Amy had enough. It was only the third time she had her period, but the cramps and the blood drove her insane.

She didn't want to be a girl anymore, and she knew just what to do.

Her father had a butt-hook to gut deer. The handle was longer than needed for that, but just right for her.

Period lubricated, pushing it in felt actually quite nice. Drilling it into her cervix, less so.

Amy closed her eyes, hooked the handle on the frame, then jumped off the bunk bed.

Dangling between her legs, the bloody thing looked so small.