Yea, A fanfic. To be about Marjorine. Or you could say a Butter's centric fanfic. Just a "in the moment" fanfic. To ever be updated? Who knows? If you all like it, there could be a chance. My main focus is currently Let Your Love Be The Death Of Me. But who knows? To be in first person point of view.

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"Butters!? Get down here for a moment! Oh Butters, what do I keep telling you about wearing that? You'll never get a girlfriend dressed like that."

"Awe, heck mom! What do I keep saying to you? I don't want girlfriends. I want boyfriends!"

"Don't raise that voice to me, young man!"

"Th-then don't call me yuh-young man muh-mom."

"Sorry, I forgot." She paused, then said annoyed, "Don't raise your voice to me young lady"

She forgot again. She always forgets. Everyone in my family does. They think I'm Butters.

I'm not.

I haven't been Butters in about a year and a half.

My parents divorced because of it. And the fact that my dad likes men. But that's beside the point. My dad couldn't stand to see his "son" in a dress, and in heels, or makeup. Or as a girl.

My mother tries her hardest to understand why I want this. After three months of pointless therapy she decides to try and accept me. But sometimes she forgets.

She's gotten better. I'm aloud to "hang out" with my two best friends, outside of school. I just have to be home at nine, or else. My mother sometimes offers to go shopping with me. Deep down, I think she's happy to get to have a mother-"daughter" relationship. She's the only family member that tries. Everyone else thinks I'm werid.

My schoolmates think the same. The guys I used to hangout with, aren't very accepting of me. Not many guys are willing to see through the makeup, and nail polish. But I guess I don't mind too much. I've still got my girlfriends.

Girlfriends.

They aren't the type like my mother originally wanted. Their just my best friends. And we do everything together. It's nice having to friends to help you get ready for parties, or give you makeovers at slumber parties for fun. I like my best friends.

They were slightly...confused at first. As of the rest. But Wendy and Bebe saw through the makeup, and poorly done hair, and took me "in" and "taught" me to be a "woman." The three of us have been best friends ever since.

Then came that day when they got boyfriends. Well, Bebe first. If you could say that. She started chasing after Kyle. Who everyone knew was gay for Kenny, who was gay for Stan. Bebe still doesn't have any luck with Kyle.

Wendy tried Eric. That was the worst possible relationship. Two assholes never make a positive. And now, we are all back in the same, single boat together.

And that's why we were all going to go to the mall this afternoon. It was Bebe's idea, to start "Prom searching." Prom is only three months away, but knowing her, the sooner, the better.

"You guys go ahead" I said disappointed. No guy is ever going to go out with a "weirdo" Like me. And Wendy, being the smartypants she is, knew what I was thinking.

"Reenie, some guy is bound to go after you. If you just put yourself out there, guys would line up for you. You just have to be confident in yourself. Be confident, Marjorine, be Marjorine, Butters is gone."

With that, I brighten up a little. Butters is gone. Marjorine isn't. Marjorine,(or sometimes called "Reenie" by Wens, and Bebe, I certaintly wasn't going to let them call me "Marjie" like I was Marge Simpson now, was I?) is more confident than Butters ever was.

Bebe's flipping through the racks of dresses and replys to Wendy's comment. "She's right. You have a major ass, great cheek bones, and your smile is to die for! Your a cute girl, but Wends is right. You have to sell your self to the boys. This isn't a stupid midde school formal. It's Prom. And since our poorass town can only afford one prom for a class, the boys are going to choose a 'date' that will make them want to remember the night forever. Forever! It'll be in yearbooks, and all over myspace, and in school newspapers, and-"

Once again, Bebe gives the worst peptalks. For a cheerleader, her talks arn't as "peppy" as they should be. The only reason the football team is hyper during games, is because Bebe gives it to them before each game.

"Maybe I won't go to Prom." I say, thinking of the humiliation of finding a date. Wrong move. Bebe starts her 'peptalk' again. And this time she rants about how I have to go to Prom.

"You can get anyone with an ass like yours! Anyone!" and she goes off naming people. Most, which are so hot, but gay. "Stan!Kyle!Kenny!Eric!Clyde!Tweek! Even Craig"

I think about her words for a moment. I Marjorine Ann Stotch, could truly have anyone?