From Being XY to Being XX Ch 3"Uh...aren't we going to the mall? Not that I mind going to your house, then..."From Being XY to Being XX Ch 3 by ~AwesomeYouTubePowers
Wendy and the genderbent girls were at her house, in her room, with the boys sitting in any available sitting space around the room, while the girls took to lying or sitting on Wendy's bed.
"Well...since most of you are in pajamas, and since your clothes are about to fall off...yes, Stacy, I'm talking to you, I decided to let you borrow some of my clothes-", Wendy was explaining, until Marjorine raised her hand and asked-
"What if your clothes don't fit us?"
Wendy sighed, then continued, "-then I'll let you borrow my mother's clothes...good thing she is in work at this moment..."
Wendy handed a orange summer top, some jeans and a pair of white sneakers to Kylie. "Here, wear this. I think my size can fit you.", in which Kylie took the clothes given to her, and with a confused face, she asked, "Are you even sure you have enough for the others? I mean, I know you're friends with Bebe...but I'm not even sure y
From Being XY to Being XX Ch 2Now, Stan Marsh was a average American teen, with good looks, good grades, four best friends he was grateful for, and a nice girlfriend.From Being XY to Being XX Ch 2 by ~AwesomeYouTubePowers
But he and and his girlfriend broke up last week, and now, he woke up as a girl. A very pretty girl at that.
He (or she?) had long black hair reaching mid-back, shining cobalt eyes, and a petite figure. She must've shrunk to 5'4 from her previous 5'10.
Stan tied her hair up into a messy ponytail, and put on a white shirt, black jeans, and blue Converse, and stepped into...something.
Oh yeah, Kenny had been staying over for the night...and HE JUST DISCOVERED THAT STAN IS A GIRL! Shit...
"Am I in heaven?"
"No, Kenny, you're not in heaven. Get your ass up and come with me if you want to."
So that's what happened before they both arrived at Wendy's house, now explaining everything to what happened this morning.
She actually did believe them, surprising Stan and Kenny in the process, and now was helping them with Stan's 'little' problem involving girl clot
From Being XY to Being XXIn a night in the town of South Park, six pink lights shined through the night, leaving behind a trail of pink mist when they passed by.From Being XY to Being XX by ~AwesomeYouTubePowers
Some pink mist went inside Butters' house, surrounding the teenage boy sleeping peacefully, and changing his body 'slightly', before the room was cleared out of the mist.
The mist was inside Tweek's house, surrounding Tweek himself, seeing the mist surround him, and screaming before he got knocked out by the mist, and his body changed by the time he was asleep.
The mist also filled up Stan's house, the teenage raven haired guy putting up a fight to NOT fall asleep, but falling asleep after the change was complete.
The same thing at Clyde's house, before he promptly fell asleep sprawled on his bed.
The mist filled up Pip's room, too, and the mist surrounded him, before his body changed drasctially.
The mist surrounded Kyle, who was asleep on his bed, and changed his body before being bathed in a white light and taken someplace else.
What a surprise it
Kyman - Middle of Nowhere: Chapter 1•°•°•°•°•Kyman - Middle of Nowhere: Chapter 1 by ~SouthParkFan99
"Oh, Bubbe!" my mom cries squeezing me into a tight hug. "I'm so proud of you!"
"Thanks, Mom," I reply, subtly inching away from her. I don't mind the fact that my mom is hugging me in public, but that she still uses my old preschool nickname, Bubbe. I hope to Moses that nobody else heard that. My adopted brother Ike snickers. He's obviously enjoying my embarrassment. I glare at him which only makes him laugh harder.
When my mom finally lets go, I notice my dad standing next to Ike.
"Congratulations, Kyle," he grins as the four of us begin to walk out of the auditorium.
"Thanks. I'm going to go find my friends, if that's all right."
"Go ahead, we'll be in the cafeteria if you need us," says Dad. I'm not trying to seem rude, but I'd rather not listen to my mom go on and on about how proud she is of her little 'bubala'. I don't understand why my parents are so proud of me just for graduating high school. Almost everyone in my grade has
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