When you turn 16 you automatically get your soulmate's name tattooed onto your wrist, with no way of removing it or even changing whom your soulmate is; you just deal with it. For Dan, he happens to get his best mates name imprinted on his wrist. His best mate -Phil - being (supposedly) straight, has yet to receive a soul mate. When he does, it's not Dan's name that he gets - it's someone else's.

Phil Lester is sweet and cute; known for his kindness and enthusiasm. Dan Howell is a tough, cold outsider; known as the school's stereotypical 'bad boy'. But if he's so bad, then why on earth did he rescue Phil Lester and give him a smile which would melt anyone's heart?

this book is being rewritten and i will update you when the first chapter is up this story is about their daughter at the end of the last book

(This story is officially over a year old, thank you all for your support!!) This is a Phanfic of what it would be like if Dan was actually born a girl but wanted to be a boy, and now that he is, he has to tell Phil.. This story will not contain romantic relations between Dan and Phil, sorry to disappoint you. A/N: it warms my heart knowing that I've touched the lgbt community with this little fic. I was inspired by my bisexuality to try thinking outside of the box and putting myself in the shoes of a transgender person and I think I've done a well job.

edit: hi so this story kinda sucks but read it if you want. ive grown as a writer and i would really recommend my other stories "Danielle, get those scissors away from your hair right now!" --Mentions of self harm--

my name is dan, not danielle × somewhat based off of the short film boy (HIGHEST RANKING: #2 in fanfiction)

A boy across from me is staring. Maybe it's because I'm looking through female hairstyles instead of men's. I glare at him. Homophobic trash... The boy who use to sit across from me is still there. As I pass him, his name gets called as well. Dan.

you started chatting with plantboyphil. started; febuary 10, 2016 ended; april 28, 2016

"...it's one hell of a ride once you enter and there's no going back. No exaggeration on 'hell' sonny." Dan Howell, 1979, aspiring writer. I pass the hours in a dimly lit hotel room, locked away with a number of aberrant individuals who display ominous habits.