Flamingo'd: Filthy Frankx Reader

Chapter Fourty Six Physic Pond

You hit the ground running. Literally, you start furiously moving your legs mid air and the lack of physics in this story does the rest. You run in a familiar direction, hating the bouncing feeling of your boobs, like you had a necklace of water ballroom condoms, but eventually, you ended up back in the park, by the pond, of which you threw yourself into. Ducks flew away, startled to have their rape session interrupted by a blue pleaded person having some sort of panic attack. You kind of want to drown... But seeing as how this water is like a half meter deep, it'd take a lot more effort than you were willing to put in. So you sort just lay there floating, eventually the ducks return, one of them sit of you, chilling on your stomach. You try to comprehend what has happened.

     Ok so along with being changed back into a girl(you were going to miss your dick), Frank had returned to his "normal" self, from what you knew, seemed like a normal, somewhat quirky guy. God, how would he ever go for a person like you? Tears been to well up in your eyes at the thought of breaking up with Frank, but this guy wasn't Frank! He looked like Frank, technically WAS Frank. Looked better than Frank if anything. God he was so unimaginably attractive, you felt your face heat up thinking about his face when he saw that was insi-

        OH GOD ARE YOU STILL A VIRGIN?

    Well you definitely lost your butt virginity, no question there. But as for your slab of roast beef, yes, he was basically balls deep there, but neither of you came, or even moved in there for that matter, not that much emotion around it, so did it really count? It seemed your hymen regrew, and of course it didn't tear, hymens aren't supposed to tear! You weren't one of those idiots who believed in 'popping cherries'. You knew that if something teared during sex, even if it is your first time, someone has done something horribly wrong! But did it even matter? You knew that virginity was just a made up bodily concept, but it didn't change the fact of how nervous you were.

   You had finally decided you would go back and talk to this guy. Jesus, his cock had been inside of you and you didn't even know his name! You'd go later, for now you just wanted to stay in this pond. You stayed floating there for what could've been a half hour, when suddenly you heard yelling, you looked up to see some police yelling at you to get the fuck out of the pond, you began to run out of there, shaking off the water of the other side of the pond, not wanting to get shot, when suddenly you heard ANOTHER familiar voice talking to the people on the bridge.

      "Hey you guys want a free physic reading? No? Come on man it's free!"

  You saw Hila filming Ethan who was in some really whacky get up.

      Hila saw you first smiling and waving, but a look of concern wash over her when she saw how soaking wet you were. She turned of the camera off, walked over to you, putting her jacket on you, Ethan saw this.

   "Dude the hell happened to you, you look like you jumped in the lake!"

  "Well I mean I sort of did but-"

"Hold on, why do you look different? Do you need anything, you look hungry and exhausted-" God these two sound like parents. You really didn't want to explain what had taken place, so you tell then you weren't wearing a chest binder.

    "Did Joji do something to you? He has been acting weird always acting like Frank, what's going on?"

"Joji?..." Suddenly it clicked, that was the guy's name it seemed, Joji.... Huh.

    "No! Joji didn't do anything, I just.. I just overreacted and did what I usually do, jump out of a window and such," you explain. They seem to understand, god these two were so wonderful.

  "Well, do you need us to get you a cab or something?" Hila asks.

"No! No, it's fine really, I can walk, thank you though, here's your jacket back Hila," you say, offering it back, she insists you just return next time you see each other, whenever that may be. You walk back to your apartment, mentally preparing yourself for whatever may be behind this door-

   You're met with the smell of breakfast.