It's me! Axis23! And I had to say that at least once before … you know what, you'll find out. Anyway, I really like this chapter and it's not just because I like torture … actually I think that's exactly why it is. But anyway, I've been having some … trouble with thoughts in my stories lately, I put them in italics in the original draft but when I transfer it online, it undoes that making me have to do it again and when I do it again it undoes it again so my point is this, tell me if there are any thought sections in this chapter that aren't in italics please. And with that, I move to the reviews.

Sabrina06: Wow, that is ironic, kinda funny too.

Dreadwing216: That was the strangest chapter you've ever read? Read EpicThoth3's's story Power of the Pen, come back here and say that again.

TAGirlie: *Watches Phineas run out the door.* Did you have to scare Phineas like that? Now he refuses to appear in this chapter. I also don't think he fully understood what you said but you scared him something fierce.

Phinabellaguy123: Yeah, it has been a while, I remember back in the day when this fandom was bigger but … well … we don't talk about AYA.

Demonic Angel DA: I have no intention of giving up on it.

Disclaimer: Phineas and Ferb characters belong to Dan Povenmire and Jeff "Swampy" Marsh.

Erick and story belongs to me

Beta read by Sabrina06

(Isabella's POV)

(The next day)

It was mid-morning, Ferb and I had finished eating our breakfast and I was thinking about something Phineas had told me earlier, while sitting under the tree alone. "Do guys really have it as bad as girls?" I laughed at the thought. "No way, girls defiantly have it worse." I shifted to the side a bit, then back to where I was. "Why can't I get comfortable?"

It was at that moment that Ferb came out of the house and gave me a strange look. "You do know that we are supposed to meet everyone soon, right?"

"What do you want me to do?" I asked. "I'm not Phineas even if I am in his body."

"That's not what I meant." He retorted. "We're going to the batting cages and you should get your … or … Phineas's baseball equipment."

"Do I have to?" I asked with a moan.

"You do. Unless you want Buford, Baljeet, Irving, and Django to know that you and Phineas swapped bodies."

"Fine!" I said in defeat. "What do I need to bring?"

"You will need Phineas's baseball bag, everything you will need will be in there."

"All right." I said as I got up and went into the house.

I managed to find Phineas's black baseball bag in his closet. I picked it up and noticed that it was much heavier than it looked. "What's he got in this thing? Bricks?" I asked myself as I threw it over my back which made me lose my balance and fall sideways. I managed to regain my balance and made my way to the front door, where Ferb was already waiting with his baseball bag. "I see you managed to get ready." I said as I stopped for a brief rest.

"Did you remember a water bottle?" He asked.

I opened Phineas's bag and began searching. After about a minute, I found an empty plastic water bottle. "I guess I should fill this up." I said before heading to the kitchen. After I filled my water bottle, I walked back to the foyer and notice that Erick had arrived.

"So are we going to head out or what?" He asked.

"Wait." I began. "Shouldn't we wait for the others?"

"We're going to meet them at the field." Ferb said as he turned toward the door and opened it.

"Wait!" I retorted. "You said that it was a batting cage, why are we going to a field?"

Erick looked at Ferb and shook his head. "Isabella … the batting cage is at the field."

"Well why didn't you say that?" I asked.

"Because it wasn't necessary." Ferb said as he continued opening the door.

We all began walking until we finally reached the nearby baseball field to find that Baljeet, Buford and Django were already there. Baljeet and Django were taking in some practice throws while Buford was taking some practice swings. "Took ya long enough." Buford retorted.

"You know you could have started without us." Erick said as he put his stuff down next to the cage.

"No luck." Buford responded. "The machine is broken; engine's blown to bits so we're not getting any hitting in unless one of us is going to throw." Buford said as he smirked in Erick's direction.

"Is that a challenge Buford?" Erick asked.

"I'm game if you are." Buford retorted as he walked up to Erick with his chest out.

Erick pulled out his glove and stood up. "Game on Buford."

Buford put on his helmet and walked over to the field. "Today's the day Tribulationis-Factorem." Buford said as he got into batting position. He paused for a moment then sighed. "Your last name's no good for challenging, you know that?"

"Yes, yes I do." Erick said as he stepped up to the plate.

The rest of us brought our stuff over to the dugout and watched as Erick threw a few practice throws. There was a few moments where neither of them were doing anything, like the calm before the storm. Then in the blink of an eye, Erick steps back with his left leg, lifts his right leg up, and then throws the ball at such a speed that it seemed to have disappeared. There was the sound of it hitting the back fence but nothing before that. "Whoa." I said as I looked at a disappointed Buford, who obviously missed the ball. "I didn't even see the ball."

