With a sigh of content, Danny flew through the ghost zone at high speed. Finally free from those long days of working in classes, taking end of course tests and friends. Yes, even his friends were a bit tiresome. It had been so long since he had fun and he really had nobody to confide in anymore.

Since softmore year, he had been focused and shoved his face into books when his grades plummeted beyond those passable "D"s. He couldn't risk having his teachers get on him even more than they already did and then his parents would get involve. Then Jazz would throw in her two cents with psychological speaking. It was too much for the teen to handle and he avoided it completely.

As he flew, immersed in the thoughts of his social and personal issues. The raven didn't notice the toxic chemicals that floated along the ghost zone, still flying at top speed. Got completely covered in the gunky substance and let out a yelp in surprise. "Fuck... If today couldn't get any worse." he murmured to himself

The gunk was everywhere, stuck in his hair and spandex suit. But the color gave off this purple aura that was unexplainable. "I guess it's my cue to go home..." Danny turned, suddenly flying back in the direction he came from.

As soon as the halfa made it back to the ghost lab, he went intangible, flying through the ceiling into the his bedroom. Grabbing some other clothes, aside from his usual wear or blue jeans and a white t-shirt. Then took a long hot shower. Taking an hour or so, scrubbing viciously to remove the gunk that stained his skin.

With a sigh of defeat, left the shower, skipped dinner and head straight to bed. Just wanting this day to be completely over. Pulling the heavy covers over his body, he started to drift off to sleep.

In the middle of the night the young halfa twisted, whining softly in his sleep until he opened his eyes to stare at the clock as it read "5:32am". "You've got to be kidding me..." Danny groaned loudly, pushing you covers off.

Slowly trudging to the bathroom for some pain relievers. Questioning if it was growing pains he had, whether it was the gunk stuff that maybe reacted bad to his body. 'The worst it could of done was make me even more of a ghost'

As the light was clicked on, Danny stared into his reflection. Oblivious, blinking a few times until he noticed that he looked younger or more... Feminine? "what the-fuck!" His eyes widened more, traveling down to where the heaviness replaced the pain.

Shakily Danny's hands pat down on the fleshiness of his chest, fear in his head as it felt real. Quickly lifting the shirt to instantly drop it and blush heavily in distress. But realizing, he pay down on his pajama pants to freak out even more than necessary.

To cry out in horror, "Where's my cock!"