A/N: OO Holy… sixteen reviews in 17 hours! That's more than some of my fics have gotten in months! Well… I guess I have no choice but to continue then! I guess I should say thanks to Knowledge in the Hollow Noggin, FrizzandStarfireBFFS, cutereviewgirl, Deleila, BlueMyst19, zombie-rodeo-frog, AirGirl Phantom, The Great Susinko, aryasaphira, SamuraiSirius, ur1crazedupfruitloop, Mr. Average, and GhostAnn! Thank you all so much. Also the point about women being more sensitive than men is true as men have 70 more thicker skin than women and as such women are more sensitive overall.

Sam and Danny had gone their separate ways, much to Danny's annoyance Sam had mostly been laughing at him about how he would be forced to eat his own words about men and women being equal.

Danny sighed and flopped back on his bed, what had he done to deserve this? Well... what had... she done? Danny groaned and rolled over, no, he was a he inside, regardless of this... female exterior. He walked over to the mirror and stared at himself.

He was much the same height and build at he was before, short and skinny, there wasn't much one could do about genetics he supposed, in truth he was only a few chromosomes away from how he was before, and how much difference could that make? He looked down again, his chest was once again obstructing his field of vision, it was hard to see his waist without leaning in an odd way, and apparently it made a lot of difference. His hair was longer now it finished at just about chest... level...

Slowly a thought crept into his head, it was his body after all... just one look couldn't hurt could it? He leaned over and closed the door to his room. After pausing for a moment he tugged of his usual white T-shirt (at least his clothes hadn't changed much) and stared. Maybe... maybe, he thought after a while, maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all...

It was at this point that Sam was having a problem, a big problem. She needed to go badly, REALLY badly. Sam looked towards the bathroom desperately, how exactly did this male anatomy work when it came to... you know... going? Did she have to do anything special? Cautiously Sam entered the bathroom, how did guys do this? Think logically Sam, guys can do this standing up so let's start from there... Sam undid the top of her jeans and unzipped the zipper.

"Ah yes." Sam said to no-one in particular. "Boxers..." Sam stared down at the offending underwear and was increasingly aware of the need to pee. How did guys do this with their underwear on? Sam bent over to examine the boxers closer, there must be someway to get... it... out. After all men wouldn't just whip their trousers and underwear off themselves in public would they? ...Would they?

"DANNY!" Jazz shouted angrily as she pounded on the bathroom door, "Get outta the shower! You've been in there for like an HOUR! And Sam's on the phone anyway!" Jazz shouted louder. The door opened and a very happy looking Danny emerged from the bathroom.

"I'll get it from the phone in my room." Danny smiled happily, it was good to be a girl, he had a feeling that he'd be taking a lot more showers now. Danny strolled into his room and tossed the towel aside and wandered across to the phone naked.

"Hey Sam, having fun?" Danny asked with a grin.

"It sounds like you are." Sam replied flatly.

"Maybe, having trouble are you?" Danny asked with mock innocence.

"Shutit. How do boxers work?" Sam demanded testily.

"Ah. Gotta go do you?" Danny grinned realizing that this could be fun.

"Yes okay!" Sam snapped as the urgency rose in her voice.

"You know, I must have used up SO much water in that shower, all that water just gushing out of the shower. Just like a waterfall or something. But you know the problem with my shower, it's so hard to switch off. It just keeps dripping constantly. Drip, drip, drip." Danny said slowly, with some satisfaction he heard Sam scream in frustration and drop the phone and run off. With a chuckle he switched off the phone and hung it back up on the hook.

"Danny! Dinner!" his mothers voice shouted up the stairs, Danny threw on a dressing gown and eagerly ran downstairs, he was starved.

He shoveled food into his mouth as fast as possible, barely chewing at all until-

"Danny!" His mother scolded him.

"What?" Danny asked as gravy dripped down his chin.

"I didn't raise you like an animal Danny, eat properly." His mother said frowning at him. Danny was confused for a moment, he'd always eaten this way and his mother had never called him an animal before. Then it dawned on him, boys were allowed to be messy and sloppy with their eating, but girls weren't. That did seem slightly unfair but... it was only a little thing after all, certainly nothing to go waving a feminazi banner over! He straightened up and began to eat slowly, his mother smiled happy again.

Danny laid back in bed and snuggled down into the covers, enjoying the feel of the soft sheets on his skin.

"I guess it's true." He murmured quietly. "Women are more sensitive than men..."

He snuggled further into the duvet, he would find that ghost tomorrow... provided that this whole thing didn't wear off by then, after all how long could it last?

As Danny awoke in the morning he found himself to still be female, getting out of bed with a yawn he resolved to catching that ghost after school. But first he had to get dressed. Pulling open his chest of drawers he examined the wide array of underwear in front of him, he gulped, they were all so... small... Picking up a pink lacy one with his finger he winced, that looked like it wouldn't be all that comfortable to wear. Why did they have to wear all this different underwear? It was so much simpler with male underwear, boxers or briefs and that was the end of it. Though he'd never argue that this stuff would all look very nice on a girl but... eesh.

Mind you though, if he didn't go ahead with wearing this stuff Sam would accuse him of something or another. Oh well... as they say, when in Rome...

Sam rolled out of bed late, pulled a brush through her hair, it was still about the same length as goth fashion was fairly equal in terms of hairstyles. Eyeliner followed as it had when she was a girl, to be fair the only real difference in her wardrobe was trousers instead of skirts. With a grin she wondered how Danny was doing.

Danny Fenton at that present moment was attempting to wrestle a bra onto himself, it was easy enough at first, arms through the straps but the buckle at the back was giving him trouble. How was he supposed to buckle something that small onto his own back when he couldn't even see it? And more to the point what MORON designed it that way? In frustration he threw the offending thing across the room and pulled his shirt on anyway. It's not like anyone would notice anyway.

It in fact turned out to be a very cold day, it was at this point that Danny discovered something new about female anatomy, mainly the reason why bra's are useful when it's cold. With his arms folded firmly over his chest he entered school.