005. Outsides (Puck)

There wasn't anyone in the crowd that could pick out the pint sized cross-dresser. A small frame, dressed in clothes that were too big, with a hat pulled down over hard brown eyes. A face that was hard, with a scowl frozen into place.

Subterfuge was a matter of survival for Puck James. Her mother never kept good company, and one of her 'boyfriends' had raped Puck's older sister years back. She'd never felt safe after that, seeing how much it broke her sister.

So, she'd started nicking her brother's clothes. Learned how they walked. Copied how they talked. Pulled up her long hair and hid it under a hat. Joined rough sports. Did everything she could to look like a boy.

It worked well. In school, new kids couldn't tell she was a girl, expecially after she hit a growth spurt and passed Domovoi's height of six foot (Though, only by an inch). She strapped down her chest, wore more layers, and did her best to lay low. It was how she coped.

Even after she moved to a new home, a safe home, she couldn't drop the act. She'd gotten too used to looking like this, being like this. Her outsides matched her insides: rough and strong.

But then Nicky came. And he made her feel safe.

The hat was first to go, and Puck finally let her long, curly, gorgeous black hair be free. Little changes followed, gradually showing off more of a body that was, undoubtedly, feminine. Belonged more to Nick, as he cared for her breasts more than she did, but still.

However, people soon learned that just because her looks had changed didn't mean her personality had. When a girl gave her some sass about a sweater she was wearing (which included a rather interesting term that rhymed with 'more') Puck broke her nose and shoved her in a locker.

Even looking like a sweet little Hispanic girl, Puck could still kick some serious ass.