Chapter Three.

27th of May, 2005.

Hey Steward.

My birthday wasn't much of a success, I mostly received vouchers and small pieces. But she had managed to get a hold of some nice bits and pieces. Mostly makeup and hair tools. That's what I like to call them because they're like tools for your hair.

Oh. Yeah, remember my 'super secret' stack of boy clothes? Yeah, well they apparently aren't so secret. My mother had disposed of them whilst I was at Red's, getting caked in makeup and skimpy clothes that offer no warmth. It was all to form fitting, almost giving me a figure I don't have, or at least didn't know of.

Red's wasn't much of a success.

We listened to the charts until I told them I didn't know half of these songs. Some of the girls looked at me with disappointment, as if it was must to listen to the charts. When I was persuaded into sharing my music, other girls looked generally scared. Although you would've thought, Stew that at least one of them would know who Arctic Monkeys were. Or have even heard of Guns and Roses, don't get me started on Nirvana.

At least Kenny and Craig share the same music taste as I do. Stan mostly listens to the charts, be he can deal with mine and Kenny's tastes, and Cartman? Let's just say that Cartman is an ABBA boy.

I guess that brings us to Part Three, huh. You Steward are a lucky man. Well, if you was a man (which neither are at the moment, but don't worry). But either way you are going to be the first to hear of my adventures in a girl's world.

Or what I like to call; The (eye)Shadow Realm.

Part Three.

With a click of Ma's car door, I was greeted by the brisk winter air of South Park. Not that I'm out to enjoy it for long, quickly ushered inside by Red's Mother; Louisa. With my bag discarded and a warm cup of coffee in my hand, I make my way down the stairs to face the girls. Who are all singing, dancing and talking to one another. They give me hugs and quick 'happy birthdays' before resuming whatever they were doing.

My feet take me to Wendy, who smiles warmly and embraces me, she pulls back, struggling to get a hair of her lip. "First order of business, that hair!" She plays with it before leading me to a small desk set up in the corner, a mirror planted to the wall and straightens waiting to be used. She begins to brush through my mane. Bebe joins us and laughs at my discomfort.

Soon, my hair is a frizzy brushed mess, with parts straightened and others pinned up, Bebe is doing my nails and Nicole joined to plaster stuff on my face.

Why did I come again? Oh, yeah. I remember now. Because I can't refuse them.

Like I can't refuse them when they ask me to try some outfits on, I cannot also refuse when they want to put make up on me and cake me in perfume.

None the less, I return to the car looking dolled up. My ma is a mix between overjoyed and confused. She tells me I look beautiful and I should try to make myself look like this more often. She also makes a point of telling me that my friends won't leave until I open their damn presents.

Which I do, after much discomfort.

"Kyla, why do you look like that?"

"Wow, Ky. Uh, you look… cool."

"Finally, Jew Fag's home, open my present so I can get out of this shithole."

You know, the usual.

I open Cartman's first, thanking him for the perfume which his mum made him buy as he did this to me. You know, Stew, the girl thing. Yeah, that one. He leaves immediately after, grumbling a "Fuck you guys" as we part ways. He closes the door with a standard thunk.

Next, Kenny's is my hand, he wiggles his eyebrows inappropriately before I unwrap it. Watercolour paints and a watercolour book. I thank him with a quick hug. He smiles that Kenny McCormick smile and lets me move onto Stan. Between the guitar and Hebrew books and the four holiday tickets. I'm thrilled. He looks so overjoyed and Kenny looks annoyed. But perks immediately after hearing a free holiday might be in order for him.

We chat mindlessly for a while, none of them daring to bring up why I look like I do, as I haven't told them about where I previously was. Or who exactly was I with.

Somewhere between talking about badly scripted porn and Cartman's nose I decide that I should tell them about my little issue.

But, it's okay if you forgot Stewart, as I am going to remind you.

"Guys, I need to quickly remind you of something quickly, because I don't know if you have realised or not and I didn't really, well, up until now how to tell yo-"

"Shut up and tell us Ky. You're drowning on again."

Gee, thanks Ken.

"Remember that one time where I developed these" I gesture my boobs. Kenny looks like he's going to give a cheeky reply but I cut him off. "There is no way of reversing it."

"What do you mean? Have you seen Garrison? I mean he's had several sex changes! We'll just get you one and boom! You're back to normal."

"No, Stan. It doesn't work that way. Before you guys came in the nurse told me that I'm a girl inside too, like; I have a uterus and shit. So, sex change is completely out of the question and I am stuck like this."

Stan's face drops, he looks both lost and mortified. He sighs deeply, lowering his head and rubbing his temples slowly. With a quick rub over his mouth he leans on his hand looking at me "Really?" he questions solemnly.

I nod, not entirely sure why he acting this way. But, hey. It is Stan; over emotional pussy whom happens to be my super best friend. The idea of him finding out he wasn't the first to know flashes through my mind and I know he'd be even more upset if I'm not the one to inform him.

"Other than my family and Craig, no one else knows." I mention trying to lean of the subject completely.

"Craig?" They both question. Up until now Kenny has been oddly quiet, although he enjoys cheeky innuendos, he knows when he should sit up and shut up.

"Why does Craig know?" Stan continues.

Fucking dick move on my part, dammit. This is all Craig the Arsehole's fault.

"Uh, we we're talking about it in school because he wanted to know what happened and yeah. It kinda slipped?"

"Whatever, Craig's a dick." Steward. This is Bad. Bad with a capital B.

Kenny's quick to change the subject and Stan's quicker to conceal his hurt, which is stupid if you ask me, which you shouldn't.

Guys are dicks.

So what are you guys thinking so far? Review please!

I have an idea of what size I think she is, (UK) 8 for her top half and (UK) 10 for her bottom. Like she's slim and lean but slightly flat chested but great bum.

Size guide for viewers:

European 36 38

UK 8 10

USA 6 8