"But why?! 40 fucking bucks! You're saying no to that?!" Stan said.

"(Of course I am saying no to that, it's just that I'm wearing a bra.)" Kenny reasoned out. "You're such a fucking liar and unreasonable, Kenny." He thought.

"Dude, we're not asking you to pose while wearing bra. We're asking you to pose as nude!" Stan said.

Kenny didn't say anything after that though. He looked down on his desk. It's really fine with him if he becomes a nude model, but the problem is, he's a girl. He could feel his face blushing but he's lucky most of his face were covered with his orange hood. "Well? What's it going to be?" Stan asked, like nothing happened. It wasn't normal for Kenny to fidget, unlike Butters, he clasped his hands, but his index fingers were free so they could poke each other freely.

In a sudden, he felt like going to the bathroom, he felt like his bladder was full. He wanted to pee so badly! He was sweating underneath his hood. He looked at the teacher who was looking at everyone in the classroom. Now's my chance!, Kenny thought. He raised his hand as high as he could and waited for the teacher to look at him. Finally, the teacher looked at him with raised eyebrows. "(May I stop by the restroom?)" Kenny asked, almost panicked. The teacher smiled and nodded. Kenny got up, "Kenny! Wait! What's your answer?" Kyle asked. Kenny showed his left hand to Kyle as a signal to wait. He went to the door, opened it and closed it on the outside.

He walked a bit fast, Restroom, Restroom, where the hell are you? Kenny thought, panicking. He increased his speed, but he has to be careful not to bounce his breasts. One by one, he felt everyone's eyes were under him. There were so many people, whispering about him. He was hoping they weren't taking about his boobs. It was embarrassing, after all.

Finally, he saw two restrooms. Thank God, Kenny thought happily. He smiled underneath his hood but his smile disappeared when he looked up to see those said restrooms. One for male and one for female. He gazed at the boy's restroom.

He is a guy and his friends thought he's wearing a bra. He shook his head mentally. He looked at the girl's restroom. He is physically a woman but people don't know the truth. Would he pick Girl's Restroom or Boy's Restroom? Well, at least the Boy's Restroom still has a cubicle. So he picked the Boy's Restroom.

He went inside the cubicle. How do you use this thing anyway? Kenny thought angrily. He pulled his pants, together with his underwear down. He could see the curls of his pubic hair. Hey, how come I can't see my vagina? Kenny thought curiously. He felt like he wanted to take the urine out but he couldn't trust his vagina. So he positioned himself in front of the toilet. Should he trust his vagina? He sure wants to take the urine out. He sat down on the toilet and pissed. Wow. It's easier to pee without holding your peehole. Kenny smiled against his hood.

The boys bathroom door opened. "Did you see Kenny today? His chest was huge for a guy." Kenny stopped smiling. Why were they talking about him anyway? After all, he's Kenny. The unfortunate boy who's known for dying a lot. But most of the time, he's mostly ignored in school, not like he has a problem with it. No, he truly enjoys his privacy, every single piece of it

"Yeah, that guy. I think he's just wearing a bra and stuffs some stuff underneath it."

"Man, if he was a girl, I would go out with him and fuck him right now and then."

Jesus Christ!, Kenny thought, panicked. He's currently a girl and also a virgin. He heard from girls that the first time always hurts and it's way different from physical injuries. I wonder if I can get pregnant…Wait! Of course I can! I have fucking ovaries, God, I'm so stupid!, Kenny thought curiously then got mad of himself, he pulled his pants up and climbed up on the toilet, stood up and looked out to see two boys. Token and some other guy he's not familiar with? They were in the urinating area, pissing. Kenny sighed. He climbed down the toilet, he just has to wait for them to go out, while at it, it gave Kenny a time to think about being a nude model or not. He closed his eyes and takes a deep sigh… No, he's not going to be a nude model no matter how much he wants 40 bucks.

He opened the cubicle door to see them gone. He sighed in relief and went outside to see those two guys disappearing from a large crowd. He went to the Art Class to see an impatient Stan and bored Kyle. He sat on his own seat which was next to Stan who happens to be next to Kyle. "Dude, what took you so long?" Stan asked impatiently. Kyle just tapped his pencil. "I just pissed." Kenny said simply.

"Well, dude? Are you going to be a nude model or not?" Kyle asked, he was resting his chin on his right palm.

"(Of course not, no matter how much I want 40 bucks.)" Kenny said finally.

"Goddamnit, Kenny. You used to be a daredevil. You would do anything for money. What happened to you now?" Stan asked.

"(I'm afraid, I just changed.)" Kenny said, not caring. He tapped his fingers on his desk, every finger made a soft thump.

"Well I don't like the way you changed, Kenny!" Kyle shot angrily. Kyle looked away while Kenny sighed. "You know what? Maybe I could just ask Wendy." Stan said, annoyed. Kenny looked down and sighed. He felt guilty and hurt. Should he tell them? Absolutely not! Stan and Kyle would make fun of him and he's so not risking his secret.

"(I'm sorry, guys, really.)" Kenny apologized lowly. Kyle sighed in frustration and rubbed his temples lightly. Stan just nodded his head and looked down. Kenny really felt sorry for them yet he felt sorry for himself as well. I'm sorry, guys, maybe another time. Kenny thought silently.

The bell rang piercingly and everyone got up. Kenny was the last one to go out since he has a lot to think about. He got up and went outside the classroom like nothing happened. He looked down and looked at his own two feet moving forward, he began to count his footsteps One...Two...Three...Four...Five...Six... He then, looked up to see Stan's and Kyle's backs. He increased his pace and followed them.

