Information
Flutter By
Legacy Name: Flutter By
The
Chibi KeetoOwner: Rabbitafy
Age: 12 years, 10 months, 1 week
Born: May 6th, 2013
Adopted: 12 years, 10 months, 1 week ago
Adopted: May 6th, 2013
Statistics
- Level: 5
- Strength: 11
- Defense: 13
- Speed: 12
- Health: 13
- HP: 10/13
- Intelligence: 5
- Books Read: 5
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Candy Sorter
Her mother had never really understood her.
She was the kind of lady who thought that girls were meant to wear dresses and play with make-up. She’d been excited when she found out she was having a daughter, gathering up all of the frilly things she could and forcing them on the little girl.
You’ll marry a wonderful man someday, She’d told her every day as she grew up. A rich man. You’ll have children and give them what I could never give you.
Her mother only wanted what she thought was best…
And really, Flutterby felt terrible for ruining it.
But she didn’t like dresses. She hated make-up. She didn’t want to marry some rich guy and she certainly didn’t want to have children.
She preferred the mud, the dirt… she liked to get her hands dirty and wrestle with the boys.
But how was she supposed to tell her mother that, when she knew she would only be disappointing the woman who had raised her? The woman who wanted so much more for her then she’d been able to provide? How was she supposed to explain that she didn’t want to be mommy’s little girl?
…She didn’t want to be a girl at all.
When she was ten, a new family came to stay in the resort that resided in their town. They were a powerful family – the single most powerful in the entire world, in fact. The father was a scientist who had saved the world numerous times and his partner was adored by millions… her mother amongst them.
With them was their 10 year old son and instantly, her mother had a plan. Upon finding out the boy liked to read, she nudged her daughter into the library and instructed her to read, read like your life depends on it! She’d tried to protest, but her mother had given her that stern look and reluctantly, Flutterby had hung her head and sat down.
Books were boring, so very boring. She wanted to claw her eyes out, staring down at the paper. Yet for days she found herself in the library, banging her head on the table and trying desperately to make her mother proud.
The family had arrived right under her nose. She’d been stuffed away in the place that smelled of books, so she’d missed their extravagant entrance. So imagine her surprise when a boy her age suddenly appeared in the place, looking at all of the books in excitement and wonder.
Flutterby had tried, she’d introduced herself (by way of ‘accidentally’ running into him) as a local boy and tried to make nice… but she’d caved and eventually, admitted her mother’s plan to him.
“Being a girl is dumb!” She’d declared after her cover was blown by the boy’s father – the extravagant one – as she hung her head. “Everyone expects you to wear tight dresses, love make-up… My mom wants me to marry your son and have kids and do all that stupid stuff. I don’t want any of that. I hate dresses and make up. That stuff is dumb.”
The boy’s father had seemed surprised, before he’d asked, “Do you… want to be a boy, Flutterby?”
The idea had shocked her, initially. She’d never thought about it… but no. No, she didn’t. Boys were dumb and she told him that. She didn’t want to be a boy, she just… didn’t want to be a girl, either.
What was she? She didn’t understand. People were always aware of their genders, weren’t they? But she seemed to be in-between and it just didn’t make sense. She was a weirdo, a freak… there was no way she could explain this to him or his son, let alone her mother.
The father had smiled then and placed a hand on his son’s shoulder, asking her, “What would you prefer me to call you?”
She felt her heart flutter. He was… he was asking her? He wanted to know her opinion? No one had ever done that before… they’d always forced their, oh what a pretty girl you are-s on her or their, you should really put this dress on, Flutterby-s. But this man… he was looking her straight in the eye and asking, what do you want?
It almost made tears fill her eyes, but she forced them back.
“Call me By,” She told him and he nodded in response. “And I’d prefer if you said I was a boy to other people. It’s just easier that way.”
So he did. For years and years after that, that’s what he and his son did… they told their family she was a boy and eventually, that’s what they told the world.
She’d left before the word could get to her mother. She ran away, picking up an extravagant life with the most powerful family in the capitol of their world, where people could be what they wanted. And she had… she’d taken a job as a photographer, making it to the top within years.
All the while, the world thought of her as a boy and she let them. Because it was easier then saying, I’m not either. It was easier then admitting that underneath these manly clothes and this feminine body, she was a mix of both.
Her mother had wanted her to marry a rich man and have a happy life… but she didn’t want that. She wanted to be herself. But she could never admit that to the woman who had loved her for so long and she never did.
Because she couldn’t face the disappointment.