So this is going to be a long story ((hopefully))...enjoy!
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Chapter One - Cross Dressing In North Park, Butters' P.O.V.
There was a time in my life in which I was a normal boy, you know, played with my friends, found fun in playing Hello Kitty games...maybe that is where I went wrong; playing girl games and decorating my room with frilly things. Well, maybe I went wrong with the whole girl sleepover, when I had to sneak into the sleepover to steal their device which was really a fortune teller made of paper.
Anyway, I had to dress like a girl then. It was so wrong of me to do yet it felt nice to dress in a girls clothing, a pretty dress, a fluffy wig, high heels...It made me feel so free, so different. A while after that incident I started dressing up in female clothing, in secret of course. Eric would make my life hell if he knew, so would the other boys.
As you could see, my life was a little messed up, maybe I was born as the wrong gender, a mess up. My parents know about my obsession and the only thing they say to me is that they don't care as long as I don't bring boys home. Did I forget to mention that? I'm gay, and proud of it, but only my parents know. Well and one other person but he will come up later.
Where was I right now though? I was laying on my Hello Kitty comforter, listening to Ke$ha.
'There's a place downtown where the freaks all come around,
It's a hole in the wall,
A dirty free-for-all.'
I smiled to the words as I jumped up and walked over to my desk where my phone buzzed. It was a flip phone. I flipped it open with my perfectly manicured nails and read the message.
'Are you coming out tonight?' It was from my friend, Bradley. He is the one who knows I'm gay, only him, but that is because I trust him. He doesn't know that I crossdress, thankfully. I mean, I don't think he would be all against it but...It is embarrassing to tell someone that you dress like a girl then drive around just to be free from your real self.
'No, not tonight.' Was my reply to him. I didn't feel like going out drinking, with him anyway. Instead I opened my closet and pulled off my sweater. With a smile I pulled a pretty sky blue dress, slipping down my pants as I laid the dress on the bed.
'Got my drunk text on,
I'll regret it in the mornin',
But tonight,
I don't give a,
I don't give a,
I don't give a...'
The music continued as I removed my boxers to replace them with panties so my underwear wouldn't show, the dress only went about mid thigh. I slipped it on, loving how it fit my feminine figure. I adjusted the spaghetti straps and looked in my full length mirror as I slid on white stockings.
I smiled as the music changed to 'Teenage Dream' from Katy Perry. I slid over to my desk and looked at the makeup that was there, grabbing the mascara and applying it heavily, blinking as I did so. Once I had enough I applied my eyeliner and light eyeshadow, hips swaying to the music as I did, it was fun to dance.
After I applied lip gloss I slipped on my old blonde wig, fixing the ponytails, before slipping into my heels, clicking them as I grabbed my purse and flicked off my music once I grabbed my keys and phone. "Alright, time to go Marjorine." I said to myself as I smirked and walked out, slipping down the stairs gracefully, playing with my fake curls.
"Butters is that you?" My mother called from the kitchen.
"Yeah! I'm going out for a bit! Can I take the car?" I asked as I peeked my head into the kitchen. "I'll be back before 10:30." I promised.
"Alright, one minute over curfew and you're grounded, got it mister?" My mom asked as she looked at me with a wink.
I nodded and sighed quietly. "Okay, love you." I kissed her cheek and slipped out the front do and walked over to the car, unlocking it and tossing my purse in the passenger seat. I checked my makeup in the rearview mirror and shut the door before backing out of the driveway.
I flicked on the radio and hummed along to it as I drove, relaxing in my seat. This was nice, getting out of town for a little while. I spared a glance to the time on the clock, it was 7:30. Three hours. I looked at the road and hummed lightly.
North Park, that's where I went. I parked the car and walked down the street with a smile. I'm not a prostitute, no worries about that, I'm just walking to a club. Yeah yeah, I'm 17 and have a fake ID, so?
I slipped in past the bouncer with a smile, not bothering to show my fake ID, he knew me personally, well, the female me but thats only because I talk to him when I go in. I think he has a crush on me, and he is cute, but not my type. The loud music hit my ears and I smiled as I walked over to the bar and then smirked at the one who was running it.
"Hey Kenny." I said with a smile, sitting down. He didn't know it was me, I hid my voice with a higher pitched one, he thought I was just some girl.
"Hey Lori." He said with a smirk. Lori was my fake name beside Marjorine, but he couldn't know that name.
"The usual?" I asked, smiling softly.
"Of course." He purred with a smirk. "Anything for a lovely lady." I held back a laugh. He always tries to charm me, it never works-as far as he knew. Thats why I think he kept flirting, why he kept trying to seduce me, because I wasn't easy to catch.
To be honest, I'm melting on the inside, his voice tends to do that to me. I'm glad I can hide it well. I really like Kenny but its useless because I know he isn't gay.
Kenny just nodded to my request and proceeded to make my drink, sliding it to me with a wink. "So what are you doing later?" He asked with a sly grin.
"Going home." I say with a smile.
"Think I could go with?" He asked as he looked into me with those beautiful blue eyes, trying to seduce me.
