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There are some things that Danny is never going to believe and this island has a habit of throwing them at him en masse to make him as disbelieving as possible of reality. When Danny wakes up, instead of being treated to a nice and leisurely morning, he wakes up, feels how his chest is smashed against Steve, gets a flood of nice little hormones, and lets out an indignant sounding shriek.

That's all he manages before pushing at Steve with a bare (and small) foot. He bolts from the bedroom and has about a moment's worth of panic before heading for the spare room to dig hurriedly through the drawers. His pajamas are falling off and the first order of business (beyond, 'freak out about being a chick') revolves around clothes. He eventually finds a smaller t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, which is around the same point that Danny thinks he hears noises -- Steve-shaped noises. He curls up in the corner of the room, trying to ignore facts coming into view (like how his hair is an enormous mess or how he seems shorter or how he is a woman and feels like a kid) and tries to hide.

His attempts are interfered with, of course, when Zulu decides to jump into his lap with a bark, forcing Danny to catch him. "Hey," he growls, not accustomed to the higher pitch, but grateful for the familiar cadence. "What the hell are you doing? Shut up!"

Danny just wishes that his stomach wasn't tumbling around and around like a goddamn washing machine at the mere thought of seeing Steve. Hormones, nerves, and a girl's body. Great. Just great. Maybe he should have stayed to check if Steve was okay, but for the moment, hiding seems the best course of action.

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Steve doesn't wake up at first, when Danny pushes away from him and starts rummaging through drawers. He's completely dead to the world as of this moment, sleeping soundly. Ever since the idea to expand on their porch hit him, he's been working in every minute of his spare time, and ironically, construction has a way of wearing him out much more than drills with the ITF or surfing might.

His internal clock is set for an earlier hour, though, and he eventually wakes up on his own, but there's some commotion as he's slowly drawn out of sleep, Zulu barking in the next room and getting more hysterical by the minute.

Steve finally gets up with a groan, shucking on some pajama pants and going to investigate. "What's up, buddy? You hun - " His half-lidded eyes snap open fully as he finds the tiny blonde girl curled up in the spare bed, her face hidden in the dog's neck.

"- gry," Steve slowly finishes, taking a few slow steps into the room and crouching next to the bed. "Okay, who are you and why are you here?"

Danny manages to lift his head away from Zulu's fur, but the look of sheer contempt and fury makes his lip curl up in a way that he's sure looks petulant. The hair is ridiculous and Danny's had to move the ring from his ring finger to his thumb because it kept slipping off. "Are you kidding me?" he whines. "Are you actually kidding me? I am tiny and a girl and...and..."

And a part of him wants to slap Steve as much as a part that wants to mount him like a tree. Hello desire, thank you for joining this barn-dance.

To say Steve is shocked is the understatement of the century, his surprise almost causing him to lose his balance as he sways back on his heels, hands bracing against the bed when he leans back in. He's ready to doubt what's right in front of him but he knows those eyes, knows that look of disgust and that voice that sounds almost exactly the same, despite being a few octaves higher.

"Danny?"

Danny rolls his eyes. "No, I'm the ghost of your first fuck," he retorts sharply, because who the hell else is he supposed to be, even if he's suddenly young and a girl and short and so many other things that he's not happy about. He possessively grips Zulu tighter, not willing to give his puppy away, even as the dog struggles.

Zulu whimpers and struggles against that grip and Steve leans in, looks into those eyes that he knows so well staring back at him, and brushes a few strands of longer blonde hair back behind Danny's ear, frowning in thought. "When did this happen?"

Danny loosens the grip just slightly, but only because he's starting to go a bit slack-jawed and useless when in close proximity to Steve when he looks the way he does with his shirt off and his pants riding low on his hips. Danny's really going to lose it soon, especially considering how his brain is currently trying to convince him to mount him against the wall or pin him to the bed. "I don't know, okay? I don't know. One minute we're asleep and the next I wake up and I'm this," he complains sharply, a buzz of heady sensation running through him at Steve's touch.

"This has got to be one of those things," Steve muses out loud. "You know, like the day of honesty before, where you just - change. Which means this is probably only temporary, right? Only a couple of days or so?" He glances over Danny's shape for a moment - smaller than before, and curvy, swallowed up in that t-shirt and sweatpants and still Danny somehow, but it's a lot to take in. "I'm sorry, D," he adds, sighing.

