South Park Smut And Such

(Trans)Kyle x Stan: I Love You

(This story is not about the stick of truth despite the image above, I just thought it was cute.)

(Kyle used to be a girl but has fully transitioned into a man.)

(Vocabulary: Metoidioplasty- takes your existing genital tissue and makes it longer, turning it into a defined phallus. This needs only one surgery Top surgery- removal of breasts)

(I apologize if this is bad or cringy, I've never written any trans fanfictions this way.)

(Possible TW: Cussing, body scars)
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The air had a normal coolness to it, the wind hitting my face. I felt my curls blowing hard, and knew that the hour I had spent gelling it was for nothing. We were on our way to Stark's Pond, Kenny, Cartman, and Stan. It had become our hangout back in high-school, though I was a girl then.

We were almost there now, the trail finally coming to a stop at the horizon. Stan insisted we be out here and stay until midnight, because it would then be the anniversary of three years that I had fully transitioned and gotten my metoidioplasty. He dragged us out here every year since. Ever since I had turned twelve, I had worked tirelessly and saved up all of my money. Though I didn't tell anyone what it was for until turned fourteen.

Luckily my parents supported me, and even pitched in a little. I was twenty when I finally had enough for top surgery as well, and now here I am; a man. Cartman ripped on me pretty hard in the beginning, which wasn't surprising, but eventually Stan kicked his ass...pretty badly too. Stan was there for me from the beginning, he knew before I had even told him. That's what I like about Stan, he gets me.

"Ughhhh, finally!" Eric's whine broke me from my thoughts, and I plop down on the bench. The old one had been replaced after it fell apart, and this one now had enough space for all of us to sit. Our breath was visible, though Kenny's the most because he was also smoking a blunt. I didn't watch as he passed it to Cartman, and instead gazed at the water that was frozen over.

I always adored this place in the winter, though it was winter all of the time. Always cold, always snowing, it never ended. But it never bothered me any either. The two potheads began a conversation, and I felt fingers interlace with mine. I glared at Stan from the corner of my eye, but he simply smiled. Stan and I are...complicated. Knowing that, we try not to do anything too public, or around other people. Especially around the homophobic fatass.

But he didn't seem to notice, and so I allowed it. There was another tradition that seemed to occur on my transition anniversary, and that was sex with Stan. I had considered asking him out multiple times after the first time, but always ended up chickening out, unfortunately. But this time I promised myself. The sky is dark now, stars peeking down at us, glimmering off of our eyes. I held Stan's had a little tighter as he watched his watch turn 12.

The others looked at me, Kenny smiling, and Cartman mumbling a congrats. I smile in return, giving you a thank you. My voice had gotten deeper with practice, my vocal cords now trained perfectly. I adored my voice. "Thanks for coming, guys." After an hour, we all began out decent home, Kenny and Cartman splitting off to their shared apartment with Butters.

Stan and I didn't live together, I still live with my parents while I save up for a good apartment. But he guided me to his place, his family home that he had inherited since his parents still lived on the farm. Shelly moved out of state with Kevin, Kenny's brother. They have a baby on the way, so I've heard. "We don't have to...y'know. We can just hang out if you want." I catch his awkward smile, illuminated only by the moonlight.