Danny Mahealani (dannymahealani) wrote in welcomethreads, @ 2013-10-07 00:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | danny mahealani, jackson whittemore |
Who: Danny Mahealani, Jackson Whittemore (Teen Wolf)
What: Girl parts happen.
Where: Jackson's room.
When: BACKDATED to Saturday morning, the 5th.
Ratings/Warnings: TBD, likely low
Status: In Progress
Danny wasn't ready to forgive Jackson yet. But he'd never had much luck staying mad at his best friend for long. And even angry as he was, he'd still missed the asshole. So he'd bee thawing. Just not all that quickly. He'd caved in to movie night and they'd ended up marathoning Battlestar Galactica, because Danny picked and Jackson wasn't allowed to bitch about it. Danny would have subjected him to crappy rom-coms or something, but Danny would actually rather give himself a concussion than watch most of them, so he'd settled for comfort food sci-fi. He'd been somewhat stony still at the start of the night, but had broken down thanks to beer and the sheer fact that he was hanging out with his best friend. Who was admittedly a dick, but still there, at least.
By the time he was ready to crash, it was late enough that Danny took Jackson's offer to crash on his couch instead of head back to his and Lydia's room. (Possibly getting to see Jackson's superhero roommate shuffling around in the morning was not altogether a deterrent to staying, either.)
He woke up earlier than he intended, since the sun managed to hit him right in the eyes, and then grumbled, tossing off the blanket he'd borrowed from Jackson and then getting up, and almost stumbling over the hem of the jeans he'd slept in. He felt awkward and off balance and then he looked down. And realized why. "What the hell?" The voice that emerged did not sound like his. The body he was looking down at definitely did not LOOK like his.
Danny bolted for the bathroom. Or he tried to. It turned out that it was hard to do anything quickly or gracefully when your center of balance had abruptly changed, your jeans were three inches too long, and you were actively horrified. He managed to knock the bottle of half-empty beer off the coffee table with a slight crash, but ignored it in favor of just getting to a room with a mirror and a door that locked.
He made it to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him and locking it firmly before taking a deep breath and looking in the mirror. He looked. . . like his sister. Which wasn't surprising, since all three of the Mahealani kids looked vaguely alike. So looking like Shana wasn't a shock, if he were a girl.
Being female at all, however, was a big freaking surprise. A quick inspection proved that yes, he was most definitely in a body that was female. But it had the same scars on the sternum, the same birth mark on its thigh. So he was probably still himself, just. . . stuck in one of those terrible genderswap fanfics, apparently.
Danny groaned, dropping down to sit on the edge of the tub and pretend this wasn't happening. Which was, of course, when Jackson knocked on the door. "Get lost," he snapped, and then winced when he heard his own voice.
It took another half hour and the realization that he hadn't brought his PDA in when he ran into the bathroom, so he couldn't contact Lydia or Jane for help before Danny finally gave in, gearing himself before opening the door, promptly crossing his arms self consciously over his newly padded chest. "I have no idea. Yes, it's me. One word and I'll stab you," he threatened.