Pippy could not believe where she was, right now. Once again, one of the stupid senior boys had picked her up over his shoulder and essentially kidnapped her to lock her in the boiler room. She must've done everything she could've to try to yell for help and bust down the door, as always, no one came to her rescue.

Pippy took out her cell phone to try to call for Henrietta's help, but unfortunately, she had no signal. She walked down the familiar steps and turned on the singular dangling light bulb dimly lighting the small and bad smelling area. Pippy ran her fingers through her curled shoulder length haired and tried to breathe easier, so she wouldn't cry again.

She hated how bad she was being bullied because she was a MTF Transgender girl. Everyone hated her while she was young and was still "Pip" for absolutely no reason at all, but when Cartman had pulled his little transginger stunt, it did make Pippy think. Pippy always knew she just wasn't like the other boys. She liked being all dressed up and learning to cook and bake, she loved crafts and everything girly… She had grown confused and wondered what exactly made a boy a boy? In all honesty, she wasn't sure she had ever felt anything close to a boy. Pippy had thought it better though to just assume that she was born as she was, and just be a boy. It was tolerable for a short time, but then when puberty hit in middle school? That's when the trouble really started. Pippy in the locker rooms with the other boys, she was starting to notice them, and seriously realize exactly how attracted she was to boys. She tried to simply justify it as being gay, but the more she had thought about it… the more she realized the truth she already knew.

Then Henrietta came into her life like a Goth angel with bat wings, and really helped her. Pippy had been crying behind the school on a Saturday, believing that nobody in their right mind would be there. She was surprised to find out that Henrietta actually went there to read classics such as Dracula, Frankenstein, and The Picture of Dorian Gray on weekends. Pippy could still see the scene in her mind.

Pippy, still in her "boy clothes" had been sobbing into her knees as she heard someone approach her, she looked up to see Henrietta. She wasn't quite as heavy as she had been in elementary school, but she was still thicker. She wasn't like any of the stick thin girls, but she carried herself and her newfound curves well. The crunch of the girl's studded combat boots stopped in front of her as the Goth girl glared.

"Ugh, can you kindly fuck all the way in an offward direction? Nobody gives a shit about you not getting the latest iPhone or the prettiest big boobed bimbo, and I've got some reading to do, you French conformist." The girl had said holding her stack of books under one arm. To Pippy's own shock, she finally snapped at being called French. She had stood to her feet and faced the girl.

"Do you think that's all anybody cares about!? Do you think that's all I care about!? You know, maybe if you ever walked through the halls every once in a while, you'd notice I'm not like the rest of these football loving, beer drinking, air headed wankers! You think you know pain? You think you even have the slightest idea how it feels to not fit in? Try being me! I dare you to have to pray to a God who's always let you down, go to a school where you aren't only hated but where people go out of their way to torture you!? At least you have some kind of community of people you belong to, even if it's only three people. I have nobody! You want to know pain!? Try being in a body that isn't even your own! Try looking at yourself every day and telling yourself I'm a boy over and over hoping one day you actually believe it. Then while everyone is treating you like trash, you don't get to do what you do! I don't get to dress all in black and smoke behind the school and bitch about how awful everybody is, even though they are awful! I have to keep trying to find some kind of compassion for those blokes! You know why? Because as much as I would love to be manly and just hate and hate and hate! I know I am a British girl, and I always will be!" Pippy had been screaming at Henrietta through tears then and fell to her knees sobbing into her hands.

Henrietta took off her long shin length black leather coat with many buckles and buttons and wrapped it around Pippy.

"You have surprised me… It's not often I meet someone with anything to say. About your gender… you're right. My pain is my own and I own it, but I couldn't imagine the pain you face. However, you're wrong. You've got a community now, me." With this, the girl removed her pentagram from around her own neck and placed it around Pippy's.

"So you know that you've got me. Now, I am about to do something I don't exactly do… ever. So you better be counting your lucky ass stars, we're going to go shopping and get you some clothes you feel right in. If you're a girl, then it's time you start living that way. For the record, we're going to thrift stores. I'd rather be stabbed then go to a mall." With that, the girl stood up and held her hand out to Pippy. She accepted and the two did exactly as Henrietta said. The two had been best friends ever since.

Pippy was still wearing the pentagram necklace that Henrietta had given her all those years ago. Even though Pippy never considered herself Goth, she was very happy to have Henrietta as her friend. Henrietta was the one who supported and looked out for Pippy when she came out as Transgender the next Monday and when the really terrible bullying had begun. It was Henrietta who supported Pippy through her testosterone-blocking pills, her estrogen pills, and even through her boob job she was able to get for her sixteenth birthday after saving every penny she had worked for in various jobs all over South Park, and using the remainder for a real piece of junk car which she got a discount on since Henrietta's uncle owned the car dealership.

