The voice put Danny on edge, though it didn't seem to faze the other jocks any. Pushing his way through the jocks -- and then only arriving at their chest level -- was Dash Baxter, and he looked much scrawnier than Danny remembered him being. However, upon getting a good look at him, Danny thought he looked better like that.

"What did you do to us!? Last night I was the king, and now look at me! I'm puny! I DON'T DO PUNY!" Dash squawked.

"You coulda fooled us." "HAHAHA!!"

Dash ignored them and kept going, completely ignoring the fact that he was now an antelope amongst lions. "I'm supposed to be the jock, not you Fen-turd!"

"HAH! He even insults himself!" "HAHAHA!!"

The scene was starting to draw a crowd.

Danny was already aware of the situation his inadvertent wish brought on, but seeing its effects in person was becoming an enjoyable experience for him. Danny simply stood by and smirked as Dash dug himself deeper into a hole Danny knew he couldn't get out of. He actually found watching Dash's struggle fun.

"Hey, Dan, you want us to snap Fenton out of his delusions? Or, you want the pleasure for yourself?" Several of the big guys got wicked looks in their eyes, and grew wolfish grins. Dash finally seemed to realize how much danger he seemed to be in, and took a step back, only to find his exit blocked by another big beefy body.

Being called Dan though struck a memory with Fenton, reminding him of the dark future he almost lost to. The memory of the battle with his evil older self hurt, but it didn't hurt him in that moment as much as the years of combined torment he received on a regular basis from Dash, who now stood here as a helpless wimp.

For once, both of the warring voices in Danny's head agreed on something, albeit for different reasons. "...You know what?" Danny finally replied. "I think I'll take care of him myself."

The fellow jocks cheered Danny on in a truly mean-spirited way, as they awaited what Danny had in store for the runt.

Danny grabbed Dash by the collar of his shirt, as Dash had done to him many times before. Inside he was surprised he could so easily lift him up; outwardly all he had was a sick, twisted grin on his face as he watched Dash squirm in the clutches of his fist.

"Fen... ton... Stop... This isn't right..."

Dash struggled in Danny's big fist, his loose shirt pulled up to reveal the scrawny body underneath.

His weak hands grabbed at the canned ham sized fists, and at the big beefy arms, not even putting a dent in the hard flesh.

A blackness seemed to start spreading through Danny, and it felt uncannily like his ghost sense, but... wrong. Dark. Corrupted. It compelled him to keep going, encouraged him to take the next step, to delve into his inner bully.

"You don't know just how long I've been waiting for this..." Danny said in a vile manner, as he held Dash, and the rest of his fellow jocks, in suspense. "Or maybe, you're the only one who truly does..."

Flashing through Dash's mind were some of the memories from all the times he had beaten up, wedgied, swirlied, and shoved Danny into a locker, along with the other things he had done to 'Fen-turd'. As Dash reflected on all these thoughts, a new thought came into his head, one that he had never known before; one that told him that he deserved this.

"Take your hands off my little brother!"

The jocks and Danny looked around, wondering where the protest came from. Dash smirked and folded his arms as the circle of jocks opened up to reveal Jazz, Danny's older sister... or, if what she said was correct, former older sister. As the angered adolescent walked in to face Danny, Danny began to realize that his wish must have swapped their families too. While it didn't register to him when what was apparently Dash's dad -- now his -- yelled at him earlier, seeing a face he knew so well be so foreign to him let it really sink in. Perhaps this all wouldn't be as great as he thought it would be.

"You should be ashamed of yourself, picking on someone else only because you�re bigger than they are. All it really shows is how insecure you are in your own appearance. You have to build yourself up physically and socially just to feel important."

"Well, I have news for you Daniel Baxter, not everyone has to look like an overstuffed couch, or pick on others, to be respected by their peers."

"You could do so much good with your life, and instead you waste it."

She was completely fearless, staring Danny right in the face a full head taller than her, poking him in the pec, and waving a finger under his nose. With just a look, she had knocked all the jocks down a peg.

"Is this how you would want to be treated? What if Dash was the jock, and you weren't?"

She may not have been his sister anymore, but she could still deliver a damn good talking-to. Danny began to feel ashamed of himself as Jazz reminded him of his time on the other side of the equation. If only she knew how Dash had treated him...

As the dark power faded from his body, Danny put Dash down, but he still had to save face with the jocks.

"This isn't over..." he tried to come up with a decent insult. "Dweeb."

"Good. Now, maybe if you behave yourself for a while, I'll continue tutoring you. Of course, that won't help if you keep missing classes." At this point the other jocks were starting to chuckle at Danny being put in his place.

Meanwhile, Dash had started to slink away, trying to save some of his dignity.

"This isn't over Fen-turd..." he whispered under his breath.

He was joined by two other familiar faces, as Sam and Tucker moved to his side. Zoning Jazz out, Danny hears Sam, "Dash, what were you thinking!?"

Tucker, "Yeah, that was like a chihuahua picking a fight with a gorilla."

Dash continued to storm away, "Shut up, losers."

This left both friends standing in his tracks in shock.

"What's gotten into him?" Tucker asked, confused.

Danny looked on at Sam and Tucker, now his former friends, his abject shame turning into a more general sadness.

"And one more thing...."

The warning bell rings.

"You need to put on some underwear." Jazz whispers in his ear, just loud enough for the others to hear, before marching off to class amid hysterical laughter.

Danny checked his pants, and he realized that in his haste to get out the door that morning, he indeed forgot to put on underwear. Standing there in his tight skinny jeans, he could clearly see the bulging silhouette of his beast pressed tight to the inside of his jeans by his huge thighs. He was wondering why his junk felt like it was rubbing against something different this morning.

It took a full class period for Danny to shake off his feelings from his first confrontation with the new Dash. Afterward, the bell rang, which meant another trip through the halls, yukking it up with the popular kids he passed on the way.

Despite the events of the last passing period, one student remained on the warpath.
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For now, you can catch up with the beginning of the story, and read the rest of chapter 3 in its full NSFW glory, over on the stories section of his blog. (direct link)