Danny's ghost side is bleeding over to his living side. With Danny becoming more and more ghostly, he's come across a problem he did not foresee being one.

Ghosts form based on how they feel, on what is Right for them.

Danny, a trans teenager who definitely hasn't gotten any surgeries or even started HRT (he's nervous, okay?! What if male pattern baldness runs in his dad or mom's family and he's the one who gets it, huh?!), wakes up to find that he no longer has tits.

Also, he's starting to grow scruff on his face.

But his fully supportive parents have no idea.

It is, Danny thinks, the strangest thing in the world to wear a binder with nothing for it to bind, or to hide shaving cream and razers in his backpack to shave his face in secret.

Which is why he has no idea how to explain himself when his mom walks in while he's shirtless and tossing the binder on the bed.

She stares at him.

He stares at her.

She narrows her eyes.

He starts to sweat.

She crosses her arms.

"Ghosts did it," Danny blurts, unthinking.

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