Note: I used some of the same prompts from Duality; with Danny's parents being obsessive about ghosts to the extent that they're dangerous to Dani. I also was heavily inspired by the work My True Self on fanfiction, it is not intended to copy, however. This is also based on a fan theory that everyone in Casper High has a mental illness which I read in a really good fic, and I thought I'd try to grasp at that as well.
And no, I am not saying being trans is an illness, its just a factor of the story.
Daring, nye challenging him to fly ever further unto the reaches of attainment, there remained the speckled sky, cooled by the trance beginnings of autumn's solitary grace. Underneath and adrift within the simple drift of the midnight breeze, calm in the swifting air, luminescent neon irises lit with a passion stared upon the far adrift stars. The silhouettes of tall trees surrounded his solemn figure, though the recognizable and beauticious sight of the glimmering town lights below soothed his mind in slight, his attention wavered with a deepened breath unsuited to a regulatory -standard made- human who may have walked in passing by his high up place in the trees. Breathing in with the wisping of the air, his lungs heaving as a calm from imposing anxiety came crashing abound over a peaceful night; great gasping breaths, shaking as the branches in the subtle twists of spring, he was in a panic of his own. Privately imposed, publicly ostracized under sacrilegious scrutiny under belief.
Yet still, above him, with the glittering of the cosmos he had seen the moon and the stars in twinkling tandem. Thus, with the shining sparkle still glimmering deep within the hidden secrets deep in his eyes, even as they turned to blue once more, he had come to a full understanding of himself. Therein came the hyperventilation imposing over his heart, lungs, and in mind; the knowledge that collessed in him near a reminder of his own already unnatural nature unto the world of the common man. The becautious gaze he cast towards the simple lights of his hometown. That same night, he had meandered through his bedroom walls and looked upon himself in the mirror in a vague wonderment, staring deeply into her own sky irises and ire imposed upon his own visage. Flickering them from one colour to another more times than rationale would care for, his gaze had been abstracted; hardly in focus of the fact that he stared upon himself. His fingers had brushed against the dragged mess that was his shortened hair, they'd gently touched at the flat surface that was his masculine chest, floating down to the zipper of his jeans in hesitation as the feeling resembling disgust brutalized his brain once more; as it had for too many years of secrecy.
A glare formed upon him at the action, the comprehension of feeling, and the confusion thereinlayin, it had surfaced within himself at the knowledge of his own discovery; and in spite of the late hour, he started his desktop, though he managed only to stare upon the screen of the search engine, pondering what might make comprehensible to write. Confusion constricted him, and he only sat back in his desk chair entirely uncertain of his own actions and emotions, befuddled and near hyperventilating as his chest began to constrict once more in an encompassing feeling he could only recognize as 'wrong.'For his own understanding of who he were became bemixed, turned and tilted into another manner he could not put to proper description; even under the pain of the ectoblast ciphering at his cells, the tears that had resulted from the agony of disorientation in understanding of his own half-death, did not come to surmount the clenching in his chest as he looked into himself and saw a man he did not wish to see.
It was then that his door received a gentle whisper of a knock to snap him away from the bane of a self-induced panic. Ghostly irises had almost flickered to threatening as they stared at the wood once it opened with the most quiet click; but under far more comprehensive control of his abilities he did manage to refrain. A head of ginger toned hair, and fuzzy blackened pajamas greeted his sights in revealment of his sister's slim figure. It was at that moment that his eyes let loose whatever they had been blockading from, and tears burst freely forth in a large sob that choked at his air and staggered his breathing ever further. At the sight, Jazmine Fenton shut and locked the still opened door. Immediately, sympathy soothed over her normally concentrated expression, and she came to her siblings aid with such a fast approach, no one of clear sense would question their relationship. Danny found his own fingers shaking, while his chest heaved and his hands coiled into his hair in a futile attempt to claw at his scalp for a reason, one even he couldn't comprehend. It was a plain panic, an obvious self fright that had aquamarine eyes blinking at him momentarily in concern:
Even so, Danny felt his sister's arms in a soft grip, pulling away his own hands from his delicate head, not a word of scolding or questioning reached Danny's confused ears, instead he was taken into a comforting embrace, his own arms placed protectively away from himself in ricious action, as his sister's head rested at his shoulder in comfort. Warm and soothing, though the trace of embarrassment lingered with the action for the sake of a not profoundly ingrained masculine pride; Danny ignored the vague discouragement it infringed upon his meandered mind, and therein his tears flew in liberty for the simple acceptance. He snuggled his face into Jazmine's soft shoulder and allowed himself to cry for the feelings he had always kept hidden deep, it was freeing and easy, the allowance of action and the knowledge of difference. Some comforting whispers were spoken, though none were of consequence, and in them Danny could concentrate on none of what his sister said to him in those fragile moments. Though the essence of presence in the action remained.
