A Period of Distress
MaxOfTheApocalypse
Horror swept over Danny as he felt something warm and sticky beneath him when he awoke. Most boys his age would assume it was a wet dream or something of that degree, but most boys his age didn’t have a uterus. Tears pricked at Danny's eyes, these were always horrible. It had been so long since he'd had a period, why was it happening now? Figuring it was because he'd been unable to sneak testosterone from his parents’ lab lately, he groaned in defeat and made his way to the bathroom. Tampons had always been uncomfortable and embarrassing, so Danny chose a full-day pad and applied it to his boxer briefs. Taking a deep breath and wiping the fresh tears from his face, Danny changed into his day clothes and slowly headed down the stair to the kitchen.
Excited yelling erupted from the kitchen as Danny's father started on another tangent about ghosts. Maddie was tinkering with a new invention at the table, unfortunately looking to be another weapon, and was spilling ectoplasm into the eggs again. Danny cautiously entered the room, unsure if he wanted to be dragged into the conversation or if the new blaster would activate at random. Neither parents glanced up, and only offered non-committal hums when he greeted them. Frowning, Danny grabbed an apple and left the kitchen. His parents’ negligence to anything that wasn't ghosts was handy now and then, but usually just hurt. They didn't even know that he was trans, they just forgot he was born female. Not that he minded avoiding that conversation, it just seemed like something odd to forget.
After he was sure his parents couldn't see or hear him, he quietly muttered “Going ghost.” Bright rings appeared around his waist, then split and revealed what looked to be a color-inversion of his regular palette. His eyes emitted a bright neon green, and his seemingly translucent form softly gave off the same glow. He now wore a black jumpsuit with a white D on the chest, accompanied by white boots, white forearm-length gloves, and a white belt. Turning intangible, he flew through the roof of Fenton Works and towards the school.
The wind whipped against his face and the morning air chilled his already frosty skin. He let out a breath of contentment, he always felt right when he was like this. The form he took now was technically his ghost, so normal biology didn't apply. This was especially relieving due to his situation he discovered that morning. Soon, he caught sight of Casper High’s approaching silhouette. He drifted down behind a nearby wall bordering the school and changed back into the now incredibly uncomfortable Danny Fenton.
On top of feeling like he was wearing a diaper, he was also in pain and constantly fearing that everyone could tell. All of the normal female reactions, but now from a boy. Anyone finding out about this would be horrifying, the only people in Amity Park that knew he had transitioned were his best friend Tucker and his sister Jazz. Not even his other friend Sam knew.
Danny kept his head down and eyes glued firmly to his shoes as he quickly made his way to his locker. Once there, he quickly grabbed the books he needed and practically slammed the door shut. As he did, his friends Sam and Tucker arrived behind him. “Woah, you okay Danny?” Sam inquired in a worried tone. “Yeah, that was an aggressive locker slam dude,” Tucker added. Danny whirled around to face them, startled by their sudden presence. “Yeah! Everything's fine, I just thought I heard Dash coming and-”
“And what Fenturd? Were you just dying to remind me how wimpy you are?” Thank you, Dash, for being a reliable excuse. Danny tried so hard not to laugh at the dying jab; alas, he failed. “What are you laughing at, loser?” Dash growled as he shoved Danny back against the lockers. Danny opened his mouth in an attempt to respond, but Sam spoke before he got the chance. “Hey, I wonder how your coach would feel if he found out you bribed some nerds to forge a grade report for him. Three Ds and two Cs seem a bit too low to be allowed to play this season”
“Who told you about that?” Dash demanded. “I’ve got connections,” Sam replied with a smug grin. Dash shoved Danny's back into the lockers one last time before storming off with a huff. “Looks like you were right. I’m telling you, man, he deserves some ghostly payback,” Tucker remarks with somewhat of a pout. “No, then he’d be no better,” Sam argues with her typical self-righteousness. As Sam and Tucker proceeded to argue the point, Danny herded them to their homeroom. The argument was cut short by the promise of continuing at lunch when Sam had to part ways with them, as homerooms were decided by the students' last names.
