Kyle's POV:

Cartman said it again today. He said that I have sand in my vagina... I know that he's only joking, but sometimes I wonder if he actually knows. If he has figured it out. If he has realized how wrong I am. How disgusting I am. And if he does know, do the others know too? Did he tell them? That I'm not really one of them...

I'm not actually a real boy. I'm transgender. I was born as a girl, my birth name is actually Kylie. For as long as I can remember I've never even once felt like a girl. My parents decided to let me transition to being a boy when they noticed how uncomfortable I was, already at age 2. At first it was only small changes, like letting me wear pants instead of skirts or dresses and making me dress more like a boy in general. Within half a year they adapted to it completely and started calling me Kyle instead. They started referring to me as a boy. I don't remember a thing from the time when I was identified as a girl. To me I've always been Kyle. I'm the little girl pretending to be a boy. I'm stuck in an unwanted body.

The only people who know are my parents. Everyone else believes I'm a real boy as of now.

Whenever Cartman asks if I have sand in my vagina it's like a punch in the face. It's a reminder of how sick and wrong I actually am.

I stand in front of the mirror and I just look at myself. I'm completely naked and bare, and I can see everything that I hate and wish to change. Sometimes I just stand here and stare at my disgusting and wrong body, as if that would make it go away. It never does.

I can hear a knock on the front door from downstairs. A little while later I hear my mother yelling.

"Kyle! Your little friends are here!"

"I'll be there in a second!" I yell back and quickly get dressed again before running down the stairs. Cartman, Stan and Kenny are already sitting on the couch in the living room when I get there.

"What took you so long?! Were you finally trying to get that sand out of your vagina?" Cartman asks and then laughs. I just stare at him for a few moments. Today is not a good day for this. All my emotions start to bubble up and the thought of how horrible I am gets too much. I just stand in the middle of the floor, being speechless, for a few seconds as I feel my eyes starting to water and tears fall down my face.

"Kyle?" Stan says with a worried voice which snaps me back to reality. I wipe my eyes with my shirt sleeve.

"I don't have any sand in my vagina, Cartman." I tell him while looking straight into his eyes before I turn around and run upstairs. I run into my room and lock the door behind me. As soon as the lock clicks I slump down on the floor and lay in a fetal position while continuing my sobbing. I hear the guys walking up the stairs. Soon after I stop hearing the footsteps there's a knock on my door.

"Kyle?! Are you alright?" I can hear the worry in Stan's voice as he talk.

"Geez... You don't have to get so offended cause I was joking... Stupid Jew..." I hear Cartman mumble. That's when my temper can't last any longer. I pick myself up, wipe my face off and then slam the door open. The three of them stands there outside my door looking completely dumbfounded... I open my mouth and...

"CARTMAN YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT! YOU DON'T REALIZE HOW MUCH THAT HURT ME, FATASS!" He looks at me with surprise in his eyes.

"I don't understand why though... All I said was that you have sand in your vagina..." He answers.

"Do you wanna know why? Do you really wanna know why?" The three of them nod, almost in synch. "Fine then... This is a secret so don't ever let anyone know..." I say and step aside to let them into my room. They all silently walk over to my bed and sit down on it. I close the bedroom door and take a deep breath. In one swift motion I remove my shirt. My green hat falls off my head at the same time. The three boys look at me as if I'm crazy.

"Kyle? Why are you stripping?" Kenny asks with a confused look in his eyes, his orange hood muffling his speaking.

"You'll notice in a few seconds..." I tell him while unbuttoning my pants. I turn around so they can't see my front when I take the pants off.

"I'm not like you..." Is all I say before I turn back around, completely naked and exposed in front of them. They look at me, all of them seeming incredibly dumbfounded. Stan just stares, with a faint blush on his cheeks for some reason, Kenny seems completely out of it and doesn't even notice when his hood falls off his head, and Cartman's expression is weird, just plain weird.

I feel so ashamed and I am gross, which they probably think I am too, so I turn around and fumble after my clothes. The silence is broken by Cartman saying something really stupid.

"There's no sand in it for real right?" He says. "OUCH! THAT HURT KENNY!" I then hear him yell.

