My best pal's period

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Lya Lenoir squirmed in her chair, chewing on the tip of a pen. She stared at the blank sheet of paper, understanding nothing of the test questions.

Over the events of the last few days, the girl did not have time to study for the exam, but she did not worry at all because, as usual, she had a plan.

"What was the name of Napoleon's wife?", Lya whispered, resting her head on her forearm like a bored schoolgirl. Nobody realized she was talking to her own vagina.

"The first one, or the second one?", a soft voice answered from between her legs. Lenoir still had a hard time getting used to the moving labia as Gabriel Gabin spoke, but there was nothing she could do about it. They were his lips now, "Try Marie Louise or Josephine."

"Oh, right. Thanks", Lya marked the correct answer, being grateful for her friend's help. Even though Gabin was a total jock when he still had his body, he also had a weak spot for the Great Revolution and the whole fuss around the Napoleonic Wars. Lenoir found it utterly boring, but appreciated the fact that at least she would not fail her history exam.

"Are we cheating again, Miss Lenoir?", rang the voice of the old raschel, Mrs. Baudelaire, over the girl's shoulder. The beldame's eyes saw the correct answers on the chart and immediately became suspicious.

"No, Mrs. B", Lya replied, clutching her thighs firmly to silence Gabriel.

Mrs. Baudelaire gritted her teeth and continued her journey along the pews. Lya still couldn't shake the feeling of being watched even though she could only see the old woman's back from here.

"Okay, next question...", Before Lenoir could read it to Gabin, excruciating pain tore through her abdomen. The girl grabbed her stomach and hissed.

"Lya... I'm not feeling too well", Gabriel made a sound as if he was vomiting. Lenoir felt the strange hot fluid run down her skirt, "I think that yesterday's corndog want to come out..."

"Shut up", Lya felt a panic rise in her as she saw brownish red drops beneath her chair. Lenoir got up and hurriedly went to the professor's desk. She put a incomplete work on it and was about to go to the exit when suddenly beldame's hand stopped her.

"You finished so quickly?", Mrs. Baudelaire held the girl with a strong grip, which only increased the growing tension and humiliation in Lya's mind, when the whole class turned their attention to the spectacle, "Show me your ears, my dear!"

"I said I wasn't cheating!", Lenoir pressed her lips and legs tight, hoping to survive the catastrophe. She pushed the hair back and turned the head several times. The old woman was still unconvinced, but she noticed growing irritation and anger in the girl's face, so she finally let go, "And now Mrs. B please forgive me, I have to go!"

Lya left the room with the door slamming. There was no end to the rumors and whispers when she was gone.

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"Fuckin' great", Lya sat down on the toilet seat, without thinking about potential germs. The pain turned to a burning sensation, but that still was not as bad as the fact that she was making more and more unwanted publicity, "Just fuckin' great!"

"What's wrong, Lya?", Gabriel asked, staring at the abyss of the inner toilet bowl.

"I wish you could see their faces, Gab", Lya grunted and Gabin spat out some blood, "They all think I'm involved in your disappearance."

"It's only been a couple of days. They may think I'm still hiding from the Sea", Gabriel tried to console his friend, suffering the same pain as she was. Another stream of dark red goo escaped from between his lips.

"It's been a week and a half now. The police think you're dead, and me and Sophia keep quiet so we don't end up in the nut house or worse", Lenoir reached into her purse, but another spasm knocked the tampon off her hand, "Hell, I've never had period pains like this. I also never bleed so much..."

"Maybe we should quit for today and go home?", Gabin suggested, speaking in the voice of a truly sick person, "I don't know if I can take more..."

"Relax, at least you don't have to use your feet and bear the ignominy", Lya felt for the opening between Gabin's lips and inserted an exposed tampon into it. It was more like stuffing a mouth with ice cream than pushing the first necessity into the vagina. The girl flinched in undisguised repugnance, "Okay, let's go."

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Gabriel was chewing on a tampon like on a baby pacifier, and Lya was glad she could not hear his voice at least for a moment. It gave her a substitute for normalcy.

The girl was walking down the street, trying not to think about what was happening below her waist. She ignored the burning sensation, itching, and even more so Gabin's working tongue. Lya closed her eyes, thinking that she was going to crack up, when she suddenly bumped into someone, knocking a pile of pages into the air.

"I'm terribly sorry...", Lenoir was helping to clean up the mess she caused when she suddenly saw a familiar chubby face, "Gabriel's mom?"

Mrs. Gabin, a corpulent distinguished woman, engaged herself in the search for her son, where the police failed. She distributed and hung up leaflets with photos, asked neighbors and closest friends for any clues, slowly falling into madness. She even closed her gynecology clinic to focus entirely on finding the firstborn.

"Lya? Godness, what happened to you, my child?", the woman was frightened by the girl's pale visage, "Do you need any help?"

"It's nothing, Mrs. Gabin", Lenoir was chilled to see the black and white images of her closest friend. Really everyone believed that he was dead, and the law enforcement officers, instead of looking for him, were probably trying to put the hand of justice on Searlus, "I have problems with >Aunt Irma<."

"My dear child, I have been guiding you since you started menstruating and you have never been in such a bad condition as you are now!", Gabriel's mother seized the fainting girl, "Come on, my clinic is not far away. I'll give you some medication and see what is happenin' downstairs."

"Please no..."

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The continual loss of blood made Lya slightly anemic. She managed to change her rags under the woman's pressure, but later became so exhausted that she was unable to protest when Mrs. Gabin placed her on the gynecological bed and opened her legs.

"I gave you some Velurox and Antihispac. You should recover in a few hours, but you need to eat a lot of sugar now to stay focus", Gabriel's mother blindly removed the tampon from under girl's robe and prepared the tools, "Now let's take a look under the hood, shall we?"

The woman started rubbing the entrance area with the moisturizing gel making Gabriel tickle. Bottom-buddy tried to suppress a giggle but wasn't that strong.

"Did you hear that?", Mrs. Gabin turned in the swivel chair, recognizing the familiar voice. She froze for a moment, wondering if she was losing her mind completely, when she finally decided to reveal Lya's intimate place.

"Hi, mom", Lenoir's vagina said, smiling with Gabriel's face features. The woman was petrified.

"I can explain it, ugh...", Lya began to speak as suddenly another convulsion shook her lower abdomen, interrupting her in mid-sentence. Tickling and menstrual cramps induced labor-like contractions, making the corndog that fired from Gabriel's mouth practically a unwanted child of both.

The leftover bounced off Mrs. Gabin's nose and landed on the metal bowl next to her. The woman became dizzy and fell to the floor completely ****.

"2:0 for us", Gabriel used the football term, looking up at his best pal from the position of her crotch. Despite the situation, he felt relieved to shed the solid ballast that had been bothering him for a some time.

"Did I just give birth to a corndog?!", Lenoir couldn't look away from the slimy piece of dainty.

"Most likely..."