Leopold "Butters" Stotch was born twice- once as a smallish boy on the eleventh of September, and then as a skinny girl, Marjorine, at the age of eight in front of a body-length mirror.
They'd dressed him up against his will at first, and he was afraid of what he'd be when he looked at himself again. Now that he saw himself with the lacy fabric of a formal dress against his fair skin, he knew the fear was justified. He was gorgeous as a girl. He'd seen some of it that night at the slumber party, and now it was impossible to ignore. If he'd been attracted to girls he'd have lusted after that girl in the mirror- the boys at school certainly would.
Of all the people to depend upon for such a personal matter, it had to be Eric Cartman who held the keys to his future happiness.
"Why the hell do you want to be a girl?"
"I-I AM a girl..." Butters said, in a tired voice. "Are you gonna help me? Or not?"
"Sure, sure. Whatever. It's your money to throw away." Cartman feigned disinterest. "But, what if you change your mind?"
"I wont." Butters said flatly. There was no room for second thoughts in that.
So, Butters "committed suicide" for the second time. It was kind of serene, watching his "body" speed towards the earth, to watch his pig's blood spray the cement. He left a note. "Dear Mom and Dad, I'm sorry for all the trouble I've caused. I hope you aren't too sore at me. I love you. ~ Butters"
Eric Cartman was standing beside him on the roof. Butters was staring off into the empty air, when Cartman placed a big hand on his shoulder. "Welcome to South Park, Marjorine."