It was with hesitance that he'd pulled himself away from the warm hold, fear had gripped him in slight as the question he had for his sister lingered, unspoken, on his lips. It was frightful unto his own mind, for there was no phrasing he could think of to speak liberally of his dilemma, yet he knew within, that if anyone were to have an answer it would be the one who never left a book unopened, who had never allowed him to sit in ignorance. Watered, reddened, and scared though they were, his eyes in a fierce blue of made determination, stared into the woman's irises before him; those who sat in complete serenity and patience for whatever was to be said. Danny stuttered as his chest constricted once more and his irises moved to the model rocket he'd been working on for the past week. His teeth bit into his lip and nearly drew blood as fearful possibilities flew through his head as if Spectra were consoling his mind. Yet still, Jazz awaited for whatever he had to say for his unexpected breakdown, a smile grazed at the grown woman's face, one Danny had always found comfort within. Finally, resolution betook him and he stared once more into his sister's eyes with a conviction of comprehension. Nervous though he was.
"Jazz… have you ever felt…" Phrasing lost him for a moment, but he did not allow himself to fall to uncertainty, for in difference to Spektra's manipulations of self-detestment; Danny was not in a fit of self-denial, and though a frightful prospect, he knew that self admittance would only service him. "-Wrong? Like, in your own skin? Sick by it? Grossed out, by your own body?" As if in point, his trousers suddenly felt constrained by self-disgust, as his hair felt too shortened and his own lack of bodily curvature became uncomfortable. For a moment, his breath held, but his gaze did not stray from the aquamarine irises before him, determination dwindling through each silent second that passed, but still unbeaten as she continued to wait for a response. His fists coiled at his sides as nerves began to overtake his mind, uncertainty uprose; yet, in that moment, a gentle hand clasped his own, and a smile was gifted to him as his sister calmly massaged his hand.
In replying, Jazz was cautious with more of a whisper to her voice; obviously unprepared to unequivocally give an answer, "no." Even so, Danny listened close to her reply, precarious in his own situation, worry impeded him. However, with careful ear he heard nothing further from a delicate empathy encompassing his sister's tone, inwith, he felt a bright spark of hope sprung as a new blossom inside. Jazmine allowed a gentile smile curve up her lips, an easing express of sympathy Danny could recognize from years in childhood. "I know you feel that way, I've known for years now. It came to me as an answer when you were merely thirteen and I gained a mild comprehension of what I was in witness to; I had to do a slight amount of research to be certain, yet in doing so, I knew I was right, but you had to accept it for yourself, without my input- more because you wouldn't listen to me." A titter escaped her sister's mouth, and Danny found himself reluctantly joining in with a small giggle of his own. "You feel wrong don't you?" Jazmine asked in a whisper, but not for the fact that their parents slept nearby, it was a comfort, a soothing grace that Jazz felt her brother needed to hear. "Danny you wish- no, feel as if you're a girl on the inside, don't you?" For a moment, all denial surfaced, boiled bright at the forefront of his mind, yet all of the sensations he'd felt in previous brought a confirmation unto that fact- so carefully presented as a question. The manner in which his sister unintentioned explained the confusion he'd felt for years; with simplistic, uncomplicated terminology, made it all sound as if it were not a compromisable position. Discomforted, but knowing and acknowledging, he nodded; head jolted down, with eyes focused on the expanse of his floor where any disappointment or reprimand from his idol sister's lips would stab through him with a less horrific pain.
A snort came from above him, and in all his own hesitation, curiosity had him look forth. Yet, he found a grin resting easy upon his sister's familiar face, alongside sympathetic cast eyes he could not fathom. "Oh Danny, you're my br-sister, I'll support you no matter what. I want you to be happy, and you should too." Without a warning of feeling, icicle eyes began to water once more, and though an attempt was marginally made to stop the tears from flowing with a river's grace, they fell from the dam regardless, another sweeping hug was then made in desperation for comfort and gratification.
"No." She replied, even so, Danny listened close to her answer and found the empathy encompassing her tone as she spoke, and a hope sparked inside him. "But, I know you do, I've known for a few years now. It came to me when you were thirteen and I somewhat gained an understanding of what I was seeing. Danny, you feel wrong don't you?" It was a whisper, but not for the fact that their parents slept nearby, it was a comfort, a soothing grace that Jazz felt she'd needed to hear. "Danny, you wish you were a girl, don't you?" For a moment, all denial surfaced, boiled bright at the forefront of her mind, but all of the sensations she'd felt in previous brought a confirmation unto that fact, and the manner in which her sister explained the confusion she felt; in simplistic, uncomplicated, terminology, made it all sound as if it weren't an issue. Discomforted, but understanding, she nodded; head jolted down and her gaze focused at the ground where any disappointment or reprimand would -hopefully- pain her less. A snort came from above her, and in her own curiosity she looked up, and she found a grin on her sister's face, along with sympathetic cast eyes. "Oh Danny- You're my br- sister, I'll support you no matter what." Without a warning, sky eyes began to water once more, and though an attempt was made to stop the tears forming, they fell regardless, and yet another hug was made in desperation.