"Quit joking around with us Phineas." Baljeet said from right next to me. "You always see Erick's pitch and usually tell us whether or not it was good or not."

I looked at Baljeet, I was at a loss for words. I might have had Phineas's eyes but not his attention to detail, so there was no way that I could tell if the pitch was good or not. "Well I guess Erick must be getting faster because I couldn't see a thing."

"Come on! I still have two more strikes before I'm out." Buford said as he threw the ball back to Erick.

"You're in such a rush to lose Buford." Erick said as he caught the ball.

There was another moment of silence until Erick once again threw the ball. Once again it hit the fence but this time, Buford didn't swing at it. "That one was out of the box." Buford said as he went to pick the ball up.

"No it wasn't." Erick retorted. "It was clearly in the box."

"It flew right by my head, you call that in the box?"

"It was just below your shoulders Buford, it wasn't out of the box."

"How can they tell?" I asked. "It was moving so fast that I could barely see it that time."

Buford looked over to me with a leer. "Yo Dinnerbell, was it in or out?"

My eyes went wide as I began to feel cold. "Um … I couldn't see it." I said as I scratched the back of my head.

Buford looked at me, dumbfounded, then sighed. "You know what Buford." Erick began. "You didn't swing so let's not count it against you."

Buford threw the ball to Erick and grunted. "Fine, but you better keep an eye on it this time Dinnerbell!"

I began to feel worried as I looked at Erick who was getting ready to throw the ball again. What am I going to do? I thought. There's no way I can- without another thought, Erick threw the ball faster than I could see only this time Buford actually swung at it so it was defiantly a strike.

"You think you're so clever, don't you?" Buford asked.

"What do you mean?" Erick asked.

"You threw a screw ball so I would think that it was out again but by the time I realized it, it was too late."

"Even if I did, which I did not, it doesn't matter, it's another strike." Erick retorted.

Buford threw the ball back and got ready. "Give me your worst."

Erick smiled. "You asked for it." Once again, he threw the ball only this time I was able to see it faintly but Buford still missed it.

"DAMN IT!" Buford exclaimed as he threw his bat at the ground.

He began marching over to Erick only to stop suddenly for some reason. I looked over to Erick who was on his knees holding his right shoulder. "What happened?" I asked.

Buford ran over to Erick and quickly examined him. "You threw your arm out, didn't ya?"

"I think it's my elbow too." Erick said as he cradled his elbow to his stomach.

Django walked over and stopped a few feet from Erick. "Is he going to be all right?" He asked.

"I'll be fine." Erick responded as he got up. "But we're going to need another person to pitch."

"We'll just have to rotate." Baljeet answered. "Batter out pitcher in."

"Say what?" I whispered to Ferb.

"After ten good throws, the pitcher becomes the batter, the batter sits out, and the next person in becomes the pitcher."

"It would make more sense if we did it the other way seeing as Erick can't bat right now either."

"I've been warming up for half an hour, I'm not about to sit out after one round." Buford said as he stood up.

"All right then. Ferb, you should pitch next." Erick said as he made his way over to the dugout.

"Wait." I asked. "What are we going to do about catching the ball?"

Everyone looked at me, confused. Ferb pulled out the ball and showed that it was one of the balls that he used during the whole Meep thing; and that they could have it return at will.

Ferb got out his glove and stepped up to the plate while everyone else went back to the dugout. After two strikes and eighty hits, Buford finally came over to the dugout and Ferb went to put his helmet and some gloves on. "So, who's going to pitch next?" I asked.

"Why don't you go next?" Baljeet asked.

I looked at Baljeet incredulously. "Um … well … thing is …"

"Don't chicken out Dinnerbell." Buford said as he threw me the baseball.

I looked around and sighed. Looks like there's no way out of this. I thought to myself.

I got Phineas's glove out and walked up to the pitcher's mound. This might not have been the first time I threw a baseball, as a matter of fact I was the first to get my 'Baseball Throwing' patch. However, I was never that good at pitching, and I wasn't accustomed to Phineas's body in the slightest. I would have assumed that I would have grown accustomed to it by now, but no such luck. I got ready to throw the ball and began to throw a few practice pitches. After a few bad throws, I managed to get the hang of throwing the ball in Phineas's body and was getting them in the box. I managed to get through ten throws and soon enough it was my turn to hit.

"All right." I said as I grabbed a helmet. "Time to get some hits in." I began putting on the helmet but it was very difficult. As I fumbled around with it, I remembered something very important. "I have a triangle for a head." I said quietly. "How am I supposed to get this helmet on?" It was at that point that I felt someone tap me on the shoulder and hold a helmet in front of me. As I turned around I noticed that it was Ferb and he had a very annoying smile on his face.

"Forgetting something?" He asked.

