Girl x Girl Imagines

Period

I wake up, blink after blink, a fantastic pain increases in my stomach each second. I begin to shift around in my position assuming the pain will wear off. I have completely forgotten I was female, and figured that this pain was simply because I didn't use the bathroom before I went to sleep the night before. As I head to the bathroom, a few feet from the bed, I hear the blankets move around. I turn around slowly, watching as a small head peeks from under the covers, and muffled groans fill up the silent room.

"Where are you going." My girlfriend asks. Her eyes super puffy, and her eyebrows are furrowed. I've never figured out how or why her eyes puff up like that while she sleeps, but I haven't built up the confidence to ask her. To be completely real, when I watch her wake up, her eyes remind me of a gremlin. This is also something I have not built up the confidence to share with (GF/N).

"I'm going to the bathroom." I point my thumb towards the bathroom door, and she brings the covers right over her head swiftly. I shrug and walk back to the bathroom. As I begin to sit on the toilet, and pull down my pajama shorts, there are red areas on my panties. My eyes go wide, as I remember what my stomach was bothering me about, and groan as I realize I have no pad to change in to. Or panties.

"Babeee." I drag out from the bathroom, hoping (GF/N) hasn't fallen back asleep.

"Yes." She answers.

"I need a pad. A thick one, and another pair of underwear. Please." Hoping she doesn't take her jolly time to get up and grab my needs, my foot taps on the tiled floor as I think about how I now own - but do not own - one less pair of underwear.

I hear a light knock on the door. "Come in." The door opens slowly, and red fuzzy socks appear from the other side of the door, then a hand, then red flannel pajama shorts and a leg, then a gremlin-lookin' face, then a full body. She cannot seriously be this lazy. I would've ran for my life, just for this needy woman to do exactly what I hoping she wouldn't do. Take her jolly damn time.

"Hear, love." She hands me my underwear and diaper-type pad, and scurries out the room. She's so cute.

"Thank you, gorgeous!" I shout from the cracked door.

"You're welcome!" She shouts back and I hear the bed thud. "I'm okay!"

After I've dealt with my business, I slowly walk towards my side of the bed, my hand on my stomach. The heat pad is already on my pillow, warming up. I assume (GF/N) set that up herself. Though, thinking of (GF/N), where is she? Downstairs. I sigh and take my heat-pad plus myself downstairs to the kitchen table.

I plug the pad back in, and tuck it underneath my shirt in order for my stomach to actually feel the heat. "Good morning." (GF/N) says, turning towards my miserable self. Her smile turns into an apologetic frown, I attempt to force a smile, but I have absolutely no energy to do such.

"Aww. Want some eggs? They're scrambled?" She shrugs with a faint smile.

I contemplate on whether I want them and I'm going to eat them, or I just want them. Trust me, there's a difference. A painful difference. "Just a little." I barely make out.

"Ok!" She smiles and turns back to the stove. I hear lots of scraping and egging going on. It smells good though.

As (GF/N) brings me a small plate of eggs, I stare at them. Between me and the eggs, there's some type of beef going on. I pick up the fork, and stab the egg, expecting myself to now actually eat it. Instead I keep the fork in the piece of egg, and glare at it.

As (GF/) walks toward the table with her plate, she looks and me then the plate of eggs in confusion. "You okay?" She asks. I huff. "Well, eat something. You have to." I huff again. My head slowly slugs itself onto the table. I nearly fall asleep in that moment. "(Y/N)? Baby, try and eat a little. For me." Damn, she hit me with that?

I pick up the fork, a bring a piece of egg to my mouth. I chew slowly, and the eggs get mushier and mushier. As the feeling gets weirder in my mouth, I have to swallow it to get the feeling gone. So I swallow, and smile. I smile a smile that goes away in two seconds because my stomach starts growling, and the pain gets worse. I groan. (GF/N) rubs her hand on my back, and she starts humming. "Try and eat a little more, baby." So I do. It kind of felt good, it kind of hurt. Being on your period is a very confusing stage in your life. But also a stage you have to understand, something that I can't do when my body feels dead on the inside. The only thoughts going through are the normal ones: "I wish I was a male as of right now." I think this quite literally, every month for almost least a week. Guess why.

After I take a few more small bits of my eggs, my girlfriend looks at me with a smile, she holds my hand, and looks me in the eye. "You're eyes aren't as puffy." I blurt out, and immediately slap my head in disappointment. "I guess not." She responds with a chuckle.

"I feel like throwing up. I want to." My eyes start to drift, my head goes limp.

"No, it's just your stomach, baby." Her hand lets go of mine, and she holds my head up.

"Sorry." I try to re-focus on her. "Don't apologize." Her thumb caresses my check. " Your hand is really soft." I smile like a fool. She giggles,then  re-locates her hand to my uncovered thigh, and rubs that lightly. My gosh.

"I'm so happy I'm not a male." I slur out, putting my hand on top of hers.

"I wonder why, (Y/N)." She giggles.

"I know why." I smirk.