"Thank you~" Gratitude drifted unto him, filling him with the comprehension of… herself and the newfound knowledge that though raised as a typical made teen, her sister had no issue with her hidden truth.
"We'll go to the mall tomorrow and get you some new clothes, sound good baby sister?" It was hesitant, yet her own grin crested upon her face then, coiling her eyes in a type of joy Dani knew she had not beheld for many lingering years of secrecy. She gained a wink, "don't worry, all on me." Despite the soft nature between them both, warming as cotton in winter, delicate fingers ruffled through scuffed black hair in a warming affection, familiar so seemingly that though on their branch a green leaf had changed orange, a bond had not weakened through the knowledge. The ginger woman sat down, wavering a slight on her sister's messed mattress, for a second of long ingrained rivalry unfurling she nearly rejected the action, before the comprehension at the back of her mind gave her the rationality that perhaps Jazmine could provide her with an insight she did not yet have, so she watched with curious eyes even allowing as her sister wrapped an uncomfortable arm around her already slim shoulders. "Dani, its completely normal to have feelings like this." Jazz started with a simple voice, calm and unobtrusive, though Dani's brows marred in confusion for the statement.
"Have you?" In her own candid opinion, it was a wrongful statement to make, for within her own view Dani could not comprehend the mounting discomfort she'd been having with her own body over the last few months; being within another. Though in original, neglectful, perception she had come to assume that the emotion was a resulting symptom of the half-death befalling her, such an idea had been wisped away as the wind through a valley for it had come to her far sooner than the month of her alteration. Jazz blinked at her, finger at her lip and her eyes suddenly uncertain, which was a rare expression dani was certain she had rarely seen befall such an acknowledged bookworm.
"Well, no. But I didn't mean it that way. What I mean is many people around the world have felt as if they were born in the wrong skin, so to speak; that is, as if they had been born in the wrong body, its completely normal. You feel as if you were meant to be born female right? That, is called being transgender, in your particular case, a transwoman, its natural, and there are plenty of ways which we can get you more comfortable with your body. I will, of course, be helping in anyway I can. There are fake breasts we can get you, and I am almost certain there is a type of corset for transwomen that will get your body to be more... curvy." A giggle escaped her sister then, still the soft look she pertained remained on her face regardless. Dani grinned in good nature to the gentle gifted explanation her sibling presented, a new hope frothing in her chest that perhaps she weren't as peculiar a person as she had perceived -disregarding her ghost half- it came as a large comfort, especially in understanding that her sister had no qualms with who she was.
However, grasping deep from within all the reassurance soothing her mind, fear wrapped a rope around her thoughts as her eyes met with the carpet. "What about Mom and Dad, do you think they'll mind?" For a second, enough to waver her thoughts, the arm around her shoulder briefly loosening from a tight gripping hug. Jazmine sighing heavily as her gaze also came to meet the carpet in contemplation.
"I don't know Dani, both Mum and Dad were born in the fifties and went to school in the sixties and seventies, the eighties were more accepting- but even so, it wasn't really a known problem back then. They might have a hard time accepting, understanding it, still, I think it would be best to tell them. There is every possibility they'll take it in stride. If they don't, then I will stick by you." The newfound woman bit at her tongue for the retort uprising in discomfort, already knowing of the many ways which such a revelation could break her apart, the concepts sprouting in her head as if a warning precaution.
"If they don't? What do I do then? I'm already gay- well straight I guess, and they have no idea about that. What if all of it- everything is a problem?" With a stare striking into the ground near to blame, even as soothing circles were rubbed onto her back as a minor comfort. Ginger hair brushing gentle against her arm in astray strands, it was meager to calm, yet even so, Dani leaned into the warm touch. Waiting with shaken thoughts as she watched her sister attempt to understand the simple logic she'd newly presented, thinking only of how two years priour such an empathetic evaluation would have been impossible: Though she had only just come to the rationality at that moment, at sixteen, yet Dani had known she was discomforted by her own visage since the fragile age of twelve, even if it had just come to prominence. Dani knew both Sam and Tucker were entirely oblivious of her feelings; as she had nary considered it possible to tell them the truth, indeed, two years previous there had been a far more drastic circumstance then her issue with a lacking pair of breasts- least to her mind. Now however, as she sat alongside her sister on a crooked bed; the audacious task of speaking to her friends on a matter similar enough to a half-dead status in body, telling them of an issue of self-image did not strike as being such a valiant task.
