Butters

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(A/n: Ms. Rain here with the third chapter featuring Butters in Stan's body. Please enjoy)  

"Aww no, t-this can't be real can it?"

Butters looked around at the familiar yet foreign room. He vaguely remembered being in this room once, but it was way back in Elementary school. He glanced around at the naked dark blue walls of the room, he could've sworn posters used to be on them, or at least one.

He spots a desktop computer in the left corner of the room next to a flat screen t.v with a game console underneath, the nightstand next to the bed consisted of a lamp, a black cellphone, a picture frame, and an alarm clock. Stan also has a closet with a dresser next to it, but not too close to keep from opening the closet. Butters glimpsed at the time and gasped.

"Stanley get up!"

"S-Stanley?! What?!" Butters leaped out of bed and headed straight to Stan's bathroom, he looked into the mirror with wide sapphire eyes. His tuft of blonde hair was instead a full head of black hair. Butters felt like he could faint upon seeing...not his reflection. So has he become Stan for today or what? "Oh gosh, this isn't good. I need to get back into my body otherwise my parents will ground me."

"No wait I gotta be dreaming, let me see..." He pinched his left cheek, a bit too hard, then shouted an ouch with tears stinging his eyes. That really hurt. Seems like this was real. He rubbed his cheek while exiting the bathroom, might as well get ready for school- there was nothing he could really do about his changed appearance.

"Alright what does Stan wear again?" He walked over to said noirette's closet for some clothes, he picked out a plain blue shirt along with some blue jeans. He sauntered over to Stan's dresser while neatly folding the clothes in his arms for some socks and underwear...He blushed at the thought of looking through someone else's underwear draw.

He stood awkwardly in front of the dresser as he rubbed his knuckles together under the clothes in his arms. "Aww gosh, this'll make me feel like a pervert." He nervously opened the top draw, glad it kept socks in it. He took a pair then opened the second draw, consisting of Stan's boxers. He blushed again then quickly grabbed a pair. He rushed into the bathroom and started the shower.

Throughout him taking the shower, Butters' face remained red. And he thought going through someone's underwear drawer made him feel perverted.

He exited the bathroom three minutes later with an exhausted sigh, glad to be fully clothed again. Now he saw why Stan played football, the sport made his body well-toned and lean. "Stanley come on down for breakfast!"

"Okay I'm comin'!" Wait...he has his southern accent with Stan's voice? If he talked in Stan's voice with his accent, he would give away his identity, and Butters really did not want that. He tried talking without his accent, but...how can someone even do that? If a person was born with an accent, can they really talk without it?

Butters thought that it might take skill to do something like that. He liked his southern accent, without it he wouldn't be him. He sighed as he walked out of Stan's room, he'd better come up with a lie about this. Actually that's easier said than done, his parents always grounded him every time he told a lie, his lies were never good.

He spotted the Marsh's sat at the dining table, already eating their breakfast. " 'Bout damn time ya turd, I was about to eat all your food," Stan's older and mean sister Shelly said but she took a strip of bacon from his plate anyway then ate it.

"H-hey you're still eating it." Stan's family looked at him in confusion. Stan's dog Sparky growled at him upon his arrival. Butters began to panic, he had no idea Stan had a dog. Wait that's because he doesn't hang out with him like that anymore. Oh yeah...

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