Pippy checked for the signal as she walked around, normally getting two bars if she stood in the perfect spot. Today, however, there was no such luck. Pippy put her ear buds in her ears and listened to the music she managed to download to her phone. "Let Her Go" by Passenger and "Rhiannon" by Stevie Knicks were always to her go-to songs when she was depressed about the bullying. She was constantly teased by Henrietta about it being so "conformist", but for some reason, the songs made her feel weirdly not alone.

Pippy had discovered she had dozed off when a bright stream of light much brighter than the weak light bulb flooded her sleeping form, forcing her to wake up. She looked up to see Mr. Mackey at the top of the staircase along with her foster Mom, Marian.

"Bullocks." The seventeen year old girl breathed out before forcing herself up the stairs, knowing if Marian had shown up then that meant bad things were coming for Pippy.

"Young lady, do you know how long you've been down there, m'kay?"

"I'm pretty sure I got thrown down here at about two."

"It's five right now, M'kay!" Mr. Mackey informed her. Pippy's eyes widened at that. She had never been left down there that long before.

"This bullying… Pippy, you have no friends." Marian said.

"I have Henrietta."

"Yet she's nowhere to be seen once you're thrown in the school boiler room!? Interesting…"

"We're worried that you're becoming seriously depressed m'kay… I've been watching you since you were nine m'kay, and you've lost your faith in God m'kay, you're grades aren't exactly as great as they once were m'kay, and now you just let people be mean and hurt you m'kay… I'm worried about you m'kay." Mr. Mackey said. Pippy resisted rolling her eyes. Her grades were A's and B's, not that it seemed to matter to anybody. Yes, she wasn't all too sure how she felt about God anymore and she had good reason. Her whole life, she had been a good person and in return had been nothing but punished. She put her faith in God, and God had spit in her face.

"Pippy, Mr. Mackey and I have decided that we're going to sign you up for T.T.P.S.G." Marian informed her.

"What?" she asked confused.

"Troubled Teens Peer Support Group m'kay. Every Saturday afternoon at 1 P.M. you along with the other current students dealing with drugs, or alcoholism, or bullying, and gather with me and we all help and support one another m'kay." Mr. Mackey explained. Pippy's eyes widened with rage hearing this news. Having to stand in front of strangers and talk about how she feels? She had spent half her life trying to get "support" and had received nothing.

"I really don't think that's a good idea." She tried to insist.

"Not happening, you aren't getting out of this Pippy. You're going. Now if I were you, I'd hurry to get to work." Marian insisted as she and Mr. Mackey then walked off to further discuss the support group. Pippy sighed in frustration as she went to the parking lot where her used 1995 four door black Jeep Cherokee had been parked, now with a new dent somebody had for sure made in the side. Pippy sighed and started up her car to drive to work, not letting the dent bother her. In fact, it was half the reason she bought such a piece of junk. No matter what people did to it, she didn't have to care too much about trying to fix it. She turned the old radio on as she drove to Tweak's Coffee House.

Tweek, her co-worker, was the closest thing to a friend other than Henrietta that she had. He was somewhat able to relate to her on some level, not always receiving positive responses from people for his relationship with Craig Tucker. Once Pippy parked in the parking lot, she reached to the backseat where her work apron lay and threw it on while she ran inside.

"Am I late?" she asked Tweek as she rushed behind the counter, too scared to check the clock.

"L-Lucky for you, AH! You have f-five minutes to spare! OH GOD! Wh-Where were you?" He communicated while twitching nervously and making coffee.

"Some asshat thought it'd be so bloody funny to throw me in the boiler room, again. I was stuck down there for three hours, and now I'm stuck having to go to some kind of group therapy thing." She answered pulling her hair up into a pony tail and rushing to be the cashier. When she finally got to the register, a teenaged boy with pale skin, black shaggy hair, and charcoal eyes spoke to her with a voice that sounded the way velvet feels.

"Hello?"

"Yes, sir, what may I get for you?" She asked before looking into his eyes. He was the most handsome boy she had ever seen in her life. Power and charm radiated off of this boy in a way that could've been earth shattering. He had been dressed in a nice long eight button black coat with a belt around the middle and smaller ones on the wrists of his rolled up sleeves, a pair of nice black jeans, some nice black dressy shoes, and she could see a long sleeved Metallica shirt peeking out from under the coat. There was something familiar about this boy, but she just couldn't place where she had seen him. The boy smirked at her, as if he could read her mind and knew exactly what she was thinking.

"I'd like a grande iced Caramel Brulee Latte and a blueberry scone please." He asked in that wonderful velvety voice of his.

