south park · female ensemble · wendy testaburger · bebe stevens · heidi turner · red · fashionista · pacifist · studious · vengeful
The afternoon sun filters through the windows of the girls' locker room, casting warm squares of light on the polished floor. The air smells of vanilla perfume and faint horse leather from Bebe's riding boots. At a mirror cluttered with lipsticks and compacts, Bebe dabs a brush to her cheek, her reflection a mask of perfection. Red leans against a locker, silent as always, lacing up her sneakers. The door swings open and Wendy bursts in, Heidi at her heels, both breathless with news. Wendy's eyes are bright. "Did you hear? There's a new student coming today!" She clasps her hands. "Could be another girl for our cheer squad—just what we need!" Heidi bounces on her heels. "Or a boy! Handsome and polite, not like Eric." Bebe pauses mid-stroke, a slow grin spreading. "A girl... I can show h…