Hidden Froggie Hearts

Chapter 17

As the night deepened and the laughter of her friends began to fade into the soothing sounds of the ocean, Megan felt a gentle tug of sleepiness wash over her. The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery glow over everything, and she knew it was time to say goodnight.

She waved goodbye to Kie as her friend splashed back into the ocean, her heart light with the warmth of the evening. "Goodnight, Kie! Have fun!" Megan called out, a smile on her face as she watched Kie dive beneath the waves.

Once Kie was safely back with the group, Megan decided it was time to slip away. She glanced around to ensure no one was watching, her heart racing with excitement and mischief. Transforming into her adorable frog form, she felt the familiar rush of energy as her tiny limbs sprouted, and in an instant, she was the cutest little frog, ready for her secret adventure.

With a soft hop, she landed on the sand, her tiny heart fluttering as she spotted John B, still laughing and playing with the others. He was so immersed in the fun that he didn't notice her approach.

Megan's tiny heart raced as she hopped closer to him, her little froggy legs carrying her swiftly until she made her way onto his shoulder. She settled there, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her, and glanced around to ensure no one was watching.

Then, unable to resist, she leaned in and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, followed by a soft peck on the side of his lips. The touch was electric, and even in her tiny form, she could feel the connection between them—intense and sweet.

Just as she pulled away, John B turned slightly, his expression softening as if he felt something. But before he could register what had just happened, she hopped down from his shoulder and made a swift escape back toward the safety of the beach and her home.

Megan giggled quietly to herself as she made her way back to her lilypad, the night air filled with the sounds of laughter behind her. She could hardly believe what she had just done. Sneaking kisses like a frog was both exhilarating and silly, but it felt right.

Once she reached her lilypad, she nestled into its soft, cool surface, letting out a contented sigh. The gentle lapping of the water against her lilypad was soothing, and she closed her eyes, her tiny froggy form perfectly cozy as sleep began to take over.

As she drifted off, she replayed the evening's moments in her mind—her laughter with friends, the warmth of John B's shoulder beside her, and the thrill of their unspoken connection. She couldn't help but smile, a soft croak escaping her lips as she fell into a peaceful sleep, dreaming of the adventures that awaited her and the special bond she felt with John B.

In her dreams, she imagined a world where she could be both Megan and her froggy self, embracing the magic of both identities and the excitement of love blooming in the most unexpected ways.