"Coming right up! That'll be six dollars and sixty six cents, mister..."

"Thorn."

"Got it." As she received the money and told Tweek the coffee order as she got his scone, she couldn't help but feel something was wrong here. She shook it off, figuring it was simply the handsome stranger making her feel so nervous. In no time, Tweek handed her the coffee and she smiled as she handed the boy his order.

"Have a splendid evening, Mister Thorn!" she said.

"Thank you… and by the way, I like your accent. British, correct?" He asked as he slipped a bill into her tip jar.

"Actually, yes! Thank you for noticing, everyone thinks it's French, so it's really refreshing that you noticed."

"I'm not surprised, most people here wouldn't know anything that isn't Nascar. Besides, British accents are cute. By the way, I like your necklace." With a wink, the boy left, leaving a fuzzy de ja voux feeling in her stomach. Pippy hummed along to "Stop and Stare" by One Republic playing over the store's radio as she waited for another customer. In the corner of her eye she looked at the tip jar, she took out the bill that the Thorn boy put in it to see it was actually a two dollar bill. Her eyes widened in amazement, not seeing these often, especially in a place like South Park.

There were a few more customers, but the rest of her shift seemed to pass by pretty fast. Once Pippy clocked out and went back to her car she took out her phone and called Henrietta.

"Where the hell have you been? I've been trying to call for hours and kept getting your answering machine! By the way, you need to delete your inbox again." Pippy heard her best friend's voice clearly say.

"Sorry, Hen. These senior berks thought that it'd be funny to lock me in the boiler room for a few hours. I had no signal while I was down there, and I was almost late for work." She explained getting into her car and turning it on to warm it up a little.

"That sucks. Wait, Berks?"

"Berk means moron. However, it gets worse. Marian and Mr. Mackey got me out and now I have to go to some lame group therapy thing on Saturdays, now."

"What!? Saturday is our reading and thrift shopping day! Ugh! I hate that conformist bitch Marian."

"Believe me, she's not my favorite person either."

"Are you going to go?"

"Probably. Mackey is the therapist more or less so if I don't go, he'll tell Marian and then it'll just be such a pain in my bum and the last thing I need is for her to take my car away."

"Shit, Pippy."

"Yeah… It's rubbish. Ugh, I've got to go, I'll walk to you when I get home."

"You better. Bye."

"Bye." Pippy then turned on her radio and "Sympathy for the Devil" began playing as she drove home thinking of the handsome stranger she had met earlier and wondered where she could've seen him before.

The rest of that week seemed pretty normal. Well, as normal as South Park could get, anyway. Kenny dying, paranormal activities, Pippy getting bullied, the usual. At least, life had been normal until Saturday.

He had pushed her up against her light blue bedroom wall and clawed at the short flowing sleeves of her pink sundress that had a bow around the middle and brown deer with blue bows printed all over it. Pippy couldn't stop kissing him, it was better than any feeling she had ever had in her entire life. He wasted no time slipping her brown tights off of her body as she worked to remove his coat and his belt. She didn't care about anything else except for continuing to feel how she was feeling right then. He pushed her dress down over her chest and hiked her skirt up as they passionately continued to kiss, tanging their fingers in one another's hair. He moved her hair back and bit down into her neck and she cried out in pleasure as she pushed off his black shirt and kissed him again reaching for his zipper. Then he held her face in his hands and looked her in the eyes as she pulled his zipper down… his charcoal ones seeming to turn a fiery red. She could hear "Thx Fr th Mmries" playing on her radio and couldn't help feeling as though there weren't a more perfect song as she begged the boy in front of her.

"Please… I need… I need you…"

"Say my name…" he demanded with a sexy growl.

"I…"

"Say it, and I'll make you feel better than you could've ever imagined, my love…"

"D…"

"That's it, Pippy…"

"D…"

"Pippy…"

"Pippy!" Marian yelled as the girl awoke and was met with "thx fr th Mmries" indeed playing low on her radio, but instead of kissing the handsome stranger whose name… she was actually almost remembering his name, even though that shouldn't have been possible. Pippy looked to her clock and saw for herself that it was eleven fifteen.

"I'm awake." Pippy responded sitting up in bed.

"Your T.T.P.S.G. meeting is today, remember you have to get to the community center by one. I need you to get showered, dressed, and eat before you go." Marian said before leaving.

Pippy rolled her eyes before turning off her radio and going to her closet, moving to the pink dress that she had been wearing in her dream. She decided to take it as a sign from the universe or whatever that it'd be a good idea to wear it with some brown tights and light pink lace flats with her simple gold heart necklace and brown headband. Pippy obeyed her foster mother and showered, blow dried, and curled her hair. She then got dressed and ate some fried eggs and bacon before checking her texts, there was one from Henrietta wishing her luck in conformity hell. Pippy sighed as she crawled into the driver's seat and drove to the community center. She walked through the halls of the building and found the only open door conference room where there was a small circle of teenagers and Mr. Mackey sitting in chairs.

