I do not own characters, but they are owned by Matt/Trey blah blah shit like that BUT I DO OWN THE IDEA BITCH
OHMIGOD I have the first Chpater up, I'm in love...Okay explanation time, Butters is Marjorie so their P.O.V is the same person but he suffers every day of his life like many other people in real life ,
People are born into their biological bodies (ex. boy is born) but ,mentally they are the oppisite gender (born a boy, but really is a girl) this is a serious subject and the people that suffer are not making this up for attetion
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BUTTERS P.O.V
"I hate you," I looked into the mirror and yelled.
"You're ugly and gross,"
"Nobody likes you,"
"You'd be better off dead,"
All of it was true. Nobody likes me, but everybody loved Marjorie. I slipped on my wig and looked back at the mirror.
Marjorie's P.O.V
"I love you," I smiled and giggled.
"You're so pretty and look, haha you're glowing,"
"Everybody likes you, hell they all love you"
"I bet he likes you back,"
I smiled and grabbed my lipstick off the counter. I gracefully applied it along with the rest of my makeup.
Tonight was my big night out, and nothing could stop me.
I shoved my coat on and walked down my stairs. I was born a stupid ugly boy but on the inside I was a beautiful young lady. I just wish my parents would understand how I felt.
When the door opened I walked out to find Kenny waiting for me to come out. He and I use to go out until I told him I was really a girl. We split but remanded the bests of friends.
Kenny and my mom were the only ones that knew (and understood) but it felt good to share a respected secret with someone, especially knowing that they won't tell anyone.
"How are you Marjorie? I haven't seen you in a week" Kenny smiled and winked at me. He was Bi but more interested into boys than girls by a long shot.
I still blushed.
The car started to pull out of the driveway and soon we arrived to the intersection. We took the exit to Denver. Kenny and I were going out on the town; he was trying to get me comfortable with my true body.
We parked and walked out to the city scene. It was nighttime so nobody could really tell I was a boy.
Not that it really mattered because Kenny said I looked like a girl even when I was dressed as a boy. I know he might have just been saying that to make me feel better. I still love him, but not as much as I love Clyde Donavan.
He was the spitting image of my lust, and I wanted him. I wanted him to hold me. I wanted him to tell me just how much he loved me. But just as I started to imagine Clyde's lips against mine Kenny shook me back to the cold and harsh reality.
"Are you scared?" Kenny looked over at me seriously,
"No, I'm just ready," I looked over at him smiled, and continued walking.
"Damn, if only you were really a boy," he laughed and continued on with the conversation.
"Have you talked to your parents about going to the doctors and getting hormones?" This question could be answered quickly, unfortunately.
"They don't understand my situation. They think I'm gay, just gay, I'm not gay or I'd be a lesbian." I huffed.
A month earlier
"But Butters we already know that you're gay, and we've accepted it, you'll always be my little man," Mr. Stotch
"Dad for the thousandths time, I'm not gay because I'm not a guy," Butters yelled.
"Honey biological, yes you are," Mr. Stotch blurted in.
"But not mentally, my real name is Marjorie and I'm a sixteen year old girl," Butters broke out into a cry.
"Okay Leopold..," Mr. Stotch started. "Marjorie, MY NAME IS MOTHERFUCKING MARJORIE!" Butters interrupted.
"Fine I'll play along, Marjorie, do you want to go back to the doctor's office and resolve this…this…this god damn problem," Mr. Stotch irritability stated.
"Yes let's go Marjorie and call the doctor," Mrs. Stotch intervened, she was the only one other than Kenny that understood.
Butters and Mrs. Stotch scooted off to the kitchen and dialed the phone number.
flashback scene overrrr...DUN DUN DUNNN
We talked the night away and we walked the streets to dust. I was having the night of my life, untill we ran into him. He bumped into me as I was turning around.
"Hey watch were you're going," I looked up and staring straight down at me was...
Clyde Donavan.
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