I just smirked. "No, not tonight." I smirked again and Kenny frowned.
"When then?" He asked with a soft sigh.
"I don't know." I giggled lightly and sipped at my drink.
He sighed and served someone else before returning to me, leaning over the counter. "You're a hard catch, maybe that's why I keep trying to seduce you...you remind me of someone though."
My heart stopped for a moment but I faked a cough to hide it. "This is really good, choked on drinking it too fast though...now who do I remind you of?" I asked, batting my eyelashes.
"This boy in my school, you stutter like he does sometimes, you're innocent like he is but I really don't think he is all like you...you're too beautiful." He said, trying to charm me again.
I blushed lightly. "Thanks Kenny..." Even though I was flattered that he found me beautiful I knew that he didn't think that of the real me, that stung. "But you're the beautiful one here, in a manly way."
His eyes sparkled at the complement, dragging a hand through his dirty blonde hair, smirking. "Well then." He leaned over me as he stood to his full height, appearing to be 6'3". He still wore his signature parka-this one was new though so it fit-just with the hood down to show his handsome features. "Do you happen to be with anybody?" He asked softly.
I paused. Was he technically asking me out? I frowned. I couldn't date him because he would be dating the fake me and when he finds out it's me...it won't be pretty. "No," I answered honestly. "But I'm not really looking for anyone, sorry," I said softly, meeting his eyes.
He pursed his lips and nodded. "Understandable," He said softly. "I'm always open." He gave me a pretty smile.
"Hey, wanna dance in the meantime?" I asked softly, fluttering my eyelashes.
He smiled and asked another worker to fill in for him as he jumped over the counter, holding a hand out for me to take. We did this every time I came in for a drink. We danced for about thirty minutes then normally I would return for a drink but this time I kissed his cheek and left.
I never really walked around North Park before, especially at night. It was rather odd but I made sure to keep track of where I was going. I sighed quietly and looked around, I needed to clear my mind.
I honestly don't know why I went to the bar so often if I knew that Kenny was always going to like the girl me yet never the male me. A upsetting part was that he was so sweet to the female me but to the real me...he bullied me. I was constantly teased and tormented, tripped and beaten up by him and his friends whenever I was seen.
It was sad really. Hopelessly falling for someone who hates me. That's why he could never know, not only would he hate this me, he would tell everyone and laugh in my face about it. Butters The Transvestite : Perfect headline for the newspaper, I could see it now. Everyone would make fun of me then.
With a quiet sigh I turned and started walking back to the empty parking lot a few blocks from the bar where I parked my car. I'll go home early.
It was only 9:22 by the time I got back to the car so I decided to sit on the hood and look up at the stars, muttering the names of constellations as I came across them.
I didn't notice how long I was there before I heard shuffling. I leapt to my feet in an istant and looked around frantically, fear creeping through me.
I saw a flash of orange and breathed a sigh of relief. "K-Kenny?" I asked quietly, adjusting my voice to be high pitched.
"Hey...what are you doing out here?" He asked softly.
"I could ask you the same thing." I said with a frown.
"Going to my truck." He pointed to an old beat up truck across the parking lot. "I didn't want anyone taking it so I hid it out here." He said softly.
I just nodded. "I was watching the stars..." I said quietly, glancing at the time before gasping. "I have to get home though..." I said with a frown. "I'll see you another time, alright Kenny?" I asked quietly, looking up at him, frowning.
"Of course." He smiled slightly. "See you around Lori." He walked off to his truck and I smiled slightly as well, slipping into my car and driving off, taking a few back roads so I knew I wouldn't be followed by him, just in case he wanted to become a stalker at any moment.
"Leopold Stotch. Do you see what time it is?" My mother asked me angrily, my father standing next to her.
"We approve of all of...this..." My father said as he motioned to my outfit. "As long as you stay on curfew. It was 10:37 when you got home, you were seven minutes late. Do you want to go back to that straight camp to straighten you up?" He threatened.
I just looked up at him through my eyelashes and shook my head, sinking further into the couch, wanting it to just suck me up so I could escape.
"N-No Sir." I stumbled over my words quietly, rubbing my knuckles together like in the past.
"Be late one more time and you will." He threatened as he glared at me. "For now you are grounded for the entire week. No going out for anything other than school, no television, no computer, and no phone." He said sternly. "Understand?"
"Y-Yes S-Sir." I'm stuttering too much. I looked up to meet his gaze to show that I understood. My parents were too strict, well, my father was.
"Good." With that he walked off, leaving my mother to sit next to me.
"Sorry honey, I have to be strict with him around." She mumbled quietly, pulling my wig off gently. "I'll let you sneak your phone when he isn't around, along with everything else." She winked and kissed my cheek, getting up and walking off.
I love my mother.
With a soft smile I walked up to my room and removed my makeup and outfit, slipping into a clean pair of boxers before laying down on my bed, smiling softly as I relaxed.
It was really peaceful, that is, until I realized that tomorrow is Monday.
Oh hamburgers.
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Notes from the beta: If you find any mistakes or anything like that, please don't comment on them. It was my fault, so I take blame, not her.