Back home, Jenny laments while her Sisters scheme.

"FARSE RUSE D'OH!!!" Screamed the lizard man, sending out a wave of pure ****, which tore the flesh from the victim’s bones leaving a bleach white skeleton.

Dukey watched amazed at the warrior on screen tearing through hordes of bandits with realistically gorey ease. Then turned to his controller who was watching the actions not with the salivating excitement of a 11 year old boy being allowed to play an ultra-violent game, but of a moody teenage girl too distracted by her own thoughts to pay attention to award winning mayhem.

She sat there on the floor leaning against the foot of her bed. A pair of pajama shorts (they used to be full length bottoms) loosely tied and being held up snugly by her behind and a puke green tank top which stretched across her chest enough that much of the junk food she was hap hazardly munching on disappeared into a place no man dare to go.

"Ya know two days ago you would have sold your kidney to play Sky edge."

"Would have if the 'doctor' hadn't 'required' a consent from my parents." She tilted the controller and killed 'another' dragon "For nigh unstoppable dragons they sure are easily to kill with third hand weaponry." She murmured.

"I'm just saying that you were obsessed with it. I've seen you with games you want Joh...nie..." Man that felt weird. "...But this isn't how you normally act."

"Just a game dog."

Dukey spat out his soda "JUST A GAME! Johnny..."

"Jenny." She corrected.

"WHATEVER!" He got up and stood on the bed in leu of a soapbox. "Last game you got you spent the whole weekend with your eyes pressing against the TV. Your sisters had to tranq you to go to sleep and tie you down like that Chuck Jones Cartoon about ****-feeding pigs to get you to eat! This isn't the Johnny Test I know! The Johnny Test I know is the hyperactive, scheming embodiment of a boy! He wears his cloths until they disintegrate and had to be carted around like Hannibal Lecter to get new ones. He's a thoughtless, destructive, manipulative genius, the best friend I've ever had and the embodiment of fun!"

"While all I've seen you do is mope and whine about the house, even after your mom caved and got you every, and I do mean 'every' thing you wanted that you used to have to beg for without complaint yet still aren't happy. You smell of soap and expensive shampoo, you spent an hour in the bathroom this morning getting ready to go nowhere. This room is spotless because you have the energy of a sloth. You threw out all the red gush. You are not fighting this! Your talking like a girl, your acting like a girl, and judging from the way your hips swing like a pendulum...."

She went a little pink.

"...Your moving like a girl! The Johnny Test I know....

"Jenny." She corrected again.

"....MOST CERTAINLY WOULDN'T JUST LET HIMSELF BE CALLED JENNY!!!"

"WELL I'M NOT JOHNNY TEST ANYMORE AM I!?!" She threw the remote on the floor and glared at her dog, who matched her until he saw the pinpricks of tears in her eyes. Crying, yet another thing Johnny never did (without faking) Her attempt to look angry and menacing only making her look adorable.

"I'm not Johnny Test anymore am I?! I'm not a little boy anymore am I?! This change is 100% permanent remember? Thanks to my sisters, I lost nearly all of the best years of my life! I'll never be eleven again! I'll never be Johnny Test again!"

She panted and straightened herself up. Going to reach up and fix her hair like her Mom showed her but stopped herself letting it go back to it's natural gravity defying flame look.

"Everything is different now. The dorks said that even my brain is wired like a girls." She looked down. "They said the longer I'm like this the more I'm gonna be a regular girl. All that sugar energy I had before is gone and the parts of me that said ignoring warnings and doing dangerous stuff is fun aren't as loud anymore. The way scariest thing though the longer I'm like it feels less and less weird and more normal. Like someone’s dumping in all the 'growing up' teens are supposed to do in the 7 years I missed."

She sighed deeply "The girls said it themselves, I'm Jenny for good. If I think about it all I was or could have been I'm gonna end up depressing myself. And I can't pretend like nothings different." She held up her impressive chest and letting them drop for emphasis. "So right now it’s all about trying to keep things as normal as I can, and deal with the new stuff as it comes instead of sweating it. Otherwise I'll never get anything done."

Dukey looked at his old pal for a while before answering. "Wow, that's surprisingly mature of you... Jenny."

"Like I said it's like all the stuff I missed is coming at the same time. I zoomed right past the 'awkward' part of the teenage years and into the 'young adult' which believe it or not Mom and Dad are actually helping, they're treating me like more of a grown up than Susan or Mary. I heard them talking about driving lessons the other day and my own house keys." She picked the controller again.

"Don't you already know how to drive?"

"Please. A space ship, motorboat, mechanical sea monster, moon buggy, plane and high tech go cart....and an actual car are two different things dog." She said in a 'for sure' manner.

"O...k....so they either they're trying to make you feel good about your situation...or more realistically bribe you into staying a more mature and responsible girl so you won't 'want' to turn back into the 11 year old who destroys the town on a daily basis should a cure ever turn up."

"Dunno. Probably the latter." She mumbled before handing the dog another controller. "Now play dog. The Drake Child needs someone to carry her burdens."

MEANWHILE IN THE TEST SISTERS’ LABORATORY

Meanwhile deep in the lab to much more intelligent but less physically (and as of now, perhaps even mentally) mature teenage girls worked feverishly over beakers of bubbling chemicals.

"Testing of variation 57 is will be ready in 10, 9, 8,."

The girls observed a hamster in its cage. It's fur unnaturally silky and its eyes more adorable than even a normal hamster.

"7, 6..."

The animal shuddered and morphed. Shrinking in size inas it’s fur lost its shine and it's eyes no longer lighting up the room.

"AAGGHH!" Susan screamed and snapped the board over her knee.

Mary jotted the results down. "Original female pre-pubescent subject reverts to original state after 45 minutes and 27 seconds. Approximately 5 seconds faster than with flake variation 56. And approximately 7 minutes and 2 seconds quicker than in fully grown adult subject of same gender. As well as 4 minutes and 13 seconds quicker than adult male subject"

"All while the non-fully grown male subject once again remains altered." Mary growled at another Hamster in a nearby cage. It's fur still shiny and its eyes deep as ocean’s of huggability.

"At our current rate of progress we'll have working hottie flakes that work permanently on us iiiiiiiiiiin negative three hundred years." Mary said annoyed.

"We don't have three hundred years ago. We don't have even a week before GIL SEES OUR LITTLE BROTHER!!!"

"Older Sister." Mary corrected with a bitter taste in her mouth.

"Whatever. The second Gil see's Jenny we might as well pack up the lab and open a froghurt shop." She snarled. "I refuse to lose *SIGH* Gil Nexdor to a girl who still chews like a chipmunk and laughs at fart jokes just because she finds it hard to breath in a D-cup bra!"

"Double D." Her sister corrected again.

"WHATEVER!!!" She screamed and swept her arms across the table throwing chemical to the floor causing a toxic mixture to form. "IT'S NOT FAIR!!! WERE SUPPOSED TO HAVE GIL FAWNING OVER 'US' BY NOW!!!! WERE SUPPOSED TO BE MEGA HOTTIES THAT MAKES HELEN OF TROY LOOK UGLY!!! NOT 'JENNY' TEST'S NERDY SERVENT SISTERS!!!"

Mary gasped and ran to the wall hitting the 'emergency clean up' button' which caused several robots to rush out of their storage room and scrub up to spill at the sub atomic level.

"Careful." The more stylishly haired twin warned. "Those were mutagens remember? The last thing we want is getting a bunch of flesh bending toxins in our systems right."

"Right." Susan rolled her eyes and went to get more chemicals for variation 58. Snorting a little as she did so when something irritated her nose.