ML: Not much to say except this is where the fun begins. Thank you reviewers hope you're all enjoying it! Vlad's POV.

Dude looks like a lady

Chapter 3: Reality?

I was floating in darkness. I vaguely felt something hard and stiff underneath me, something cool to the touch. Funny, I didn't remember getting out of bed. I heard a low groan and distantly realized it was from a woman. That was odd. Wait a minute, I did get out of bed, and then I went into the bathroom and saw something then passed out.

Waking up from passing out is never a joyous occasion. First your head hurts. Actually, I take that back, first it pounds as your senses slowly come back to you. I've always noticed that my taste comes back first, my mouth tasted all coppery, like I'd been sucking on a penny for the past hour. Then I heard a high keening sound that made the skin on the back of my neck prickle, it was coming from me. But why was it so high pitched? Eventually I was able to move and rolled onto my side and just breathed in and out before my eyes fluttered open.

I was indeed sprawled out on the hard cool floor of my master bathroom next to the green and gold Packers rug beside the shower. Now I was confused. I rolled fully onto my knees but paused in standing, my hands, they were really…small? That jumped started my memory and I gasped out loud, a very feminine gasp.

I jumped to my feet and stared wide eyed at the mirror. The same woman stared back at me with a confused expression on her face. It was me, the woman was me. My stomach turned uneasily and I rushed to the toilet and heaved up my lunch from the day before, bending over the porcelain, my shoulders shaking.

I don't know how long I was there but eventually I stopped heaving my wheaties and sat back on my heels, rubbing a hand across my face. How did this happen? The sound of the toilet flushing mixed with my desperate gasps for breath was truly sickening.

I scrambled to my feet and washed my mouth out with sink water before letting it pour over my head and down my neck. I cringed when I caught sight of my reflection again, and felt bile rise up in my throat.

"Cheese logs," I whispered harshly, slamming my fists against the counter. I winced and rubbed my sore hands, Curse Desiree! How did she interpret Daniel's wish into this? How was this a taste of my own medicine? She would pay for doing this to me.

I spun away from the mirror calling forth my ghost half but …nothing happened. I froze, a confused look coming across my face, this had never happened before. I tried to change again with the same result. When I tried to change the black rings appeared around my waist but fizzled out within seconds.

"What," I tried again but ended up with the same result, except this time I felt light headed and had to lean against the wall to stop myself from falling. No, no, no, no this couldn't be happening! I held my hands up and willed pink energy into my fingers.

Nothing happened, except a small pink spark that danced between my fingertips before disappearing into the air. A number of curse words ran through my mind but I settled with one. "Fudge buckets," that sounded odd coming out in a woman's voice. Actually that sounded odd all around, but I'd been saying it too long to change now.

"Alright, alright Plasmius just think," I moaned placing my elbows on the counter top and my head into my hands. "My ghost powers don't work, I'm a…woman, and it's all Daniel's fault," I ticked off, rage leaking into my voice.

I looked up at my reflection before turning my head away in disgust. Usually when I got angry my eyes would change from light blue to a deep blood red. But now, even though I was fuming, they stayed the same cold blue.

"Butter biscuits," I snarled, storming out of the bathroom and into my bedroom. I usually don't get so angry so easily. Normally, I was pretty reserved, unless I got around that oaf of a man Jack Fenton. I wondered why I was feeling so emotional now, instead of thinking logically like I usually did in tight situations.

Well, women did have a sort of hormonal imbalance, didn't they? I mean, that was why they would be angry one moment then happy the next… Wait, why was I thinking about this? I was not a woman. I only looked like one.

Oh my, this was a very, very strange thought process.

I realized I was pacing and immediately stopped and sat down heavily on my mattress. "Ok, Masters think. Use that o'l gray matter of yours," I lowered my chin onto my palm. My cheeks prickled with unease when my silvery hair fell into my face and I pushed it away trying to think clearly.

I was doing my best to scrape together all the knowledge I had on Desiree. I knew she granted wishes, and that her wishes mostly came out worse for the wisher. And I also knew that if you wanted to un-wish something only the person who made the wish could do it. So even if I did find Desiree it would do me no good. In my vulnerable state she could easily destroy me with a flick of her wrist. That meant that Daniel would have to…

For the love of cheese, why must I be tortured? If the fact that I was a woman wasn't' bad enough, now I had to go groveling to Daniel to change me back! Not that the little brat would anyway. After seeing me in this form he'd probably laugh his little adolescent head off. There was no way he would help me.