He's sorry, he says. He's sorry, which does nothing for Danny when he's still a girl and feels awkward and can't exactly get used to not having a dick or having breasts and instead of doing much, he lets Zulu out of his arms, picks up the cover and crawls in under it because holy god, he is mortified by some of the thoughts he is having about Steve right now. "You're sorry," he huffs out, from beneath the sheet. "That's just, that's just great, you're sorry and you're shirtless."

"What does my being shirtless have anything to do with it? Danny," Steve murmurs, getting up out of his crouch and sitting on the edge of the bed, resting a hand on a small lump that he's pretty sure is Danny's shoulder - he thinks, at least. "C'mon, you don't have to go anywhere. We can stay here, wait this out, wait until everything goes back to normal."

"Steve, that's my new tit," Danny pipes up from underneath the blanket, "and seeing as I don't have a bra on, this is kind of weird considering I pretty much want to maul you right now. That's what you being shirtless has to do with anyone. I'm still Danny Williams, I'm a girl, I think I'm younger, and I want to do you so hard."

"Oh." Steve jerks his hand back apologetically, keeping both clasped in his lap to avoid inadvertently touching anything else. "And you want to - oh. Wait, what do you mean, you think you're younger?"

Danny pops up from the blanket and gives Steve an apologetic look. "That's gonna require me to take my clothes off, so you're gonna have to see me naked for the explanation," he informs Steve. "Although we are engaged. You're allowed."

"Danny," Steve murmurs, looking a little uncertain. "Why is it going to require you taking your clothes off?"

"Because of the way age affects bodies, you dolt," Danny says back immediately, turning to look at Steve and registering the fear on his face instantly. "Oh. Well, okay, now I get it. Why are you scared?" he asks with a sigh.

"I'm not scared," Steve insists, leaning forward with a deep frown coming over his features. "It's just - something to get used to."

"You look pretty scared, Aquaman," Danny insists with a bemused smirk on his face. "I mean, looking at your face? That is fear right there." He stands up and starts to wiggle out of the pants, doing the same with the shirt.

"No, it's not fear," Steve declares, sitting up a little straighter as Danny starts to strip off clothes in front of him, and he maintains a gaze directly on his face, studying feminine features and a similarly full pair of lips. "Isn't this weird for you? How is this not weird for you?"

"Steven, it is really fucking weird for me," Danny insists as he pushes off all clothes and stands there with as straight a posture as he can, shifting his shoulders back. "But you're my fiance. And those vows you're gonna say have 'for better or worse' in there, so get with this," he snaps. "See?" he says, pinching at the tits. "They're higher than they'd be if I was still thirty-four. Rachel's aren't this high or perky. Same with my ass. I'm definitely younger."

"Danny," Steve tries again, struggling to keep his gaze at eye-level, but it's getting close to impossible with the fact that there's a completely naked, completely female version of his fiance standing in front of him. "Could you maybe try not to touch yourself right now?" he asks, swallowing visibly.

"I'm just explaining why I think I'm younger," Danny huffs out with a roll of his eyes, putting the t-shirt back on and crawling back into the sweats (still without underwear). "Steven, fear. I see it. I see it all over your face."

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"I'm not, I promise you," Steve murmurs, breathing a little easier once Danny has some clothes back on. "It's just - you. With breasts, and - other girl parts."

"You're so astute," Danny says in a deadpan, shaking his head as he crawls onto the bed and doesn't stop until he's in Steve's lap, straddling his waist and marveling at how easy it is when there's nothing much in the way. "Steven. Why are you scared of me being a girl?"

"It's not that," Steve murmurs, speaking softly when Danny's this close, all four limbs draped around his body and feeling like the weight of nothing when he sits in his lap like this. He can smell Danny's scent, still the same, still unchanged despite everything else, and he brushes Danny's hair back behind one ear again, fingertips curling along a soft and unstubbled cheek. "It's still you, though, isn't it," he admits. "I can see it."

"It better still be me," Danny insists with a scoff. "Cuz otherwise when you eventually get over your little boy fear and screw me, I'd be really upset if it wasn't me," he says, leaning into the touch and letting out a soft sound. "Keep touching my hair. Just like before," he begs.

Steve sighs, more of a consenting sound than something negative, and threads fingers through the longer hair. It's the same shade of blonde, soft and thick, and his hand trails through it until it skims down Danny's back, dipping in with the curve before flaring out along his tailbone. "Now I know it's you," he teases, beginning to smile.

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