Danny Phantom - Gender Bender (Discontinued)

Chapter Thirteen

As they walked to school the next day, Tuckered pestered Danny about her period - or lack thereof - Sam observing awkwardly from the side. 

"So, lemme get this straight. Ever since the lab accident, you haven't had a single period?"Danny shook her head. "Not one single cramp?" Danny repeated her action. "Danny!" Tucker squawked, throwing her hands up. "This is really serious! Have you ever gotten your period?"

"Well, yeah. I got it first when I was eleven, so I know all about the pains of cramps and the ickiness of," she glanced at a very uncomfortable Sam, "...everything. I don't see the big deal, Tuck. I'm glad I haven't had a single period since, they were painful!"

"But Danny this is important! Who knows, you might be... infertile because of this."

"I'm half dead, Tucker; of course I'm infertile." She said it with a sly smirk, but her eyes sunk. Was it her sleep deprivation, or did that fact hit a nerve? Tucker went to rebut that statement, but held her tongue, her eyes floating away curiously. 

"Oh. I guess you're right. Huh." 

"Don't you think you should go have a health check up or something, Danny? Well, I mean, like, y'know, um..."

Danny gave him a look. "You know I can't do that. They take a blood sample, and poof! My secret is no longer a secret. 

"Yeah, I know that. But Jaz is doing some medicine in his uni course, right? He could examine you." Danny shuddered at that word. "Uh, sorry. Poor word choice."

"Guys, I'm fine, trust me."

"You wanna talk about all of those scars then?" Tucker said. 

"Uh, no," Danny replied quickly. 

"Ugh, Danny! You stress me out!" Sam groaned. 

"Love ya, too," Danny said childishly, grinning at him. They entered the school grounds and immediately all eyes fell upon the group. Danny in particular. They all had their phones out and murmured amongst themselves. Danny held her head high and walked passed them all, not daring to make eye contact. What was it? Then she glanced down at someone's phone. See, Danny didn't bother too much with social media, only using it to communicate with other students for school work, but that didn't stop it from being a platform to taunt her. It was the picture of Danny which Dash had taken. The picture of her shirtless and scarred. "Guuys," she stuttered. As if on queue, the speaker rang out. "Could Danielle Fenton and Dash Baxter please report to the principal's office." It wasn't a question. Danny gave her friend's worried eyes, and they smiled pitifully at her. She left them and headed towards the office, her head low to avoid the stares of her peers.

She arrived before Dash, and sat down in the chair facing the principal, Mr. Walters. His skin was dark and his head bald. He was wearing his usual formal suit and tie. She avoided his eyes too and began to bounce her leg nervously, staring blindly around the room. Dash finally made an entrance and plopped himself into the chair next to her, Mr. Lancer following suit. Danny's face eased up, but his eyes were full of anxiety. He stood in the corner behind the two kids, closing the door. There was a moment of silence as the principal observed the students, hands pursed to his lips. He caught Danny's eye, then she quickly looked away again. She could feel her jaw begin to chatter in anticipation. She crossed her legs to stop it from bouncing, but instead began to fidget with her fingers. Meanwhile, Dash spread his legs and sat calmly, almost comfortably, in the chair. He's obviously been here a few times before, Danny wondered. 

Finally, Mr. Walters piped up. "Care to explain this picture, Dash? Danny?" He showed them his phone and said picture. Dash shrugged dismissively.

"Fenton decided to strip in front of all of us, and I took a photo, big deal."