I looked down at my hands sitting in my lap. Unable to notice, as well, the slight bulge in my chest area, that I was sure wasn't there yesterday. A blush crept into my cheeks and I closed my eyes, I had to at least try to get Daniel to un-wish the wish. There was no way I'd be able to stay like this for ever, let alone an hour. Maybe with the proper blackmail I'd be able to-

A chilling sensation stopped my train of thought and I shivered as the cold swept up my spine. It stopped with a tingling feeling, at the base of my neck. I knew that feeling anywhere: it was my ghost sense. Of course I had a ghost sense, just because Daniel couldn't see it doesn't mean I do not have one.

But that was the least of my worries at the moment, I could tell who it was just by feeling their ecto signature and it was probably one of the last ghost's I would ever want to see at that moment.

I jumped off the bed and ran towards the wall, my only way to escape unnoticed. As I jumped through the air I tried to will myself intangible. But as you probably have guessed my powers weren't working, so I ended up ramming my nose straight into the unforgiving wall.

Apparently my nose was more delicate as a woman because it hurt incredibly badly! I stumbled away from the wall holding my nose, which I was sure, was broken in at least three places.

"Butter brittle," I screamed, tears forming in the corners of my eyes. Ordinarily I had a high pain threshold, so to say the least; I wasn't prepared for the rush of pain bombarding my senses.

"Plasmius, is that you?" A deep robotic voice sounded uncertainly from outside my bedroom door. After the mornings events I had completely forgotten about my meeting with Skulker set for today. He usually came over to discuss odd jobs I'd have him do in exchange for weapons. He was actually a very useful partner, though his fascination with hunting could be a little endearing at times.

I froze in place, still holding my throbbing nose with both hands. The last thing I wanted was for Skulker to see me…like this. He would most likely lose all respect for me if he did. And it really was more convenient for me having a loyal ally. So, as much as I didn't want to, it looked like I was going to have to explain my situation to Skulker.

"Kill me now," I whispered the pain in my nose subsiding, though it still ached. It was just less obvious than before. I walked over to my large bedroom door and threw it open, coming face to face with a very surprised Skulker. When the hunter ghost saw me…well me as a woman, he took a step back startled.

"Uh, oh um," the ghost stuttered. His mouth hung open for a moment and I could just guess what he was thinking.

What is this woman doing in Plasmius's bedroom? Unless he and she were-

I glowered at him and he seemed to come to a decision because he set his face into a scowl and raised his arms menacingly. "Beware, for I am Skulker, the Greatest Hunter in the ghost zone! Uh, fear me," he shouted.

I crossed my arms over my chest and raised an eyebrow at his theatrics. "Since when did you start quoting the box ghost, Skulker?" I questioned lazily. The look of shock on his face almost made me laugh out loud, but I held it back only letting a small smirk cross my face.

"You're not afraid of me?" Skulker asked, looking truly puzzled as he lowered his arms.

Then I did laugh as I shook my head, "You're not exactly menacing Skulker." I told him honestly.

Skulker looked stunned for a moment before scowling darkly and he raised his arm at me. A large glowing gun popped out of his forearm, pointing right at my forehead. "Now are you afraid, human?" He growled, the glow from the weapon casting some of his face into shadow. "Tell me where Masters is before I have to use force."

The smirk slowly left my face and I uncrossed my arms, taking a deep breath. I was never going to live this down, "Skulker." I started, pausing to build up my courage before forging on. "This is going to sound crazy but I am Vlad." I bit my lower lip, just waiting for his reaction.

Skulker stared at me for a few seconds before bursting into loud obnoxious laughter. He retracted his weapon and held his midsection bending over to gasp for breath, "Y…you said you're Plasm- ha-ha-ha!"

I resisted the urge to clonk him over the head because: A) it wouldn't help the situation. And B) it would most likely hurt my hand.

"That's good human but," Skulker stood back up, wiping a nonexistent tear from his robotic eye. "You can't be Vlad."

I released a breath of air in an exasperated sigh, this was getting annoying. I didn't know how much patience I had left. The only way I could convince him was if I used my powers, but I was pretty sure that I couldn't do that.

I clenched my hands into fists and willed pink energy into my palms. Nothing happened at first, but I narrowed my eyes in concentration and forced all other thoughts from my mind, only focusing on creating just a flash of ecto energy.

