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Freddie was much, much more careful about sneaking out of the village the morning after his change than he had been when he'd tried to go back to the labs. He still couldn't bring himself to ask for new clothes over the intercom, but with half the buttons of his uniform missing he had little choice but to wear the muscle tee he usually used for sleeping. It was too tight, but at least there were no buttons. He ran from building to building in his bare feet, having abandoned his suddenly ill-fitting shoes with the ruined shirt. No one called him out, but once he made it into the jungle he was faced with the problem of where he was going to go after that. He kept walking until he reached the lake, which seemed like as good a place as any to sit and sulk. He found a place along the water that seemed nice and abandoned and sat down. Folding his arms over his chest he stared at his blurry reflection. Tears welled in his eyes again, and he cursed as he wiped them away.

Freddie was still too wrapped up in his own anguish to notice he was no longer alone, for all he knew all the islanders of an aquatic persuasion would be safely out of sight in the water already. He curled his legs up to his chest, just to keep himself from staring down at his own breasts. He couldn't quite see past them, which proved as upsetting as it was annoying. With his head resting on his knees he could almost, almost fool himself into thinking he was the same shape as before. His ears twitched again. It was hopeless.

He sniffled loudly.

Freddie's head jerked up at the sound of the voice. For a moment he thought there was yet another frog on the island, until he remembered Newt. He must have changed again, proving it was possible for him to look even more ******** up. He was never one to think about other people's feelings, so it never occurred to them that they might be equally miserable after their changes. Nothing could compare to growing boobs, anyway. The thought of the janitor seeing him so broken, especially after their last encounter, made Freddie's stomach turn. He pulled his legs a little closer, as if that could help hide his breasts.

"Go away!" he yelled. His voice was more or less the same, a little higher for the overdose of hormones and the shrinking of certain parts, maybe, but it was recognizable.

He looked around, but it figured there'd be no rocks nearby that were suitible for throwing.

"******** OFF!" he screamed, his voice cracking yet again. He glared at Newt from over his knees, no way was he uncurling now... but then how could he hit him?

"Don't you ********' laugh, froggy," Freddie hissed. Nothing was quite so enraging as getting that look from a damn frog man.

Freddie's lip curled back into a snarl, but he couldn't very well deny it. Not when he was trying to so desperately to hide his boobs. "So what! Least I'm not slimy!" He grabbed his hair between his fingers and pulled. "Least I still got hair, too!"

He hadn't worked up the courage to shower the night before, but the gel was still strong enough to make it snap back as soon as he let go.

Freddie uncurled, forgetting about hiding his figure. "Why don't you come over here and say that?!" He shrieked, having a fist at Newt.

The rage gave way to motification as he looked down and realized that he'd exposed himself. Sure, his boobs were covered, but the white tank top clinging to them for dear life didn't help much.

"You think they told me?!" Freddie snapped. He almost moved to curl his legs up again, but it was pointless. With Newt keeping his distance, the only way he could possibly get at him would be to go into the water. He'd been to enough wet t-shirt contests to know that was a bad idea.

All he could do was try and pick at Newt. "Least I'm still a mammal!"

At least, he was pretty sure. He couldn't think of any fish or lizard that had a nose like his. Then again, he couldn't guess from his current features what it might be... besides incredibly embarrassing.