(Based on an AO3 fanfic I found screenshotted on Twitter, this screenshot in particular:
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The fanfic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51605041/chapters/130439281?view_adult=true
I have to upload this here because AO3 isn't working lmao)
Stan couldn't believe Cartman had been right, because he was never right.
Okay, on a very rare occasion and usually only because they just live in a town where anything can happen or because he wanted to spite Kyle that badly? Sure.
But being right about a universe where he and everyone else have been replaced by diverse women? No way.
And sure enough, Stan found himself looking at the diverse versions of himself and his friends.
"See!? Here's more proof of what I've been saying! That's you, Stan, from the alternate universe where we're all a bunch of little white boys!" Diverse Cartman exclaimed when she saw him.
"Come on Cartman, no one believes you. Just admit you stayed home all day playing Balders Gate 3," Diverse Stan replied.
"I don't know, he does kinda look like you," Diverse Kenny said.
'What the hell' was the only thought in Stan's head, looking at each one of them, especially the other version of himself.
And then...
Diverse Kyle kneeled down to get a better look at him. "Yeah, he's like that other little white boy that looked like Cartman. He's an exact replica of Stan if she was white and male."
"No way..."
"What's up with you?" she asked him.
"Your hair..." Stan reached a hand out to the braid, before Diverse Kyle slapped it away.
"Hey, don't touch it. Fucking white boys thinking they can do whatever they want," she muttered as she stood and walked away.
"I told you I wasn't lying, Kyle! You're gonna be next, I'm telling you!" Diverse Cartman said as she ran off after her.
Diverse Kenny rolled her eyes and said something about Tammy Mullen before leaving too.
Diverse Stan just looked down at Stan and asked, "Does your dad have a weed farm too?"
"...it fucking sucks, doesn't it?"
"Dude, of fucking course."
...
At the other end of the school, Butters was talking with the Diverse version of himself.
"And lately I don't really feel like a boy, I think I'd rather...well, I'd rather be a girl. Like you," he admitted.
"Aw, you can be anything you wanna be! And if you wanna be a girl, you can!" Diverse Butters said.
