5 - I Shaved My Legs For This And It Was Totally Worth It

Kenny snuck back into his house through his bedroom window and changed back into his ripped jeans and hoodie. He doubted his dad would care much about him taking ballet classes-honestly he'd be more concerned with how Ken had gotten the money to pay for them-but he knew that coming home in a dress with a chest that was stuffed with toilet paper and luscious shaved legs would pose a problem.

Contrary to what Craig believed, Kenny wasn't just concerned with looking at naked girls in the dressing rooms. He could do that all on his own time, with the internet or any cheap freshman that didn't know of his reputation yet. And besides, if he was going to change in the girls' dressing room, he'd have to do it separately or he'd be found out.

No, it wasn't for the girls. It was because Kenny was a complex individual and sometimes he just needed to escape, pretend that he wasn't some dirt-poor asshole with a knack for talking girls out of their pants. And he liked the feeling of smooth legs, and the way that dresses made his figure look slimmer and more curvy. He liked to braid his hair, and he liked to use colorful clips, and he liked being feminine. But then, he also liked being masculine sometimes. It was all very confusing and honestly Ken didn't have the time or money to dwell on the concept of gender, so he just did what felt right.

Ballet had been interesting-not that he'd gotten to participate much. He was stuck at the barre, doing stretches as Butters instructed him.

That was another thing: Butters. Kenny had taken to calling him Butterscotch, which the kid didn't seem to mind.

He was smaller than Kenny, even smaller than Tweek, and that made him look extremely delicate. When he was showing the older boy the stretches, Ken was sure Butters would snap his own leg off. That's how fragile he looked.

Kenny wiped off his mascara with the back of his hand, smearing it across his eye but not really caring. "Butterscotch, Butterscotch," he murmured to himself. He liked calling him that. He liked Butters in general. His innocence, his round baby face, his silky platinum hair.

For some reason, thinking about Butters made him think of his first and only serious girlfriend, Tammy. The two weren't alike at all, but he reminded Ken of her. Maybe it was just the feeling he got around both of them. The way his stomach tightened.

Someone tapped on Kenny's door and he called, "Come in!"

"Did you take my maple kiss lipstick again?" It was Karen, his little sister. She was the only one Kenny trusted enough to talk about his gender identity with, and the source of most of Kenny's feminine items. Despite their age difference, they were super close, and Ken was happy about that.

He nodded and tossed her the tube of lipstick. "Going somewhere tonight?"

She caught the lipstick and leaned against the doorframe, her mousey brown hair falling around her face. "Yeah, me and Ruby are going to hang out at the bowling alley. Why?"

Ken shrugged. "Just wondering. Be safe. And don't forget to call if you need anything."

"Ken, you don't have to worry about me," the girl said, a smile playing on her lips.

"I know, I know."

"Okay, I'm gonna get going big bro. I'll see you later!"

He waved her off, watching her scamper out with a small smile. Seeing her grow up made him feel so old.

The boy checked his phone. Butters had promised to text him-well, he'd promised to text Kendria, but same difference. So far there were no new messages, except one from Kyle that was just a long paragraph complaining about Cartman, but he really didn't care to listen to the ginger bitch about stuff.

He sighed and pulled his hood up, tightening the strings so that the bottom half of his face was mostly covered. Might as well go get some coffee, get out of this shithole.

The Tweak Bros Coffee Shop was relatively empty when he arrived. Tweek and Craig were the only people who were actually sitting down, and other than that there were only a few people in line to get coffee.

Ken made his way over to the couple. They'd become fast friends, and Kenny really couldn't figure out why. Craig was so cool and collected, and Tweek literally freaked out over everything. Maybe "opposites attract" isn't entirely inaccurate.

"What are you, my stalker?" Craig muttered.

Kenny snorted and pushed the noirette a bit to the side so he could squeeze into the chair right next to him. "I was bored and I wanted coffee. It's not my fault you guys got here first."

"Oh, fuck off, this is my chair!"

"Now it's our chair." Ken looked across the table at Tweek, who looked flustered to say the least. "What's up, Tweekers?"

"A-are you Kenny?" The poor boy was confused and unsure of how to address the person in front of him, and Ken couldn't blame him.

"That's right. I believe I saw you in the hall today, and we met at the ballet studio."

"W-well I know, but-ngh-are you Kenny?" He was having trouble articulating his question, but Kenny got the point.

"If you're asking if I'm a guy, the answer is yes. I'm just doing some, uh, undercover work." Yeah, undercover. He liked the sound of that.

Craig rolled his eyes, elbowing the dirty blonde beside him. "You're such a whore."

Ken winked. "You know it, babe."

"Babe? You guys are-ngh-dating?" Kenny laughed. The shock on that idiot's face was fucking priceless.

He slid an arm around Craig and twirled one of the strings of his hat around his finger. "Oh yeah, he's the love of my life. Not bad in bed, either."

Craig shoved him out of his chair. "Fuck off. We aren't dating. Even if I was gay you wouldn't have a chance." He smirked. "I'm way out of your league."

Kenny laughed, the first time he'd really laughed in awhile. And because of Craig Tucker, no less. And in spite of Tweek's concern and Craig's apathy, he seemed to be welcome here. Maybe this ballet thing would really work out after all.

A/N

not my best chapter, but I'm trying to keep things moving :')