we sit with you?"
She hadn't noticed them coming over the room.
"Of course, but aren't you frightened?"
They were two pretty girls, what she would have been.
"I am Flossy, this is Annie."
"I am Butch."
The two young women giggled.
Butch scowled at them.
"We saw you and liked your style. I have got a photo of my mum and dad dressed like that."
Butch couldn't believe it."
"Really, do they still dress that way now?"
"No, my dad works in an office and he doesn't have any hair and mum.could still be, but her hair is longer. She still has the boots."
Butch was delighted.
"Can I get you both another drink?"
"They were both drinking cider so Butch went and ordered."
"You know I am a girl, don't you?"
Annie spoke for the first time.
"Yes, your tits give it away."
They all laughed and got down to the serious business of chatting about their lives and what they liked.
Butch was very keen on ska and reggae. Flossie's parents had some records but she and Annie were Swifties. Butch grudgingly admitted that she was a secret Swiftie as well but swore them to secrecy.
