"Anne? Are you in there?"

Oh no, they're here.

Anne just cleared her throat, "Uh there's no Anne in here, just a lady doing her business." she said in a very British accent, trying to keep a cool composure and not let the cramping get the best of her.

"Annabella Boonchouy!" Hop Pop exclaimed with a hint of sternness in his voice from behind the door, she knew that was his 'I'm not messing around' voice. She took a deep breath and unlocked the door, she then opened slightly ajar to see the frog family she'd been living with had some very worried and concerned looks. "How did you find me?"

"It was easy, we just followed the red trail." Sprig pointed to the trail of blood, she cursed herself for forgetting such a detail.

"And we know it's not cranberry juice, because Sprig tasted it." Polly mentioned.

"Like copper with a hint of fly juice." Hop Pop nudged the boy, "Right not the time." The elder frog stepped towards the still slightly closed door.

"Anne, you've been acting weird all day. With the sweatiness, the moodiness, and now the bleeding." HP counted.

"It's not your problem, okay!" she angrily replied to the old frog man.

Sprig meekly went up to her, "Anne, we just want to help-"

"HOW CAN YOU POSSIBLY HELP ME!" Anne snapped as she popped her head out of the door, the Plantars falling back from the sight of their human companion. Eyes bloodshot, with eyebags so big she can carry the heavy groceries, her dark skin a much lighter tone in an unhealthy way, her nose running, her lips dried, and her hair now even more disheveled than it was before.

"HOW CAN ANYTHING BE OF ANY HELP TO ME IN THE PROBLEM I HAVE RIGHT NOW?! THIS HAS BEEN THE WORSE DAY OF MY LIFE SINCE COMING HERE! I'm tired, hungry, cramping, and I feel my lower regions are about to explode!" She snapped.

"Anne what are you talking about?" Sprig questioned with a hint of fear.

"EXACTLY! You don't even understand what I'm saying! Just leave me alone!" she then slammed the door. She then groggily pulled herself up and pulled herself to the sink, just then she heard the door open.

"Look Anne I'm sur- HOLY FROGDOM!" Sprig shouted when he fully entered the ladies' room to see her in her full state. Which gravely goes with the her facial condition, legs wobbling, the rest of her body pail and so frail, but what would haunt the young frog for the rest of his life was the very exposed rift that was between the girls legs spritzing a frightening amount of blood.

Sprig passed out just as Hop Pop and Polly came in, HP winced while Polly fainted as well. "Are human girls supposed to do that?"

Anne just collapsed on her bum in the bathroom door and cried into her hands, HP looking at the girl with a deep feeling of sorrow seeing the girl he came to see as one of his own grandchildren in such depression. Hop Pop walked up to the girl and kneeled down very gingerly, his feeble frog knee dipped into the blood stained floors as he patted the teen girl on the shoulder.

"Anne? You know sometimes, talking to someone about your problem, even if they don't understand it, is the start of coming to a solution." Anne peeked our of her hands at his words, "Now tell dead ole Hop Pop what's going on."

Anne sniffled and wiped her nose with her arm and crossed her legs before putting her sweats over her crotch. She took a few deep breathes, for which she is about to explain what all human girls her age group dread. "It's just...… you know how my species works much different than yours?"

"I believe that's been established."

Anne sniffed, "Well, that's true in more ways than one. The mood swings, the drowsiness, the bleeding from my...… area." she uncomfortably gestured to the where her pants were covering. Hop Pop listened intently, silently telling her to continue. "You see... when a human girl experiences those symptoms...… there going through a certain right of passage."

"You mean puberty?" Hop Pop guessed.

"Well kind of, I don't know how you frogs handle your biologic needs, but for me people its... scary, painful, and super embarrassing." she turned away from the elderly frog, "I didn't want you or any of the others to find out, because most of them still see me as a monster. And for some girls they literally become monsters during this right of passage, this would just prove them right."

Anne then felt a pair of wrinkly arms wrapped around her, she weakly craned her neck to see Hop Pop hugging her midsection. "Anne, I get it. This stuff is difficult for everyone, no matter the age, gender, or species. We all have things we don't like during the times we grow up, but the most important thing is that you have people who are there to support you when that time comes." he wisely stated.

She sniffled as some leftover tears rolled down her eyes, "But what can I do? I mean surely you people aren't properly equipped for what I'm going through, you are frogs after all." she said.

"Well frogs from your home can't walk and talk and do pull ups with their tongues can they?" he asked, she shook her head 'no'. "Well you just might be surprised." he said as he pulled himself up before exiting the bathroom, before returning shortly.

Sprig meanwhile groaned as he sat up, "Uh, I just had the most weirdest dream-WOAH!" he freaked when he and Polly were pushed out of the door. "Something about Anne that-"

"What about Anne?"

Sprig screamed and jumped as he turned and saw his fiancé Maddie (BTW, this takes place before Cursed!), "Uh hey Maddie, what's going on?" he nervously asked at the sight of the eccentric goth frog girl.

"I smelled blood after I delivered Ms. Croaker's bread." she said with a slightly raspy voice, the sides of her lips slowly curved upward as her eye gained a highlight.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" Sprig asked, not realizing his entire face was soaked with blood not of his own kind. Maddie chuckled before she pinned Sprig to a wall, "Um I'm pretty sure you wait till after the honeymoon to-"

(later)

We see Anne resting on the Plantar couch, with a blanket over her and a cup of warm tea by the stand. She sipped it before turning to Hop Pop, "Hey, thanks for everything. Who knew that you had pads that work just as well for humans as they do for frogs?"

"We're not your world's frogs Anne, and our own puberty isn't that much different from yours." he shrugged. "I'm just glad that your period is over." he sat down on the chair beside Anne and leaned back.

"Yeah not really." Hop Pop went wide eyed at that, "Yeah, this is just the first one. My mom said that women experience this thing about once a month, so you better be prepared in 30 days." Anne told him, Hop Pop just got up and slowly got up and walked to his study like a zombie. She then turned to Sprig, who was shivering as his face was covered in slobber and black lipstick. "Oh hey Sprig, sup."

The boy just stood up and said, "I'm going to bed." he then dragged himself away, leaving the girl to rest up from the day. She just shrugged as she felt the cramps loosening up and the bleeding in her pelvis slowly slowed down greatly from the padding, which worked surprisingly well for a froggy tampon.

She was just glad the nightmare was over with for now. Next time she'd be ready for the visitor when her next period comes.

Meanwhile outside, Mayor Toadstool searched for the mystery crook that vandalized his snail with a big red butt.

Fin.

This goes out to the women that face this issue, I'm a guy so I wouldn't know this personally but I commend you for the struggles you go through each month. And I thank all of you who read, fav, and followed this story. Especially the female ones, I hoped I did good at explaining this sensitive topic. These things are not a joke to be taken lightly.