After what seemed like forever a tiny sphere of pink energy burst into life above my palm, I held it for a moment before the strain became too much and it disappeared into nothing. When I looked up, once again, Skulker was staring at me with a dumbfounded expression, "Now do you believe me?" I demanded, panting slightly from the exertion of using my powers.

"Plasmius?" Skulker asked slack jawed. "Why are you- how did you-?" He trailed off still staring at me as if I'd sprouted a second head… not that that's ever happened before or anything.

"I don't know Skulker!" I ran a hand through my hair that had long since come undone from my usual pony tail. It was hanging in my face, reaching down to my shoulders and felt extremely annoying. "I woke up this morning like this and I can't use my powers." I backed away from him and began to pace with my head down.

I could feel Skulker's eyes on me but didn't look up. Truthfully, I was too embarrassed to see his reaction. I did, however, look up when I heard what distinctly sounded like a covered up snort.

Skulker was staring at me with his hand stuck in his mouth, in attempt to smother his laughter. His shoulders shook with the effort. "You…ha-ha- you're a-a…snort-a female!" Before I could respond Skulker bent down with his hands on his knees and fell into a long, loud bout of laughter.

I stared at him, hands slowly clenching into fists. I felt anger well up inside turning everything red. I hated it when people laughed at me. After years of having ecto-acne you could understand why.

The more Skulker laughed the angrier I got and soon I felt a hot sizzling begin in the palms of my hands. I glanced down and saw pink energy flare to life in my palms. Without thinking, I fired the energy at the chuckling hunter ghost. The blast knocked Skulker out of my doorway and into the far wall behind it, causing a picture frame to fall off the wall and crack across the ghosts' head.

I stalked up to him, energy still leaking out of my hands. I didn't know why my powers had suddenly started working, but I was too ticked off to care. I leaned down into Skulker's face and snarled, "If you ever laugh at my expense again, so help me Skulker, you won't live long enough to regret it!"

Skulker rubbed his head gingerly, his expression shocked. "I thought you said your powers weren't working."

I took a step back, inspecting my hands thoughtfully. As my anger went away so did my ecto-energy. That was odd. Maybe my powers weren't gone, but I just had to find a different way to control them. But that sounded ridiculous… right?

I shook my head slowly, "I lied." I said steadily, lying again of course. If I wanted to get Skulker's help I would need him to respect me, and he wouldn't do that if he didn't fear I'd beat him to a pulp. That would be a piece of Plasmius logic, get used to it.

I stepped away again and rubbed a hand against my chin, the skin felt smooth and soft. And I frowned, missing the feeling of my rough goatee. This will take some getting used to, I thought and stopped rubbing my chin. I looked back at Skulker, who had long since recovered from my attack, and was standing tense, as if waiting for another ecto-blast to the face.

I waved a hand at him, "Please Skulker I'm not going to fire at you again, so stop acting like I am." He seemed to relax a little and I walked back into my bedroom, going over to my walk in closet. I opened the door and walked inside, scanning my many outfits. Most consisted of my usual black suit red tie combo, but a few towards the back were a little more casual.

I.e sweat pants, t-shirts and even a few sneakers. I reached up and snagged a pair of black sweat pants and a blue shirt. I could feel Skulker's eyes on me and I turned to glare at him pointedly. "Oh," he said, looking embarrassed. "I'll just stand over there."

I rolled my eyes and began to strip of my clothes before stopping, a disgusted look coming across my face. I was no pervert. And looking at my body as it was, seemed slightly perverted. "Desiree, you are going to wish you'd never met me," I growled and closed my eyes pulling my shirt off.

I kept my undershirt on and slipped the blue tee over it then pulled the sweat pants on quickly. They hung off my slim waist and nearly fell so I tightened the draw string, scowling. If I wasn't skinny enough before, I certainly was now. Lastly I put my hair back up into a pony tail and stalked out of the walk-in closet.

Skulker was standing awkwardly across the room examining a picture as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. I cleared my throat and the ghost jumped, turning around with a startled expression. "Come on," I jerked my head in the direction of the hallway.

I started walking with my hands clasped behind my back and could just feel Skulker's presence as he followed me. I would never get tired of people following my orders.

I walked down the large staircase in the main hall, heading towards my lab. It looked like I was going to take a trip to Amity Park.

ML: -giggles- I had too much fun writing this chapter. And don't worry it's rated K for a reason. There will be no mentions of Vlad's new … well you know. Next chapter's in Danny's POV.