"Ah, Phillip Pirrup, I was wondering when you'd show up, m'kay." He said. Pippy glared sharp daggers at him.

"That's Phillis Pirrup. I prefer being called Pippy." The British girl emphasized. Mr. Mackey blushed realizing he completely let the cat out of the bag for her.

"Well, alright, Pippy, why don't you sit down, m'kay?" Mr. Mackey asked. Pippy sighed as she sat in the only open chair. It was only then that she looked up and across from her… where the handsome stranger was sitting, smiling seductively right at her. Pippy hadn't wanted to punch Mr. Mackey as badly as right in that moment as she realized that he essentially told this handsome boy about Pippy's secret.

"Well, now that we're all here, why don't we go around the circle and say our names, our ages, and why we're here m'kay? Now who'd like to go first, m'kay?"

"I will." The boy said, his charcoal eyes focusing on Pippy in a way that reminded her of the way he looked at her in her dream as he stood up.

"My name is Damien Thorn, I'll be eighteen years old next June, and I'm here because my father Satan thinks I have an attitude problem." He sat back down still looking only at Pippy, whose eyes had grown wide and mouth silent.

"Now Damien, don't call your Dad Satan, m'kay? That's bad, m'kay?"

Damien.

That was how she knew him. A rush of memories swarmed through her head of how she had befriended him in the third grade as Pip and how he had caused such chaos… it was the boy in front of her who had turned her into a human firecracker. Pippy had spent the past few nights lusting after the boy who was destined to destroy the world… Holy crap.

The two teenagers didn't pay attention as the other kids introduced themselves, because they had been so busy locking eyes.

"Pippy? It's your turn, m'kay?" She heard Mr. Mackey say. Slowly the blonde found the courage to stand up still looking the Antichrist in the eye.

"My name is Phillis Pirrup, but I prefer Pippy. I am seventeen years old, and I'm here because I'm getting bullied about being a MTF."

"What's an MTF?" one redheaded boy asked.

"It means Male to Female, I'm transgender. I was born with a male's body, but I am a female." She looked to Damien, expecting disgust to be on his face. Shockingly, he wasn't shaken at all. Pippy sat back down as the others participated in the group therapy. She felt guilty for not paying attention the way she should've, but with Damien looking at her like she was the most beautiful girl he had ever laid his eyes on, it made things really complicated. As the two kept staring one another down, the hour and a half session flew right by.

"Well that's all the time we have, m'kay. But I think we did well today, m'kay? I will see you all next Saturday, m'kay?" Mr. Mackey said as everyone stood up and walked out of the conference room. While everybody had turned to the right to leave, Damien and Pippy turned left and waited for everybody else to leave. Pippy finally had the courage to speak first.

"Why didn't you tell me who you were at the coffee shop?" she asked him.

"Honestly? I thought you would've recognized me. I was your only friend, after all."

"Damien, that was eight years ago. Also, I try to the best of my ability to block out my childhood as much as possible."

"I see… I can tell you've changed a lot, Pippy. How are you?"

"Not well. I deal with redneck ignorant bullies every day, I drive in a piece of junk, I have only one friend, and have to save up to have the biggest surgery of my life on my own as well as college without any support from my foster mother."

"I see. My life isn't as good as it could be, either. My Dad is an unbelievable pain in the neck, he's like a spoiled girl with a constant string of men in his life, and the only reason I don't have bullies or problems is because everyone is so scared of me that nobody bothers to really know me as a person. It's very boring."

"I see. I'm sorry you have to deal with that."

"It is I who should be apologizing… the last time we saw one another, I wasn't exactly a good person to you. I almost killed you."

"Don't worry about it."

"No, I'm serious. You were the only person in the entire town who didn't automatically judge me and you were actually nice to me. You bothered to be my friend and try to get to know me instead of fear, bully, or suck up to me. In return, I turned you into a firework, and for that I'm sorry. If you give me a chance, I'd like to get to know you again and make it up to you."

There were at least a million reasons for Pippy to say no. She should've ran for her life… but somehow, she found herself giving the Antichrist her phone number, telling him that she would indeed see him again, all he had to do was call her and arrange a time and place. He then gave her his number as well, gave her a quick hug, and the two teenagers went in their own cars (he had a black Ferrari) to their own respective homes. Pippy's heart couldn't stop beating hard as she thought of Damien while she played her Fall Out Boy CD in her car… and worse, she couldn't stop thinking of her dream when she was kissing him.