South Park Smut And Such

Marjorine (Butters) x Kenny: House

(Just in case anyone doesn't know, there is an episode where Butters is disguised as a girl to get a fortune teller from the girls. The only relevant part is that Butters is simply dressed as Marjorine.)

(Possible TW: cussing, abuse, scars, self-harm, "transphobia"? Butters isn't canonly trans, and I'm not sure that's what I'm going for. He's more of a cross-dresser, but his parents aren't very understanding or accepting of it)

(This one is just a little spice.)
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I take off my wig and tuck it safely in my closet. As I'm getting ready to change out of my dress, my father walks in. Oh, hamburgers! This isn't going to go over well... "Butters!? What the hell are you doing, young man!?" "Awh, well I was j-just getting dressed is all..." I don't look at his face. He grabs me by my chin, hard, "You're wearing a dress and makeup! No son of mine will be seen like this!"

I flinch as he slaps me, sending me sprawling to the floor. My vision doubles for a moment, and I fear that I'm going to pass out. "W-well geez, dad, I'm awful s-sorry..." "SHUT UP, BUTTERS! GOD DAMN IT! YOU'RE GROUNDED FOR THE REST OF YOUR FUCKING LIFE!" I flinch as he slams my door shut, locking me inside. "TAKE THOSE GOD-AWFUL CLOTHES OFF TOO, YOU FUCKING WEIRDO!"

I clasp my hand over where he had hit me, and sob silently. I gotta get out here... I can't live like this anymore! I grab my wig and put it back on, fixing my makeup and pulling my dress back up over my body. There, nice and pretty. I then open my window and figure out a way to get down. Mysterion makes this look so easy. Eventually, I just jump, twisting my ankle and scraping up my hands. Ouch!

Before my parents can realize my absence, I'm off to my only real friend's house; Kenny's. My flats slap against the sidewalk as I run, the wind blowing strands of blonde across my face, wiping me and leaving a slight sting. It's awful cold. The snow crunches as I run on, finally making it to Kenny's house. I guess you can't call it a house, poor fella. They have it rough. A whole lot rougher than I do

I knock on the door, on the verge of tears again. Mrs. Mccormick answers the door, a real pretty woman if you look past her poor and white trash appearance. She has nice features, like Kenny. Not quite as nice though. "What do you want?" Her accent is something I've always liked to hear, I don't know why. It just sounds good to my ears.

"I-is Ken home?" She eyes me carefully, and I realize that she's never seen me this way. "You his new girlfriend or something?" I feel myself blush and laugh nervously. She thinks I'm a girl!? "No, we're just friends. I'm Marjorine." I smile at her sweetly. "He's in his room, don't expect to be fed here. Hardly enough for the five of us as is." I nod, feeling sorry for the bunch.

I step inside, careful not to let my eyes linger on any one spot for too long. Everywhere I look there's a Blue Ribbon Can, or a stain, or a cump of drywall. The "home" is in very poor condition, just as I remember it. I knock on Kenny's door, and he opens it. A surprised look crosses his face, just barely visible through his parka.

He takes his hood down, revealing his precious blonde hair. "B-...Marjorine? What are you doing here?" I look down at my feet, noticing that I scuffed up my pretty black flats from running. I bet Karen would love a pair of shoes like these, I wish I wouldn't have scuffed them up, but I'm sure she'd still love them. "I...had a falling out with my dad."

Kenny seems confused. We don't ever talk about my dad, or my mom, cause they ain't so friendly to me. I'm not allowed to tell anyone, though, or they'll hurt me more and I'll be grounded longer. "Hey um, Karen is here right?" He nods, and I smile, "I wanna give her these." I gesture to my shoes, and his eyes widen. "Those are your favorite ones....are you sure?"