A/N: This is just a random "what if...?" I felt like writing. If the ending offends you, please don't pester me about it. I am aware that this doesn't entirely fit with show canon, which is why it's called "fan fiction". :D
Just Call Me Kenny
Life in a small town was easy if you played your cards right. If someone accidentally heard the wrong thing once, it was an easy matter to just talk over it, especially if that someone was as young as you were. Time would pass, maybe a question you could brush off would be asked, and soon nobody would remember anything but what you wanted them to.
But time worked against a person, too. The years of childhood would slough away, the body would change. Secrets would add up and doubts would creep in. Kenny sometimes wondered if there was an easier way, but in the same instant would also decide that certain sacrifices weren't worth making. The likelihood of anything changing after all these years was very remote.
The tv was on in the living room but Kenny felt like spending time alone. One glove came off a hand grown more delicate over the years, long fingers flicking the bedroom light switch. The naked woman in the poster over the bed watched as the hooded jacket came off and found its place in the closet. Checking to make sure the window blinds were secure, Kenny pulled the grubby t-shirt over blond hair, the compression shirt beneath it following soon after. Old springs protesting, Kenny sat down heavily on the mattress and glared at a chest made sore from being confined too long.
"It'd be easier if these were smaller," she muttered to the poster. "Or if I'd just been born with a dick."
A/N: This is a semi-personal piece of writing. Sometimes it's fun to pretend fictional people can do what you always wanted to. If that bothers you, please go read something else and leave me be. I might write more to this later.
