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LATE BLOOMERS
Her thirteenth year was anxiety filled with Frisk waiting for the moment her monster friends would ruin everything she had worked up to. Her fourteenth year was even more chaotic since she had started her monthly, and her hormones were off the charts. This didn't help her when hanging out with Daisy at school, trying to pose as a boyfriend.
Flashback...
"Frisk, why are you crying over spilled milk? You're freaking me out," asked Daisy.
From across the table, Frank looked up.
"I'm crying because I spilled my milk! Why does that freak you out?! Does crying make me not man enough for you?" sobbed Frisk.
"I can't understand you," responded Daisy.
End flashback.
Because of all the hormonal stuff, Daisy broke it off with Frisk.
"I need a boy who's gonna not act like me when I'm on my period." That was what Daisy had said.
Frisk didn't care. She was only using Daisy to keep Frank away from her.
"He must think I'm a guy and will stay away from me. I hope," Frisk had thought.
Meanwhile at Frank's home...
He is cuddling with a body pillow that has Frisk's face on it.
"You're so manly, Frisk. What nice abs you have," mumbled Frank, caressing the pillow.
Frisk was surprised, along with everyone else, how in the span of a couple months, she went to having no breasts to having B cups.
"Guys?! How am I supposed to hide these?!" freaked out Frisk.
Toriel held up duct tape. Undyne held up a chainsaw. Alphys held up a strange chemical in a syringe. Papyrus held up a bowl of spaghetti, and Sans held up a frilly bra. The duct tape gave her an idea, so she demanded someone get her bindings. During her fifteenth year, her breasts grew a little more, still in the B range. It was getting a little harder to bind them.
School flashback...
Frisk was walking through the hallway, clutching her books near her aching chest, hunched over and sweating when she accidentally bumped into Frank in the hallway.
"Oh! U-um, Frisk. Uh here, let me get that for you. Hey. Are you okay, dude?" Frank asked, noticing how Frisk looked like she was about to pass out.
"N-never b-b-better," weakly said Frisk, holding up a thumbs up.
Now, it was May, and Frisk is sixteen years old. Her breasts stopped growing at a D cup, and so putting them in bindings is doing a number on her. She finally decided to go out with Sans, much to Frank's disappointment, and is having a great time with the skeleton.
"Frisk, you look like you're about to throw up. You've been looking this sick for years actually. Let me take you to the nurse's office," offered Frank at lunch time.
Frisk's face was pale, and she had let her hair grow out since the style for men these days were long hair in a ponytail. Frank thought Frisk was a feminine man.
"I'm f-f-f-fine," lied Frisk, gulping back bile.
As soon as the words got out, her eyes fluttered closed and she fell out of her chair. Scrambling out of his seat, Frank ran over to pick Frisk up, who was a little heavy, and took her to the nurse's office. He looked in the door window.
"Shoot. She's not in there. This is an emergency!" he grumbled.
Frank sat Frisk down gently against the wall and rammed against the door, breaking it open, and he carried Frisk in and laid her on a bed, gently. Her chest rose and fell slightly, showing that she was still breathing.
"Okay, I need to get this shirt off him," Frank said to himself, suddenly fantasizing about Frisk's abs.
He lifted Frisk up into a sitting position and took off the shirt.
"Huh? Bandages? Did something happen to Frisk?" thought Frank, scrunching his eyebrows together.
He went to undo the bindings until-
"What's going on here?"
Frank dropped his hands before he could reach the bindings and laughed nervously.
"My friend Frisk fainted at lunch, so I took him in here and got his shirt off since he was having a hard time breathing. He's still unconscious," explained Frank.
"What are those bandages for?" asked the nurse.
"Oh, I don't know. Could be injury or surgery," shrugged Frank.
"Well, let's find out. It could be the cause for him passing out," said the nurse, swiveling her chair over.
Frank watched over as the nurse undid the bindings, and carefully unwrapped them, making sure she doesn't accidentally hurt Frisk. Once the wrappings came undone, two large mounds bounced in front of their faces.
"Huh? B-but... my abs," thought Frank, who was now crying.
"Oh. Looks like Frisk is actually a girl. We should update her school records," chuckled the nurse.
Frisk then began taking in deep gulps of air and woke up.
"Frank? Nurse? What's going on? Why are you crying?" asked Frisk before feeling cold.
She looked down to see her chest exposed and she screamed.
"You pervert!" shouted Frisk.
"Me? You're the pervert for making me think you were a guy this whole time!" yelled Frank.
"I didn't know you were gay!"
"Everyone knows it!"
"Well not me!"
One of the floor tiles moved, and a Temmie slowly emerged from the ground.
"H0i! I-"
"SHUT UP, TEMMIE!" yelled Frisk, Frank, and the nurse in unison.
The Temmie, still smiling and vibrating, lowered back into the ground, putting the tile back over them.
Sighing, Frank pinched the bridge of his nose while Frisk pulled her shirt back on.
"You're gonna need to start wearing a bra, because hiding them is making you pass out. Stupid girl," scoffed Frank.
"Well you're a stupid boy for looking," shot back Frisk.
If Frisk was being honest with herself, she found herself attracted to Frank.
"Stop it. You're with Sans," she thought to herself.
Noticing that Frank was right, she sighed and agreed to wearing a bra, and basically revealing to the school that she's a girl. The rest of the school day, boys were ogling at her chest while girls stared at it in surprise, others in jealousy.
