"I have just the thing" said Summer, pulling a buckskin jacket from the rack behind the counter. "This belonged to Wild Bill Hickok." Seeing the puzzled expression on Gabrielle's face, Summer added "You knew she was a hard butch, right? Anyway, generations of butches have worn this and given it super--butch energy. This will bring out your inner butch! $50."
Gabrielle handed Summer two twenties and a ten and put on the jacket. She immediately felt an urge to get a haircut. "Barber's next door" said Summer "And you can pick up some workboots across the street."
Summer was closing up shop the next day when a butch woman strutted in. From the close-cropped blonde hair under her cowboy hat to the steel-toed boots on her feet she radiated butch style. (She also had a black eye, the souvenir of another butch who had caught her looking at her femme.) She was wearing a buckskin jacket.
"Hi there Gabe" said Summer "Everything work out OK?"
"Loving it!" said Gabe "How can I thank you?"
"Well" said Summer "This femme girl would love for a hot butch to take her out dancing tonight." She wrote down her address and handed it to Gabe. "See you at eight." Gabe left the shop with a big smile on her face.
"Hey" said Summer's coworker Derek. "There was nothing special about that jacket! Some guy left it here last year and never came back for it! You told her it was magic!"
Summer laughed. "You have so much to learn, grasshopper."