Jazz gave her a strained look of disbelief, proportioning heavily upon her own thoughts on the matter Dani would wager. "Do you seriously think that? I mean Dad would never cast a blind eye toward you, he's too… Sweet. Maybe Mom- and I'm stretching that maybe pretty damn far little sis." It was a candid answer from where the older teen stood, and though it brought very slight easing comfort, it did provide a security of sorts in the knowledge -in the reckoning- that her father would continuously be beside her, even if it cast a small doubt unto her mother. Dani did find the response, painful as it so came; refreshingly honest. After a small sigh on her part, Jazz stood with a stretch, a large grin coming to her face alongside compassionate irises. "Dontcha worry Dani, we'll figure this all out at the mall tomorrow." She gave a smile in return as her sister turned from the door after having stepped out. "Oh! Bright and early! Let's say eight in the morning?-" The cheery-eyed ginger did not pause for the grumbled complaint the half-ghost prepared to send her way behind her, as she nary did."-goodnight sis!" Then the door slammed shut, with the sound of Jazmine's ringing optimistic persona sounding throughout the room.
Within the dawn, sweeping across the horizon of small hamlet houses and stores, the young woman awoke to a steadying breath within herself; as she recognized herself for the first time in four years of hidden truths. Then in rousing from her bed she shifted her attention in a bepuzzled irritation at her wardrobe, annoyance lingering at her mind at the amount of simplistic masculine clothes strung across the rack. Delicate fingers then grasped tight unto her shoulders, as she was spun around -for a moment almost believing a ghost to be behind her about to lift her into the ceiling and attack at random as they so often came. Her breath gave no wisp of warning in cold blue, and the hands which gripped were warm, therein she came to easily recognize her own sister rather quickly. "Need some help?" It was obviously a well intentioned question, though the unintentioned fright did have Dani's hackles rise in familiar sibling ire.
"Couldn't you have knocked?" Her glare proved ineffective as Jazz laughed along to her attitude in a knowing manner only an older sibling could provide.
"Probably, but I came to ask if you wanted me to lend you some clothes, maybe do your makeup?" The older Fenton kept her grin, though Dani could not find the source of the woman's obvious joviality. It struck a pout unto her own features, as assumption came to bring her the thought that she was the source of flared joy in her sister, a person to laugh upon, if only momentarily in her sister's mind.
"You're enjoying this aren't you?" That was when a fine brow was raised and a smirk came onto a more refined visage, resting easy as it so did when Jazmine knew the answer to a complex mathematical equation. Unequivocal knowledge.
"Naturally. Now," the youngest ghost-hunter -that is in technicality- was then escorted rather hurriedly into her sister's extensively organized room as the ginger woman behind her pushed her reluctant figure. Then shut the door with such a resounding bang, Dani doubted her escape would ever be accepted, while Jazmien shuffled busily through her own closet with a determination the navy-haired woman had only ever witnessed whence her sister was studying in vigour for a test. She blinked at the confusing sight, for she had never figured nor expected Jazmine to be at all enchanted by the prospects of fashion and clothing. Still, she did watch as the near adult pult out a charming button-up black tee-shirt with flowers in adornment decorating from front to back, alongside a fetching pair of light-denim skinny jeans with several holes strung along the front. Dani hesitated as her own emotions played through, unknowing entirely of how she should appropriate them, though she allowed herself the freedom to think of the clothes before her as a cute outfit she would like to wear; in matching with the rather casual style she already found charming upon others.
Moreof, she was more befuddled that someone with a work-orientated mindset such as Jasmine Fenton would harbor anything other then modest sweaters, and simplistic -plain- button-ups and sweatpants. It was with a shuttered calming breath that Dani did find herself grinning at her sister whilst she slipped the outfit on. It was then that Jazz came up to her with a sparkling tube of lipgloss and a palette of eye colour. The sixteen year old blinked in confusion for the sight, as she had never once before considered applying makeup -though she could recall in vivid remembrance envying other woman's pretentious colours and impressive skill. Jazz worked quick, and the colour came out simple, foundation matching her tone -for their own was similar enough, a soft pink of glittering lip gloss, and in accompanying that was a very simple- light pink nearly neutral coloured eyeshadow. In looking upon her own reflection, Dani almost found tears once again coming to water her cheeks, for it was all she had wanted of herself -a beautiful woman- even if she weren't yet curved to perfectly befit within the female image; she found herself beautiful. It made her wish to cry at the complimentary appearance even as a soft pink blush arose unto her cheeks for the new sight she saw afore her.