"I'm glad it's Computer Class is next. Say, where's Cartman?" Stan asked curiously. Cartman hasn't been with them in Art Class ever. The last time they saw Cartman was when he was crying on the floor, holding his crotch while his other hand was on the stomach.

"Judging on his condition, he could be in the nurse's office right now." Kyle answered flatly. They were walking down on the hallways again. Kyle went to his locker, then he began shoving his book inside it. It was sad it wasn't next to Stan's or Kenny's so they could chat about their daily lives or their previous class. On their way on the Computer room, the three saw Wendy walking towards them.

"Hey, Stan. I'm really sorry about our date. I'm afraid I'm going to postpone it to the day after tomorrow, is it okay with you?" Wendy asked sadly, hoping Stan won't make a big deal about it. Stan was about to say yes when Wendy continued, "You see, Bebe is going to have a party tonight."

"Well, that's okay, Wendy, as long as you're okay with it." Stan smiled happily. He felt happy that he has more free time tomorrow until the deadline day. Kyle rolled his eyes, he was sick of the lovey-dovey stuff and Kenny chuckled lightly.

"See you later, Stan." Wendy pecked Stan's cheek while Stan tried not to puke. She clutched her book tightly and walked away to the other side. Stan felt his cheek and he sure was blushing really hard. Kyle pat his shoulder's lightly to be sure he's still in the real world. Stan groaned, because he was out of Never Land where pigs fly and where all Wendy's are. They all proceeded to computer class.

Mr. Mackey was their computer teacher. He was teaching them about Macromedia flash, but today seems to be an exception. His head increased a little but his body didn't change.

"Mm'kay class. Do anything you want for today, mm'kay?" Mr. Mackey said, he grabbed his book and began to read it.

All of them seem to be signing in to Yahoo or MSN. Most girls, like Bebe, seems to enjoy chatting and gossiping. Suddenly, Bebe accidentally sent something Kenny.

Bebe: I know! It's like Kenny injected some silicon in his tits!

Kenny was shocked by this, so everyone knew, of course they do, they were obvious. He typed it down.

Kenny: Actually, I'm wearing a bra. :/ I lost a bet to Kevin okay?

Bebe: Oops, sorry, Kenny. None of this would happen if you told us.

Kenny: Whatever.

People kept chatting on their IM and Kenny has nothing to do but surf on the internet and play games on Y8 or miniclip. He doesn't feel like going to computer or something, not when he has his own problems to deal with. Normally when he has problems, he would just leave it that way, but this problem is different. The bell rang as loud as it could be.

At lunch…

Cartman was there, he has some bandages on his stomach as well as underneath his crotch. He picked up his tray and sat next to his friends on their usual table sulkily.

"Wow, Cartman, you're back." Stan said while shoving some macaroni and cheese salad on his mouth. Cartman groaned, he couldn't sit properly because of his balls and stomach. He didn't regret saying his words to Kyle and Kenny and it's possible he forgot about them. He rested the tip of his chin on his hand.

"Euughhh. You guys will regret what you just did awhile ago." Cartman spoke grumpily. He gobbled down the food on his plate. Kyle was busy eating his own food while Kenny snickered. Cartman wasn't pleased with Kenny's snicker. Oh they will soon get it.

"Hey guys, in Computer class, I checked out that Terrance and Phillip is going to have a brand new show, it's about time. The episodes I watched were from few years ago." Stan started.

"Well, that rules. All I did is go to and checked out any reviews in my fics and I had like, 5 new reviews on my story." Kyle responded, he felt proud for being such a good writer in that everyone liked his story.

"Pfft. Whatever, Kyle. I bet they're flames or critiques on your stories because they totally hate your stories, because Jews can't write awesome stories." Cartman snarled, rolling his eyes. He was angry at Kyle that he said those hateful words to the redheaded Jew. Kyle slammed the table. "Shut the fuck up, Cartman or do you want me to kick you in the balls again?"

Cartman rolled his eyes. Cartman was of course scared of Kyle's kick, for a Jew, Kyle could really kick hard. But Cartman acted all tough, he had enough of Kyle. All he did was just ask to copy his homework, nothing more and nothing less.

"Shut up, Kyle. You have no idea what you're talking about. You shouldn't mess with me."

"Cartman! Do me a favor, will you?! Instead of discriminating the Jews, why don't you go on the middle of the road, and sit there until a truck runs you over instead?"

"Guys, that's enough. Can't you stop bickering for once?"

"(Yeah. It's really getting annoying.)"

Kyle and Cartman looked away from each other with their arms crossed, the conversation ended with a "Hmph!" from Kyle.

Soon after the school was done, everyone left on their way home. They were happy that it's Friday tomorrow, meaning, there won't be any more school after that until Monday. They just have to wait one more day...

SHORT SCENES BELOW:

Kyle went home and went upstairs, while waiting for dinner. He turned on his computer and worked on his story. Suddenly his computer shut down. "What the hell?!" Kyle cried, shocked. Why did his computer shut down? He never downloaded anything malicious and he has a very good anti-virus program. He couldn't tell his parents about it, he's going to get killed! It's his computer and it's his own responsibility. Meanwhile… When Ike was eating cereal in the kitchen, he could feel himself smiling that he finally got his revenge. After all he's a good hacker.

Keiko Murikami- I appreciate your help, but I don't want to trouble her though. I hope you like this chapter.

Full on 124- Yeah, he will.

Yeah, I made a short scene because I really don't want to focus on Kenny all the time. I hope you don't mind if I'm going to make short scenes in some chapters. XD

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