Well, we got lucky where I am because we didn't lose power in the blizzard. We did, however, get pretty snowed in (you couldn't even tell there was a road here the day after). I imagine the boys must see this a lot in South Park :-P

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SUPER! Fun Time

Tammy made her way over and sat right down in Kenny's lap. "How've you been?" she asked.

"Fine…" he said unsure. "How about you?"

"Not good at all. I've missed you so much, Ken!" she embraced him.

"Uh…Tammy, have you met my friends?"

"Hi, I'm Kyle."

"And I'm Stan."

"Hi, I'm Kenny's girlfriend Tammy."

Butters looked over at them in surprise. "Girlfriend? B-but I thought you guys weren't together no more."

"We're not," Kenny answered quickly.

"It's true that we haven't seen each other in a while, but we never really broke up, Ken," Tammy reminded him.

"Oh…" Butters knocked his knuckles together nervously.

"Tammy, I'm sorry, but it's over now."

"Aw, come on, Ken! Why don't we go to T.G.I. Friday's after school? I think I'm gettin' a craving," she said seductively.

Kenny began to sweat, and shuddered, involuntarily but audibly, at the opportunity presenting itself, which didn't go unnoticed by Butters.

"'Scuse me, fellas, I-I gotta go to the little boys' room," he scampered off with his head down.

"No, Butters…" Kenny called to him.

"We'll go talk to him," Kyle said as he and Stan got up from the table.

They went into the closest restroom and heard whimpering coming from one of the stalls.

"Butters?" Kyle asked.

"I'll be out s-soon," he answered shakily.

"Just come and talk to us," Stan urged.

Slowly, Butters got off the toilet and unlocked the stall door. He walked out with his bottom lip quivering and tears collecting at the bottom of his eyes. "I shoulda known I never really had a chance with him when he could have someone like Tammy Warner."

"Don't say that, Butters," said Kyle. "Kenny really likes you."

"Sure, we have fun hangin' out together, but Kenny likes long, silky hair and big boobs. I can't compete with that."

A light bulb went off in Stan's head. "Yes, you can!" he grinned.

"Oh…yeah!" Kyle read his super best friend's mind.

"W-what are guys thinkin' right now?"

"Just get off the bus with the two of us today," said Stan. "We'll explain everything then."

…

After school, Stan, Kyle and Butters all went to the Marsh house. "Now, what's this all about?" Butters asked.

"You may not have long hair and big boobs, but Marjorine does," Stan smirked.

"Oh, no," he shook his head wildly. "I don't wanna be Marjorine again."

"Don't you wanna make Kenny forget all about Tammy?" Kyle struck a chord with him.

"Well…I do like Kenny a whole lot. It sure does get me steamed when I think about an older girl comin' on to him…goin' to T.G.I. Friday's, givin' him a BJ and what-not… I wonder what a BJ is anyway…ya think it's some kinda present?"

"Uh…yeah," said Kyle.

"Well, if anybody's gonna be givin' Kenny presents, it oughta be me, gosh darnit!"

"All right, let's do it!" shouted Stan. They all walked quietly into the house. "OK, Kyle," Stan whispered. "We have to sneak into my parents' bedroom and get some of my mom's clothes."

"Dude, your mom's?" Kyle asked.

"Well, it's either hers or my sister's, and there's no way we'd get past Shelly. Butters, you go keep my mom busy while we raid her closet."

"Gee, fellas, I don't know about this. I usually get in trouble when I'm involved in one of your crazy schemes."

"Butters, we're trying to make you into a hot chick to win Kenny over," Stan said. "And to be a chick, you'll need to dress like one."

"Aw, geez…" he slowly walked into the kitchen where Sharon was sitting, while Stan and Kyle sneaked off to the bedroom. "Uh…hi there, Stan's mom."

"Hi, Butters," she greeted him. "I didn't hear you boys come in. Is Stan out in the living room?" she started to get up.

"Uh…" he began to panic. "Ya wanna hear a song?"

"Oh…all right."

"I-I'm a little teapot, sh-short and stout, here is my handle, here is my s-spout—"

"That's very good, Butters. Stan, are you out there?"

"I have another one! Little bunny foo foo hoppin' through the forest, scoopin' up the field mice and boppin' 'em on the head—"

"OK, Butters, I'm gonna go find Stan now."

"B-but if you leave me now, you'll take away the biggest part of me, ooh…girl, baby please don't go—"

"Very cute, honey. Now, if you don't mind—"

"Hey there, have ya heard about my robot friend? He's metal and small and doesn't judge me at all—"

"BUTTERS!"

"Y-yes, ma'am?"

Sharon managed her best smile. "Thank you so much for the wonderful concert, but now I think I'd like to lie down for a while."

"AAAHH! No!"

"What's wrong?"

"W-well, w-we were havin' s-so much fun."

"I know," she sighed. How the hell do I get rid of this kid?

"Hi, Mom," Stan said as he and Kyle walked past the kitchen entrance.

"Oh, Stanley! Thank God you're here!"

"Uh…we're all gonna go hang out in my room now," he and Kyle kept their hands behind their backs.

"Yes, of course! Enjoy yourselves!"

Butters skipped on ahead, while Stan and Kyle carefully walked backwards toward the staircase.

Once in the safety of Stan's room, they laid the clothes out on his bed. "OK," he said, "we got a blouse, a skirt, high heels, and some colorful barrettes."

"Don't forget about your tube socks from football practice," Kyle added.

"What are those for?" Butters wondered.

"You know, for stuffing in the front," Stan answered.

"Now, hold on a sec! Why would Kenny want a girl with a giant wiener?"

"They're not for your crotch, Butters," Kyle rolled his eyes. "We're putting them in the blouse to give you boobs."

