This got taken down by for 'inappropriate ratings' (idek) so I'm editing and reposting. Have fun and don't blame me you lose the ability to look at Danny Jones without imagining him in a bra.

Tom knew that this wasn't going to be a normal day when he woke up at whore- o- clock in the morning to hear high pitched screaming.

He flung back the covers and bounded down the stairs from his room, vaguely wondering what the hell was making the God- awful noise this early, and followed the sound to Danny's room. Backing away for a second, he hesitated, grabbed a glass from the floor next to his door, and kicked open the door.

By this point the screaming had stopped. Tom peered around, then edged over to Danny's en- suite bathroom and tried the door. It was locked.

"Danny?" Tom said, rattling the handle. "Danny, you okay?" Worry was taking over now. Danny didn't reply.

"Danny!"

Slowly the door opened, and Tom dropped the glass at what he saw.

There was a female replica of Danny peering back at him, looking absolutely terrified.

Danny woke up, yawning, and rubbed his eyes. Throwing back the covers, he realised how thirsty he was, and jumped out of bed. Something didn't seem right- his balance was off.

He realised that when he was sitting on the floor.

Mildly curious, but too tired to give a shit, because really it was seven in the morning, Danny stumbled to the bathroom, clicked on the light and locked the door (it was always safer to lock the door, living in a house with Harry and a camera. Tom had fallen fate to this blackmail many a time.) Danny turned on the tap and half filled a slightly dirty glass- it was his germs, anyhow- and gulped from it, staring in the mirror blearily. Absently, he tucked a strand of hair behind his ear and tousled his fringe-

Wait.

Tucked a strand of hair?

Tousled his fringe?

Danny's jaw dropped open and he slammed the glass down on the counter. In the mirror, the attractive girl did the same.

There was no way this was happening to him. Danny Jones was not a girl. No way, nu uh.

Upon realising that this was, in fact, happening to him, Danny did the only logical thing in this situation; he screamed like a girl.

Literally.

Tom gaped at the girl.

"Tom?" She whispered, looking stricken. Tom stared at her face, shaking his head in amazement. Really, she looked exactly like Danny. Danny was sleeping with his female replica.

This, surely, was narcissism at it's most disturbing.

"Um. Where's Danny?"

The girl cleared her throat. "I- I am Danny." Just as he was about to argue, the door opened further, and Tom was faced with the clear truth.

The girl was wearing Danny's shirt and boxers.

No girl who had ever 'slept' in Danny's room woke up in clothes. That was just... insane.

She was Danny.

Tom's jaw hit ground. He stumbled back, running his eyes over her body (avoiding the chest area; he had already accepted that Danny was now, in fact, a girl, and wasn't going to risk getting beaten up by a woman).

Tom shook his head violently. Breathing in and pulling himself together, he walked to the door.

"DOUGIE! HARRY! LIVING ROOM! NOW!" He turned back to Danny, opened his mouth, closed it, and stumbled out. "I should've stayed in bed," He murmured. "I should've just stayed in bed."