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Warning!: This touches on gender transition and questioning, sexuality exploration, and family dysphoria. Be warned doods.

Song: Sorry Not Sorry - Demi Lovato

Payback is a bad bitch

The wig was completely crooked and it took a total of eight minutes to properly readjust it so it sat neatly and evenly on her head. Once proper seated on her crown, she patted tapped her head as if to sedate the offending article and fanned her fingers through her hand just enough times to compliment the messy wavy look she was going for. Just satisfied enough with her weave to leave alone (for the next hour or so), she wrapped her head in a rosie wrap and stood up off the porcelain counter.

And baby, I'm the baddest

There was an overwhelming sense of satisfaction out of how delicious she felt. She fashioned an elongated denim button down which was currently open to reveal her velvet red crop top and the bottom of her torso. Her jeans wore banana yellow skinny jeans that hugged her thighs just tightly enough they practically screamed "thicc". Everything wrapped nicely with the sound her gentle cherry flats, complimenting her headband.

Now I'm here looking for revenge / feeling like a ten the best I've ever been

Her grin was unnatural, flashing more her canines in a near vicious tribute to her look. She stuck out her tongue wondering if she could possibly sport that better than Miley Cyrus. She giggled at her attempts flick her tongue around as if she was Miley. Then there was a sly sense of realization. She wasn't finished.

And yeah, I know how bad it must hurt / To see me like this, but it gets worse

She searched through the cabinets for her mother's make-up. Or maybe her sister's. Whichever of the two wasn't Sephora. She found just the bag she was hunting for and attempted for something simple. She spent just about 10 minutes make sure her smokey cat eye attempt wasn't in vain. Chipper with her results she gently assembled all the makeup back in the bag and gently placed the the bag in the cabinet cupboard making it seemed as if it never escaped.

Last thing she needed was her sister (or mother?) to realize their stuff was touched. Not that they would suspect her, though it would difficult to begin to tell if it was ever moved. She was just paranoid. Sighing she dusted her hands on her jeans as if to get rid of any incriminating evidence of the bag, though her face was enough.

And she looked even more fucking amazing. She batted her eyes at herself and fell in love with her own reflection, laughing at her own growing ego to witness this side of beauty. To really see that she was capable of pulling this off. She grabbed the denim collar and hid her grin behind it, still seeing it in her eyes.

Now you're out here looking like regret / Ain't too proud to beg, second chance you'll never get

Her phone started buzzing, probably her best friend. She wasn't going to let him kill her four in the morning ritual with his half assed apologize and weird morning guilt. She scoffed pulling the phone into her back pocket, putting it on vibrate. She winked at her reflection once more before carefully sneaking down the hall into her room to grab her bag. She fanned her hair out again and practically bursted out in giggles at her own sex appeal. She was doing this, she was going to make it, and dammit, she looked fucking fantastic as it. It felt right, everything about her being felt warm from her childish grin to her excitly tapping toes. She couldn't stop herself for her own overwhelming joy, everything in the moment was perfect. She was passing.

Now payback is a bad bitch / And baby, I'm the baddest

You fuckin' with a savage / Can't have this, can't have this (ah)

And it'd be nice of me to take it easy on ya, but nah

She adjusted her hair once more, debating on whether or not she wanted to put it up not that she didn't enjoy it slipping past her shoulders. She took her phone back out and checked the time, it was already 4:22 and she had to be out of there ten minutes ago if she wanted to make it out of the house safely. She huffed and grabbed some hair ties to pick up the rest of her routine at work. She hummed happily to herself as she made it softly down the stairs and practically squealed grabbing her winter coat and making her way out the door.

She almost didn't notice him sitting on the couch watching, why would she? This was her moment. This was her fucking moment goddamnit and now,

"Stan?"

She was going to cry.

Baby, I'm sorry (I'm not sorry)

A/N: So this was going to go in completely different direction! I was gonna make a one-shot Kyle and Stan based related to this topic and more directly related to the song at hand (if people are down to see that let me know). But like, my mind went poof in this direction because like, Trans!/Genderflux!/Androgynous!Stan is my shit and I wanted to dabble with this myself. Expect more within this series, they'll be longer than this I promise.

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AA/N: Also hi! I completely (not really) new to (I published elsewhere when I was like 12 but that doesn't count). Feel free to pm ideas, thoughts, theories, any cool shit and let me know if you like my work. Well no one likes a long A/N so, see ya soon.

- Eden