"It's not fair! You used to be so flat back in middle school, and now you're bigger than me," pouted Daisy.
Despite what happened, Frisk and Daisy became good friends.
"Heh, sorry. I wouldn't have grown any if it was up to me," apologized Frisk.
"Are you kidding? I'm excited you're a girl! That means I can do your makeup from now on, right?" asked Daisy.
"I don't want to wear makeup," replied Frisk.
"Awww. Why not?" asked Daisy, pouting.
Flashback...
Frisk's mother was rubbing red lipstick on Frisk's mouth while her father held her still.
"Stop your whining! When I was your age, your grandmother never let me wear any makeup. I'm doing you a favor, brat," growled her mom.
"I'm so glad she finally lets you wear makeup. I can't imagine a day without it on your face," added Frisk's father, smiling like an idiot.
"No! I don't wanna wear this! It attracts weirdos!" yelled Frisk.
End flashback.
"I have my reasons. Leave it at that," growled Frisk.
Nodding her head quickly, Daisy backed off. Frisk had a feeling more of that was to come.
The next day when Sans took Frisk out to the amusement park as a date to help her feel better as her birth gender when-
"Hey cutie patootie! Lookin good! Why don't you ditch that skeleton and date a real guy?" yelled out a tall, tan, buff hunk with wavy bleach blonde hair.
Frisk was highly upset. Sans was excited to have other guys hitting on her because it showed him how valuable she is.
"Hey Sans, let's go on that ride," pointed Frisk while she grabbed Sans' hand and pulled him over to the ride.
The lover boat ride. A classic.
"You know that a lot of mushy stuff can happen on rides like these, right?" asked Sans, waggling his brow bones seductively.
"Gross, Sans," chuckled Frisk.
She doesn't take him seriously when he says stuff like that, because he always is respectful and gives her her space. What really surprised her was the fact that when Sans reached eighteen, he had a magic growth spurt, and just had another one on his nineteenth birthday. Now, he was two inches taller than Frisk, who was five feet and seven inches tall. Even Sans' weight went down a bit, but he was still a fluffy teddy bear.
"So, how you doing with everyone knowing you're a girl?" asked Sans during the slow ride.
Frisk blew air out of her mouth which swayed the hair in front of her face. Everything about Frisk screamed gloomy yet the background in the ride sang with romance and joy.
"Is it really that bad? No one's dragged you in an alley way, right?" asked Sans seriously, still not knowing what that meant.
"No, no one's touched me. Yet. Just been a lot of catcalling, and my friend Daisy wants to splash makeup on me. I've made a lot more female enemies for some reason and they all just hate me," explained Frisk.
"Was it easier being neither gender?" asked Sans.
"In a way, yeah, because I didn't have petty girls using dirty tricks and mind games to make my life miserable. All I had to deal with on a daily basis was dodge attacks from boys. I can take a hit or two! I'm tough. Especially given the fact monster food heals me," Frisk replied.
Sans solemnly nodded as he recalled watching Frisk dodge all of Papyrus' bone attacks, and he smiled to himself. Suddenly, the sound of wood being cut broke through the background's joyful, romantic song. Sans and Frisk began looking around to try and find the source of the sound until Sans poked Frisk's shoulder and pointed below, and they watched as a saw cut a perfect oval into the bottom of their boat. They were afraid they would sink, until a big, round head squeezed through, covering the hole completely, yet startling the human and skeleton. No sound.
"Is it...alive?" asked Frisk.
"Dunno," shrugged Sans before getting the nerve to poke it.
His hand didn't even make it all the way to the smiling face when it spoke.
"H0i! I-"
"SHUT UP, TEMMIE!" yelled Sans and Frisk, as well as the background.
In shock, Sans turned to look at the background characters that are all mechanical, but they were all smiles and singing again.
"You okay, Sans?" asked Frisk.
"You mean other than having a vibrating creepily smiling Temmie stuck in our boat but we can't remove it or else we'll sink? Everything's fine," twitched Sans.
He wanted this date to be perfect, and a vibrating monster ruined it all.
"Why can't they be more like Bob?" asked Frisk.
Meanwhile...
"Uh, dude, can you not?" asked Undyne as Bob hopped on every seat of the sofa, vibrating intensely.
"Not be awesome? No thank you," replied Bob.
"Ugh! I'll just have some leftover pie," grumbled Undyne.
After the boat ride was over, Sans and Frisk left the ride with Frisk carrying a wet Temmie underneath her arm.
"Sorry the ride was a bust," apologized Sans.
"It's ok. I got a prize," joked Frisk, referring to the drenched, dizzy Temmie.
Chuckling, Sans reached for Frisk's free hand and held it firmly.
Pretty soon, it would be Summer vacation, and Sans could not wait for Frisk to have free time. Frisk was looking forward to staying cooped up in the air conditioned house to read books and hang out with the monsters.
"So, what do you want to do this Summer?" asked Sans.
"The usual. Laze about. Same for you?" responded Frisk.
Sans blushed, not wanting to sound all gushy and romantic if Frisk wasn't sharing the same thoughts.
"Y-you know it! Lazy is my middle name, hehehe," nervously chuckled Sans.
"Ah, a trash can," spotted Frisk.
She stopped walking, dribbled the Temmie a few times before shooting, and swished. The couple walked away laughing while the trash can vibrated, scaring kids who happened to walk by.