Story time #7
So today I was running home
And I fell and cut my thigh, but somehow it didn't rip my pants
So I had blood running down my leg
And some boy walks up to me.
Boy: What's wrong with you?
Me: I got my period. I don't have a tampon. God, this is so embarrassing.
Boy: But... You're... You're a boy.. Right?
Me: Yea...
Boy: But. Boys don't get periods... Do they?
Me: Actually, they do. You'll get it around Freshman year.
Boy: That means I only have another year to go.
Me: Oo. It's gonna hurt, trust me. Better get used to wearing tampons.
Boy: Okay...
Me: Here, let's go to the store. I'll buy you some so you can start to practice.
Boy: Thanks, sir. That's really nice of you.
*At the store*
Cashier: That's nice of you to buy these. Most guys would be ashamed.
Boy: I'm more worried than I am ashamed...
Cashier: Why are you worried, sonny?
Boy: I'll be getting mine next year.
Cashier: But. Aren't you a boy?
Boy: Yes sir. When did you get yours?
Cashier: I didn't get mine...
Me: You're one of those rare ones that don't get it. I am so jealous.
Cashier: Wait... Is that why I couldn't produce children..?
Me: Yes, yes it is.
Then I gave him the money and walked out.
Yep.
I bought tampons for a boy just because of yolo.
I really need a hobby.