It was several hours later when Danny woke up. At first he was confused as to why he was in a tub full of now-cold water. Then he remembered the events of last night. Suddenly depressed, he pulled his arm out of the water and just stared at his new appendage. Slowly, he brings a shaking, webbed hand up to the new fin and begins to gently rub it in between his fingers; shuddering with the new sensation. Coming out of his daze, he feels another weird tugging sensation along the side of his head, where his ears are. Or, more accurately, where they used to be. He can't help but let out a startled yelp when, bringing his hand up to feel it, he isn't met with the usual ear covered in smooth skin, he's met with the texture of scales. Panicking, he tumbles his way out of the tub and makes his way to the mirror, not caring about the mess he's making. Standing in front of the mirror, he looks on in horror as his regular human-shaped ears are turned into what is best described as head fins. After seeing them flick, he lets out a quiet whimper, his new head fins pointing down to follow his mood. After he got over his shock, however, he noticed something else weird. His hair. where-as it used to be black as the night sky, it now had a big white patch near his scalp; and it would appear as though it is spreading. Deciding he wants to go back to his room, he makes his way to the door, only to stop short with the new sensation on his legs when they rub against his wet pants. Suspicious, he takes off his pants, only to stop short. The scales, which before had only taken up his top half, now extend all the way down to his knees.
Following the pattern of the scales, he notices they branch off from his back. Wanting to take a look, he makes his way back over to the mirror and turns so he can see his back. He almost wishes he didn't. While his chest still had a good amount of skin, his back was a different story. There was not an inch of skin showing over the scales. Deciding that 'nope, he's had enough', he resumes his previous mission to his room, now pantless; not liking they feeling they bring now.

Once in his room, he made his way over to his computer and logged in to play Doomed. It was several hours later when he was brought back to reality by a startled gasp coming from his door. Turning around, he's met with a very startled Jazz frozen in place in the doorway. It takes him a few moments for him to realize why she's like that. Once he does, he rushes over to his bed and wraps himself in his blankets, covering everything but his face.

"Jazz? What are you going here?" That seemed to knock Jazz out of her trance.

"I came to check on you..." She trails off almost uncertainly.

"Oh. That's nice." The infamous awkward silence has returned with a vengeance.

Sighing, "What is it, Jazz?"

"Oh, its nothing."

"Don't you 'it's nothing' me. What is it?"

"Are you ok with this?"

"Huh?" Was his elegant response.

"Are you okay?" She gestures to the fins poking out from underneath the blankets. "With this?"

Sighing, he hangs his head dejectedly. Sitting down on his bed, "Not really. But what choice do I have."

Sitting down next to her brother, she wraps an arm around his shoulders. Hesitantly, she asks, "Can I see?"

"Uhm...sure?" Hesitantly, he unwraps himself from his Danny-burrito. The red head raises her arm, and as gently as she can, grabs the head frill; Danny shuddering under her touch. Only pausing for a second, she then proceeds to gently rub it in between her fingers, marveling at its absurdity. Danny is honestly melting under her touch. Holy-why does it feel so good?! Jazz can't help but chuckle at seeing how her brother just about leans into the touch with his eyes closed and lips upturned in pure pleasure. Suddenly aware of what's happening, Danny snaps out of his daze and bats his sister's hand away.

"Stop that!" Chuckling at her brother's antics, she stands up from her position on the bed and makes her way to the door.

Turning back to her brother still halfway wrapped in his blankets, "Just know that if you want to talk to me, I'll always be there."

Rolling his eyes affectionately, he relies, "Thanks, Jazz." Taking one last look behind her, she walks out and gently closes the door behind her.

Not knowing what else to do, and not being in the mood for mind-numbing video games, Danny flops down on his back still halfway wrapped up in his warm blankets. He isn't laying down for a full minute before he is reminded of his need of water. Groaning, he rolles off the bed and started making his way to the bathroom. His journey came to a short end, however, when he ran into his mother on the way there. Maddie couldn't hold back her surprise at seeing her son only in boxers, nearly completely covered in scales and now sporting head frills. She snaps out of her shock quickly, however, and smiles gently.

"Hey, sweetie. How are you feeling?"

"Better, thanks. But, um..." Maddie waits patiently for Danny to find the right words. "I was kind of dry, so..." He trailed off, not knowing what else to say. Luckily he didn't have to elaborate, as Maddie immediately understood and had a solution better than a silly old bath tub. But first, she had to check something.

"Danny, come here." Not knowing what she was getting at, he awkwardly shuffled his way towards his waiting mother. Once he was about 2 feet in front of her, he stopped. Maddie had other plans, however, and gently put her hand on the side of his neck.

"Mom? What are you doing?" Feeling around, she noticed the feel of nearly developed gills. With a bit of stimulation, they should be ready to use. And she had just the idea.

"Danny, come with me." Without another word, she gently took her son's webbed hand in hers and made her way to the basement. Once they reached the end of the stairs to the basement, Danny was greeted to the sight of his father leaning over some kind of control panel, a giant tank full of water behind him.

"Mom? Dad?"

"Come here, Danny." Nervously, he made is way over to where his mother and father were waiting in front of the tank. Grabbing hold of her son's hand, Maddie lead them up a small set of stairs leading to the top.

"Mom? What's-"

He was cut off, however, when instead of stopping at the water, she continued in and dragged both of them into the shoulder deep water. Gently, she brought her hands up on her son's shoulders and started pushing down. He gave way a little, before he gathered himself.

"What are you doing?!"

"Danny, trust me." Gulping nervously, he allowed himself to be pushed under the water. It didn't take long for things to start to get weird. Instead of the familiar burning sensation that came with lack of oxygen, he felt oddly fine. Gazing up through the water to the distorted face of his mother, he sent his questioning gaze on her. In response, she merely pointed to her neck. Eyes widening, he brought his shaking hands up to the side of his neck and felt undisguised horror overwhelm him as he felt the steady stream of water flowing in between his scaled and webbed fingers. Looking for answers, he once again turned his terrified gaze to his mother who was sadly smiling down at him. With a nod of encouragement, she let go of his shoulders and let him sink to the bottom. He could hear his parents talking, but was unable to make out what they were saying.

"HOW IS IT, MADS?"

"It seems to be just right. You did a good job, sweetie." Puffing his chest out proudly at the compliment, he made his way over to the side of the tank and gently knocked on the glass.

Danny was just sitting there, marveling at his new water-breathing ability, when he felt an odd vibration through the water. Looking over, he saw the smiling face of his father waving at him. Awkwardly, he waved back. When he felt a finger tap his shoulder, he looked back up to the smiling face of his mother, motioning with her hand, asking if he wanted to get out. Deciding he rather liked the feeling of the water on his scales, he shook his head no. He couldn't help but wonder, if he was already developing gills, how much longer on land did he have?