I turn around in confusion and see Kenny towering over Cartman with a mad look in his eyes. Cartman is clutching his stomach. Kenny hit him?

"You can't just say something like that! It's really offensive!" Kenny tells Cartman. There's a faint smile on my lips. Kenny still has my back. Kenny doesn't hate me. It's strange hearing his voice not being muffled, but it's even stranger hearing him being this furious.

"Don't tell anyone about this..." I say as I pull my jacket back on.

"Of course not." Kenny answers with a small supportive smile, before glaring at Cartman.

"God... I hate you Kenny..." Cartman says before getting up and starting to leave.

"Don't worry Kyle. I won't tell anyone about this... IF YOU SUCK MY BALLS!" He then starts laughing. He earns another punch in his fat stomach from Kenny and then he escapes the room. Cartman probably won't tell anyone though... I have a feeling Kenny wouldn't be very nice to him if he did say something... I realize that Stan has been sitting there staring at me quietly this entire time.

"Stan?" I carefully ask, looking at him while he just stares out into the empty air. A blush is still tainting his cheeks. When he hears my voice he blinks a few times and looks up at me.

"Yeah?" He asks.

"I'm sorry... I-I... Uhm... Sorry for not telling you sooner." Stan smiles at me, in a not so convincing way, before speaking.

"It's alright. You're still the same Kyle after all." He tells me.

"Yeah!" Kenny agrees, now pulling his hood back up over his head. "Nothing really changes just cause you're transgender. You're still our friend!" He says cheerfully.

"Thank you so much guys, I answer, feeling overwhelmingly happy. They don't hate me, they don't think I'm disgusting. I'm just Kyle. Trans or not, I'm just Kyle to them.

Stan's POV:

Kyle is a girl... No. Kyle isn't a girl. Kyle is biologically female, but not really a girl. Kyle is Kyle. My head is spinning. I can't make sense of what's going on around me at all. I just stare out into the empty air. It's weird. All I

can think of is how beautiful Kyle is.

It was really unexpected. Kyle doesn't look like a girl at all. Not even his body... Well... Except for THAT part... Moving on... I guess it'll change when puberty hits. It makes me sad. Kyle is probably already struggling a lot, desperately wanting to just be a regular guy. But in the future it'll be worse. I'll try my best, I'll support him and stay by his side. Kyle is Kyle. He's still just Kyle. The same person. He's still the same guy that I like.

I know that I'm with Wendy already, and I like her, I really do, but it's not the same way as it is with Kyle. It's not really going anywhere with Wendy. It's not that there's anything wrong with her, I just don't love her that much. In the beginning I was so in love with her that it was ridiculous, but that faded pretty fast and it ended up like this. I should break it off with her but I feel like I can't. I don't want to hurt her. But there's something about Kyle that makes my heart flutter. His smile lights up my day... It's really cheesy, I know... I'm being stupid. There's no way. Ever. I fell in love with my super best friend. A pretty retarded thing to do. It's disgusting even. Kyle would never look at me in that way, would he? But I still need to tell him soon. I feel like this secret is suffocating me and I really need to get it off my chest.

Cartman's POV:

So Kyle is actually a chick. HA! Hilarious! It was shitty enough that he's a Jew but, a girl too? HA! She really needs to get the sand out of there though...

And oh my god... I hate Kenny so much! Doesn't let me tease the little Jewish bitch. Why don't they ever let me have fun?! Well... Those idiots can go suck my balls for all I care.

Screw you guys I'm going home.

Kenny's POV:

It was strange. Seeing Kyle like that. Seeing Kyle standing there, being so desperate and sad. I just wanted to reach out and hug him. Tell him that it's okay. That it's alright. That I'm there for him and that he's still the same to me. I want to hug him close and never let him go. But I can't really do that.

He'd think I'm being really gay and then he'd get grossed out and hate me. It's not that I'm gay. I don't think I am... I'm only gay for Kyle. But I'll keep quiet about it. For the good of our friendship. And cause I don't really deserve love anyway. I'm just the poor, loser kid that no one really likes after all. Kyle is just too beautiful for me.