Gardening & Gender Mishaps

1: Late night blues

YOOO NEW AUGUST_RAINS FANFIC???

Okay, this will have the ship cactiflower in it. (Kel x Basil)

Basil is trans ftm and Kel is cis.

KEL IS 15, BASIL IS 14, ABSOLUTELY DO 𝐍𝐎𝐓 DO WHAT THEY DID AT THEIR AGE!!!

TW: FOR SEXUAL TOPICS/PANIC

(This whole story definitely isn't a vent lmao)
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>BASIL POV<

I pull the covers up to my face, ready for sleep to overtake my consciousness.

Randomly, a certain memory plays through my head, even though it's been about two months since the event.

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"Wanna? I won't do what your not comfortable with."

"I... l-let's." I hesitantly agree, even though I trust him with my life.

This is my first time doing any of this.

"Okay." He lays down on the bed, boxers down.

I peer over the bed, poking his dick in awe.

"You can touch it." He reassures me, not wanting me to feel like I'm violating him in any way.

"What now?" I ask, absolutely clueless.

He chuckles slightly, "Climb on top of me, I'll show you."

I nod, following his words.

I am now on my hands and knees, on top of him.

"Go for it."

I shiver, not exactly knowing if this is what I wanna do.

But I do it anyways, opening my lips and shoving it in my mouth.

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My face immediately flushes, thinking of the sounds he made that day.

I cover my head with my blankets, when I notice something strange.

I hadn't really thought about my weight in a while, especially since I've been in recovery.

But I can't help but stare when my stomach is a little bit more bulged then normal.

The thing is, I've been sick all week, and I've barely eaten anything.

I blamed the stomach pains, vomiting, and sickness on my grandma and Polly, who both had the flu. I got the worst of it, especially when it just wouldn't go away.

I didn't think much of it at first, well, until now.

Suddenly, I feel myself two months ago, in his bathroom, pants down to my ankles.

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I sit down in front of the toilet, hands on the rim.

I had just thrown up inside it.

I groan, feeling my stomach throb.

I stare down at my scarred legs, and my exposed body.

"..." I take my hand, still covered in his gunk, and...

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"FUCK!!" I whisper shout, sitting up.

"fuckfuckfuckfuck!!!" I mutter, feeling my chest start to tighten up.

It does this when I'm about to have a panic attack.

I state at my stomach once more, and how it's slightly more defined then usual.

"..." Then I look at my hands.

It can't possibly happen... right?

I grab my phone by my bed stand, opening it and promptly researching:

"𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧?"

Embarrassed, I look away, but then glance back when it finishes loading.

"𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐲...
𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧."

My eyes widen.

Shit.

   I research something else.

   And again.

   And more.

   Until it's already 2 am.

   Anxiety starting to rise in my lungs, my body acts before my brain can.

   "Polly?" I go to the living room to see her on a computer, typing away like she doesn't have a care in the world.

   "What's up, Basil?"

   "... can you come to my room?" I whimper, biting down my lip, trying not to cry.

   We awkwardly walk to my room, and she sits down in the chair across from me.

   "What's the matter? Is something wrong?" She seems genuinely worried.

   "..." I stare at my fingers, twiddling them, "uhm... this is gonna be really weird... but..."

   I explain it to her, stuttering over my words.

   Her eyes narrow.

   "Why did you do that?" She's taking about what I did in the bathroom.

   "I... I don't know!! I was just... I dont know..." I don't give her much of an answer to go off of.

   "It's just that..." God. I hated talking about my feminine parts.

   I explain to her more symptoms, more... personal ones that irk me.

   She sighs, "Alright. I'll get you an at home test."

   "Really?? Thank you!" I flash a weak smile.

   "No problem, kiddo... but what did we learn?"

   It's my turn to sigh, "Not to have sex at fourteen?"

   She facepalms.

   "Sure." Her sarcastic tone lightens up the tense mood. She stands up, walking over to me.

She ruffles my hair slightly, noticing that my skin was paler than usual.

"You gonna be okay?"

I think on that for a while.

What if I am actually pregnant? What if it's an std?? What if I have cancer??? What if-

No. I could 'what if' myself to death, and it still wouldn't be worth it.

I shoo off any remaining thoughts, smiling once more.

"Yeah, I'll be fine."

How I wished that was the case.

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A/n: did I stoop so low that I made an mpreg? Probably. Basil is simply ✨me✨