Kyle Broflovski, a 13 year old trans male, was a very late bloomer. So when he gets his period he knows just what to do.
Thanks to @_Tw33k_tweak_ for requesting I rewrite this.
I wake up, tired from the day before, yesterday I got hit by a sharp rock Clyde threw while walking to the bus stop. I sat up, my bones cracking as I stretched. I yawned and sat up, feeling a slightly warm feeling, like if I spilt hot water on my lap, I stood up and looked the blood stain up and down. "WHAT THE FUCK." I blurted, utterly confused. I bent over to open the drawer in the bedside table, pulling out a pad and a heat pad for a cramp that had decided to show up at the worst time. I set them both atop the bedside table, walking over to my closet and grabbing a skort and a top, something normal for me to wear when no one else was around. I sigh, grabbing a pair of "panties" as well. As I slip off my clothes I begin to hum, a tune by Wilbur Soot, a famous YouTuber and Twitch streamer. I once I was done a walked over to the bedside table and grabbed the pad, walking to the bathroom at the end of the hall. I sat down, putting on the pad and groaning in anger, my head in my hands. (Btw, this is his outfit:)
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I stand up, walking out of the bathroom and back to my room. I check the time, 6:10. 40 minutes to get ready. I gather up my, now bloody sheets and put them in the hamper in the corner of my room. I grab some new sheets, a lavender color, and put them on the mattress. I smile at my work and decide that today I'm gonna express my feminine side by staying in my current outfit. Once I finish getting my bed ready I check the time, 6:30. 10 more minutes. I walk downstairs and smile at my mother, "Morning mom." She smiles back at me. "Morning bubby, you want some toast?" I nod and grin. Ike runs downstairs screaming, "ITS 6:35!!!! KYLE!!! YOU GOTTA GO SOON!!!!" I frown. "I KNOW! SHUT UP!" I take the toast and take a bite, finishing in about a minute. I run to the door and slip on some white, high heeled boots (The boots:)
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I run out the door, almost tripping in the high heeled boots. "FUCKKKK!!!" I actually tripped this time and hit the hard concrete of the sidewalk. Annoyingly I got a bloody nose. It's fine though. I continue walking to the bus stop. When I arrive there Stan is there, talking with Kenny. And Cartman is screaming at them. "Hey Stan, Kenny!" Stan and Kenny turn around. "HI KYLE- what the fuck are you wearing dude?" Stan stares at me, utterly confused. "Uhhh... I think it's called a "preppy" outfit? Ike wanted me to try it out for some reason and I couldn't change before I had to go." I lied, looking at the ground in embarrassment. "Don't be embarrassed Kylee. I think it's hot." Kenny grinned, wiggling his eyebrows at me. I flush. "Shut it Kenny! Also! My name is Kyle! Not Kylee!"