"Oh… But won't I need a bra to keep my hooters in?"

"Butters, I'm not going through my mom's underwear drawer. We're gonna go outside so you can change into the skirt. Then we'll come back in to help with the other stuff."

After Butters put the skirt on, he called for Stan and Kyle, who set to work clipping his hair, stuffing the skirt, and lacing up the stilettos. They stood back and examined their handiwork.

"This isn't working," Kyle shook his head.

"We're gonna need the help of professionals," Stan realized. "Come on, Marjorine," he and Kyle grabbed the blond's hands and walked 'her' downstairs. "Mom, we're going out for a while," Stan called.

"Take your time," she called back.

Suddenly, Marvin wheeled himself into the living room and got a look at Butters. "What the hell is this?"

"We're giving our buddy a makeover, Grandpa," Stan answered as they left the house.

"Son of a whore! Now they're turning into trannies!"

…

Stan rang the bell when they reached their destination, and the door opened shortly after.

"Oh my! I haven't you boys in a while!" said Big Gay Al. "How are you?"

"Fine," said Kyle. "How are you?"

"Super! Thanks for asking! What brings you silly gooses all the way out here?"

"We have a makeover emergency, Al," Stan pointed to Butters.

"Oh, Jesus Christ!" said Mr. Slave when he saw the lousy job they did.

"We need something to impress our horny friend," Stan explained. "Do you think you can help?"

"You bet your sweet buns we can!" Al said cheerily. "Come on, sweetie, let's get to work!" Al invited the boys in, then called a stylist friend of his who came over lickety-split with all the essentials.

First, he picked out an appropriate-size sparkly red dress, while Mr. Slave fitted Butters with a harness to hold his fake breasts in place, which the stylist also provided. Next, he used a rouge blush, ruby red lipstick, a smoky eye shadow, and long eyelashes. Then he pulled out a natural shoulder-length blond wig and used a curling iron to make it wavy. Finally, he added the finishing touch with some black pumps in Butters' size, with a thicker and somewhat shorter heel so he could walk without needing help.

"Perfection!" the stylist declared.

"Thanks, Ricardo!" said Al. "Kisses!"

"W-well, what do ya think, fellas?"

"Whoa, dude!" Stan stared wide-eyed.

"Damn, Butters! You could pass for a Raisins girl!" Kyle complimented him.

"Thanks so much for your help," Stan told Al.

"Oh, it was no biggie! We're always happy to see you boys!"

"OK!" Butters stood up confidently. "Now we just need to stop at the toy store, then I'm gonna head on over to Kenny's house and give him the best darn BJ he's ever got!"

"Oh…Jesus Christ…" Mr. Slave was overcome with the vapors.

…

After buying Kenny a 20-pack of Hot Wheels, Butters headed over to his crush's house with the guys. Stan and Kyle stood on the sidelines while Butters knocked on his door.

Kenny opened it and dropped his jaw.

"Hi, Kenny," he said in a soft, feminine voice.

"Butters?!"

"Marjorine," he corrected him.

"Why are you dressed like this?"

"I'm just givin' you what you want," he batted his false eyelashes.

"What are you talking about?"

"I know you like pretty girls with long hair and big titties, and I wanna make you happy so you don't need to go back to Tammy Warner! I even bought you a present. See?"

"Butters—"

"Marjorine."

"Ken!"

"Tammy?"

"Aw, s-sugar lumps…" Butters muttered.

"What are you doing here?" Kenny asked.

"You didn't get off the bus with me. I thought we were goin' to T.G.I. Friday's."

Butters could see Kenny starting to sweat again. "I'm s-sorry," he bowed his head. "I forgot you had plans," he began to walk away.

"No," Kenny grabbed his hand. "You're not going anywhere."

"I-I'm not?"

"Tammy, I told you already that there's nothing left between us."

"What, you're going out with this skank now?"

"Don't call him that!"

"Him? Don't you mean her?"

Kenny hadn't meant to let that slip out, but after a moment of thought, he continued. "No. You know what? I did mean him. I like a boy now, and he's the first crush I've ever had that was based on something more than just wanting to get laid. He's cute and funny; he likes the same kinds of toys I do; we both can relate to being overlooked by people; and most importantly, he's the sweetest person I ever met." He turned to Butters. "And that's why I like you."

Butters smiled and blushed.

"So then who is this guy really?" Tammy asked.

Kenny could see Butters' fear of being found out. "That's none of your business. The important thing is that he's the one I wanna be with, not you. Now, you can go tell everybody that I've switched teams or whatever, but it won't make any difference in how I feel about him."

"Please!" Tammy scoffed. "Why would I tell anybody? Do you have any idea how embarrassing it is finding out that I lost my boyfriend to another guy? Have a nice life!" she stomped off.

"Butters," Kenny spoke softly. "Don't think for a minute that you have to change anything about yourself to please me. I like you just the way you are."

"Gee, Kenny, do you really mean that?"

Kenny tossed Butters' wig aside and asked, "What do you think?" as he kissed him passionately.

After they were done and Butters caught his breath, he said, "Boy, I sure am glad you said that. I really didn't wanna have to cut off my wiener."

"Wow," Stan watched in amazement. "Kenny was willing to put his whole reputation on the line just to make Butters happy. Gary deserves the same from me. That's it: I have to tell Wendy the truth about us."

OMG, this chapter took forever to write! I seem to be having a harder time getting my ideas out of my head and onto my laptop the farther along this story goes :'(

Obviously, I don't own T.G.I. Friday's, Hot Wheels, or the Chicago song "If You Leave Me Now."

BTW, is it just me, or has anyone else noticed that the size of fanfic text all of a sudden got a lot smaller?