𝕯𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖕 𝕭𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌 | 𝓢𝓽𝓸𝔃𝓲𝓮𝓻

Chapter 4: Help!

Song: Help!- The Beatles

(A/N) If There's Something Triggering In Any Part Of What I Write That I Haven't Mentioned In The Warnings Please Let Me Know. Hope You Enjoy. 

Warnings: Self harm, Abuse And Swearing. 

Stan entered his house after his date with Richie looking absolutely smitten. He wandered into the kitchen to grab himself a glass of water when he heard a cough from behind him.

"Shit." Stan muttered as he remembered what he was wearing.

"Stan? What is... this?" His mother said gesturing to his outfit.

"I- uh it's nothing. I'm sorry, I'll go change." Stan said with his head down.

"Stan. Please stay. I wanna know. Don't worry your father isn't home so nothing bad will happen for now. I promise I'm not mad." Andrea said with a soft smile.

Stan just nodded.

Andrea led Stan over to the kitchen table before taking a seat.

"So.. tell me about all this." She smiled.

"Well.. as you can probably guess I uh... I think it's called cross dressing." Stan muttered looking down.

"No matter what your father says it's perfectly fine okay Stan? You are you and nobody can change that. Even if they think it's wrong." His mother spoke.

"Thanks... "
"So who's the lucky guy? Is it Bill? You guys always seemed pretty close." Andrea asked.

"Actually it's Richie. Wait how did you know I went on a date?"

"Well why else would you have snuck out late, not returned until even later, look this good and plus Ben came by to see if you had left for your date. Don't blame him for saying you went on a date, he didn't mean to say it." She giggled.

"How did Ben even kn- oh Bev.." Stan sighed and made a mental note to pay Bev a quick visit.

"You know I'll always love you right Stan? You're my son, it doesn't matter who you love or how you dress, you'll always be my son." She smiled.

"What if I'm not a- never mind. I'm gonna go get changed before father gets home."
"Okay Stan. Also feel free to take some of my clothes and makeup on the way to your room if you want." Andrea said, moving to go to the living room.

"Thank you." Stan said as he disappeared towards the stairs.

As he reached the top he heard a faint crash coming from his room. He ignored it and headed for his parents bedroom.

He picked out a few different outfits from his Mother's section of the closet as well as a few things to do his makeup before heading to his room.

He opened the door and almost dropped everything as Richie was standing on the direct opposite side of the door.

"Shit Rich, you almost gave me a heart attack." Stan said as he pushed past Richie to put his new possessions away.

"Sorry." Richie apologized.

"Why are you here anyway?" Stan asked.

Richie shrugged. "Dunno, got bored then next thing I knew I was climbing through your window."
"Okay...?"

"Need any help with that?" Richie asked as he gestured to the pile of clothing and makeup in Stan's arms.

"Nah I'm-" Stan started as almost half of the pile fell. "All good..." He muttered.