The Period Horror Stories

Running

I squirmed in my chair. Ugh, this feels down right shitty. I felt, well like I was on my period. But that wasn't going to happen, it's still a week too early. Still, it felt uncomforatable, as I sat on the bleachers. I sighed, old ladies have it great. Their dusty old sags that are poor excuses for vaginas don't produce so much redness someone would think you're trying to summon Count Dracula. Oh yes, Dracula must LOVE oral.

My parts were starting to clench, was I really on it? This early? I resisted the urge to groan, after all this was going to be the first time the girls ran with the guys. I looked over at our gym couch, pondering over the idea of telling her how cruel mother nature is being to me. AKA, something WAY different from a penis is between my legs. BUT NOOOO. The slut had to stand RIGHT FRIGGIN NEXT TO THE GUY COUCH. On the DAY I get my period! BOO YOU WHORE.

I'm socially awkward I guess you might say, but c'mon who goes to a girl adult who is right FUCKING next to a guy adult who is definitely within earshot and say "I'm giving birth to a demon, and my vagina is trying to make me pee blood. Got a Spongebob Squarepants I can shove up my uterus?"

If you say you do, then good luck in life.

I REALLLY needed to inform SOMEONE of the situation right now, but I probably looked like a fish outta water failing to speak. And something IS rather fishy right now, if you catch my drift. I'm kidding. It's the stench.

The gym teacher called my name for the last race-game whatever, and I looked like I was doing the stanky leg on ice. But of course I wasn't on ice and something WAY different from my leg is STANKY. So I waddled over there like the fucking penguin I am and got into running position. The horn blasted as I tried to ignore the pain in my crotch. I wasn't so concerned about winning, mainly just not wetting my pants with something far worse than pee.

I felt an odd sensation when there was something wet running down my left thigh. It trickled downwards, going farther south. I refused to look, just shutting my eyes and running. Oh god please no! I looked down and saw I made a small,erm, puddle on the gym floor. I stopped, not wanting to spread it. OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT. SOMEONE PLEASE HELP DESTROY THE MONSTER MY UTERUS CREATED BEFORE IT ATTACKS THE VILLAGE. Wait no hat's what I'm supposed to say about my future child.

I boy wasn't looking, and he slips right into my puddle. His foot jerked upwards as he flips onto his back right into the blood, giving it a sickening SPLAT! "Eew, what is this stuff? EW EW EW EW EW!! It fucking SMELLS!" The boy said, some blood got onto his hand as he sniffed it. WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU SNIFF IT?!

I looked down at myself and my gym uniform, or at least the shorts, were now ALL red. Yeah, I don't think red is my colour?  It was still trickling down my leg, like the sadistic waterfall it is. The boy looked at me, and freaked out. He screamed and scrambled to get up, only to land right back in the puddle. Bruh, you're pratically BATHING in it! He squirmed around in it, rolling in it. Rtying desperately to get out, all the while making squish noises. He was crying now, and I was so embarrased and shocked I thought I might too.

He finally got out and screamed, "I'm GAY!" In front of everybody. "If you're gay too, tell me so I can look at my FUCKING options!" He screamed. One by one a good 80% of the boys who had joined us for this race raised their hands, staring at the puddle all the while. Their eyes were wide and they knew what has been seen cannot be unseen. 

The girls around me, either laughing their flat asses off or staring at me in pity. I didn't know what to do. Do I stay? I can't leave because then I'd make a trail....

The gym teachers were trying to calm all of the crying, scarred, petrified boys. Some went to the nurse, but a majority of them went to the guidance counsler. Does this mean I'm going to get sued for emotional damage? Oh yes I can see it now...

"What is it that happened now?" The judge would ask. 

"She bled from her vagina all over the gym floor, which caused this young man here to slip." An attorney would say.

"YOU MADE TIMMY A FAGGOT!" A mother would scream at me

Ahh yes, I can see me going to jail now for this. I opened my eyes. Oh, I was daydreaming about my trial and unknowingly closed my eyes. Who does that? Some of the kids were staring at me weirdly. Oh yes, blood is leaking out of me and I'm here meditating in this total chaos?

Go home Jimmy, you just said you were gay.

The janitor was called pretty soon since it was an emergency, and he was panting from running and said "I'm here!" 

"Last time you came this early you became a father," I grumbled. The male gym couch was forced to try to drag me by my arm, though he was trying his best to barely touch me, and led me to the desk. Sure enough, I left a trail long and obvious enough for Hansel and Gretel to follow. The gym teacher reached inside a drawer and pulled out the BIGGEST FUCKING TAMPON I'VE EVER SEEN. Seriously, it was like the size of a dildo. A women's extra large plus size dildo.

We were both awkward at this point, and I didn't feel the need to tell him this could never fit into my woman hole, so I just took it and went to the girl's bathroom, the janitor cleaning up my trail behind me the entire way.

And that's the story of why over half of the boys at my school are gay, and why every horny female at my school hates me.