When I was a kid, I use to think that men wore dresses and women wore trousers.  I thought it didn't matter on what you wore anywhere. And because my mother thought it was cute, she would tell me that men would wear trousers to try and show that they were above rules. Not really a big deal telling a child small tales while they grew up. But one day, before I knew that girls couldn't have their hair cut short. I was bullied, being called names and kicked in the dirt. The other boys and girls pulling at my ears, calling me a Knife ear. I didn't know what it meant. I was a sheltered child and I had caved under them. My eyes watering as they pulled and beat on me. The officers that walked on the street scared off the children and I was brought home. Silent between two men and looking at my feet as my mother opened the door. I could remember the grief that was on her face as she looked on me. I was bruised, beaten and my ears bloody from the other kids pulling them.<br/>That wasn't the first time that happened. Through the years as I got older and so did my child hood attackers. They became more violent. Till one day they had me where no one could get to us. I was cornered and they finally told me what they met. They meant to cut my ears due to how I talked about how women would be free in wearing the clothes they wished. They held me down and shoved cloth in my mouth to the point I was coughing and gagging. The pain, always the pain I felt when they went to cut my ears. Cropping them like you would a guard dog. "Now you look the part of your fantasy," They spat to me. I never felt pain like that in my life. It always woke me up in the night and I would touch my cropped ears. I had moved from that city with my mother since that day. She had enough of seeing her child tormented. But soon after we left, She died.  I wasn't told how she died, but to be sure that everything was going to be alright. It wasn't, it never was.  I had been put up in a orphanage and lived there for the remaining two years of my life. As luck would have it, I had found someone who come by, a few days before I was to be released, to give me work. Tailoring, something I was good at. The man that took me in had been kind enough to let me have the spare room in the attic and work in the store below.<br/>A kind and elderly looking man if you catch him in a good light but still young. I couldn't quite catch an age but I felt he was well in his forties or fifties. Years passed and things have become oddly out of hand. Murders have been popping up over the news papers and been spreading through the city gossip like wild fire. The women and men that come in would speak of these things and many other things while I measured them and went about getting their clothes suited for them. Still even as an adult, I get no respect as I am swatted away many times like a fly by one's ear. Though I was the only one who worked the shop. The man had lost his wife and put me in charge on keeping the store going. I had done so with silent gratitude.<br/>But I digress, I was known as the Knife-Eared girl or Gwen the Knife-Eared. Something shameful but I grew into it. Using it as a shield and found myself happier than to put up a fight about it.<br/><br/>"Gwen!" Came a customer's call as I struggled to keep up with everything. Something was going on today and I didn't know what. I just had opened the store to find five people outside and they rushed in to get what they needed and pay. "Yes, ma'am," I said as I slid behind the counter. "How long will it be till my dress is ready?" the woman asked. "I will have it done tomorrow ma'am," I said quickly and politely. "I need it by tonight," She snapped. "Ma'am, I apologize, I will have it done by tonight," I said and she huffed and walked off. The door slamming behind her and I went back to the Gentlemen who waited patiently. "I apologize sir," I said hastily. "Oh no no, you are fine," He motioned me to continue to tailor his suit to fit him and he was happy after a good ten minutes. "Ah, always good work Gwen," He said and gave me some coin before going to pay for his tailoring. I rushed from the front to the back all throughout the day. Trying to get dresses and suits tailored accordingly to each customer.