I thought his hair was just fluffy, but looking at it up close I can see that it's just a bunch of loose curls. His hair looks like it would be soft. I'm kind of jealous of how thick it is.
"You like my hair?" He catches me off guard with that question.
"Oh, yeah..."
"Sorry, I just noticed you were looking at it. Wanna feel it?" He tilts his head towards me.
"Can I?"
"Go ahead!"
I reach my hand into his hair. It's really soft. Softer than I thought possible. What kind of conditioner does this guy use?
"I've always had soft hair, genetics I guess."
I laugh. "Luck genetics! I got the worst possible ones."
"Like what?"
"Oh, you don't wanna know." I say, not wanting to out myself to someone I barely know.
Right as I'm about to remove my hand I see an all too familiar shade of bright orange out of the corner of my eye.
What are the odds? He never used to volunteer for stuff like this.
Kenny makes eye contact with me as he enters the room. After two seconds of shock I pull my hands away from Bradley's head.
Kenny doesn't approach me. He turns and finds a different group of people to talk to.
Like we are perfect strangers.
My heart sinks and I feel a rush of cold. A pain I had been suppressing for two months.
I guess it really is over for us.
"Marjorine? Are you okay?"
I flinch. "Oh! Yeah, sorry I just zoned out there for a second."
"Ah, yeah I get that sometimes. I have a problem with disassociation."
The group is all called together. One counselor leading the group tells us the basics of what this program is about. General information about events, policies, and other small details of how the program started. He has us pair up in groups of two to brainstorm ideas for events.
Bradley is quick to ask me to join him.
Kenny pairs up with a tall blonde girl. I don't like how sick that made me feel. She has long, flowing hair and a red vest jacket that showed all of her curves perfectly. Curves I don't have.
"So, what are you thinking?" Bradley asks.
"Nothing!" I half shout.
"What? Hey, I'm asking about ideas for the fundraisers..."
"Oh, sorry..."
"Marj, are you doing okay?"
"Marj?"
"It's a nickname, do you like it? I can just call you Marjorine if you'd prefer..."
"No! I like it! Marj sounds perfect. And yeah, I'm okay, just got lost in thought. Do you have ideas?"
"I was thinking, a gingerbread building competition! 5 dollar entry, winner gets a small prize, you know, the fun stuff."
"That's actually a really good idea! I would 100% sign up for that!"
"Let's put it down then!"
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Bunny - Kenjorine - Transition
FanfictionButters Stotch has been bullied his whole life. One day one of his bullies, Eric Cartman, makes him dress up as a girl to seduce a boy named Kenny McCormick. Butter had been questioning gender identity so this was a golden opportunity. As Marjorine...