"Ha, ha." I said as I snatched Phineas's specialized helmet and put it on.

I walked up to the plate and took a few practice swings. By the time I was done, I saw that Django was on his way to the pitcher's mound and was already ready to throw.

He took a step back and I brought the bat back. While I managed to throw a ball, I never really hit a ball before; but I figured that it couldn't be that hard. Django got ready, threw the ball, and I swung only to hit nothing. I looked behind myself and noticed that I had missed the ball.

"Don't forget to keep your eye on the ball Phineas." Erick said from the dugout.

I looked over to him then back at Django. I admit that I actually had my eyes closed for that. In retrospect, that probably wasn't a good idea.

I threw the ball back to Django and got ready for his next pitch. When it finally came I kept my eyes on the ball the whole time but still missed it with the swing. "I'll get it next time." I said as I threw the ball back to Django.

Django took a deep breath and leaned forward. I kept a close eye on him and when he threw the ball, I kept my eye on it the whole time and brought my bat right to it. This isn't so hard. I thought in that second when my bat collided with the ball. And Phineas said- My thoughts were interrupted by a sudden pain which coursed through my hands as the bat vibrated violently. I dropped the bat, in pain, as I looked at my hands. Before I could fully comprehend what I had done, I felt the bat land on my foot; which sent a surge of pain through my foot as well. I grabbed my foot and began hopping about, only to trip over home base and fall on the bat that I had dropped. My lips, which I had bit closed, opened and released screams of pain.

I felt a presence come over me and looked up to see that it was Ferb. "Are you okay?" He asked.

"I'm in pain if that's what you're asking." I whimpered.

"That is why we wear batting gloves." He helped me to my feet and over to the dugout, Buford was laughing hysterically and even Erick and Baljeet were holding in their laughter.

"Glad to see you guys are enjoying my pain." I said as I took a seat.

"Don't be such a woman." Buford retorted.

I was taken aback by his comment. "Excuse me?" I shot.

"So you forgot batting gloves, a bat fell on your foot, and you fell onto a bat. It's not the most painful thing that could have happened to you." Erick began. "Not to mention, these bats are made of wood."

I looked away and shook my head. "Well maybe it was worse than you thought."

"And now you're complaining like a girl." Buford added.

"Excuse me?" I shot again.

"You throw like a girl, you hit like a girl, you take pain like a girl, and now you're complaining like a girl."

"That last one is kinda stereotypical." I huffed.

"All the same, men don't usually get much sympathy for pain; in case you forgot."

I looked to the side. Well that's something that boys have to put up with. I thought as Baljeet walked up to take my place.

We continued on for a few more cycles until I was feeling up to combing back into the cycle. I joined back in right when Ferb was hitting, so I was still in the same position I was in before. I stepped up to the plate and began to get into the zone. All right Isabella, no one is going to comfort you when you end up in pain but you don't need any comfort, you're in Phineas's body now and you are going to prove that being a boy is much easier than being a girl. I took one final breath and threw the ball. Ferb hit the ball sending it screaming across the ground in my direction. I quickly threw my glove on the ground to catch the ball and prove to Buford that Phineas wasn't a wimp. Unfortunately for me though, the ball rolled up the right side of my glove and nailed me right between the legs. I felt a pain so immense that it forced me to the ground into the fetal position. My eyes began to water as they shut tight and my lips were bit closed. The pain didn't go away and honestly felt like it was getting worse. I felt the need to throw up and honestly I think I would have if my mouth wasn't squeezed shut. As I opened my eyes slightly I noticed that Ferb, Erick, and Django were standing over me and Buford and Baljeet were not far away.

"You okay Phineas?" Django asked.

I tried to make a sound but nothing came out.

"Give him some space." Buford said as he walked over. "Geeze, I say men never get sympathy and the one incident that deserves sympathy happens, what are the odds?"

After some time the pain subsided slightly, and I was able to make my way over to the dugout; with some help.

"All right, I think that's enough for today." Erick began. "Let's hit the ice-cream parlor and cool off."

Erick and Ferb helped me collect my stuff and we all made our way to the ice-cream parlor, around the corner, and ordered some ice-cream. Even after all the time that had passed, I was still in pain. All right. I thought. Maybe the debate about who has it worse is … undecidable.

And that is the end of the chapter. As some of you know I will be altering my pen name slightly soon and in case you're wondering, I have nothing special planed for when that happens. If I so happen it post something on that day then it happens but nothing special is planned as of this moment. But I digress, this chapter is actually the last thing I will post as Axis 23. It's kinda sad really, so much has happened this year and … I can't … I simply can't. I will see you all later but until then … Axis23 is signing out, see you on the flip side.

Hello, my name is Axis23 and I enjoy being overly dramatic.

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