"Scott? Derek? Issac?" Stiles's voice was merely a whisper. He had been out looking for the three werewolves all night. The moment the sun had set, the three had run off leaving the young man to fend for himself. He, as the king of awkwardness, had gotten himself lost within moments. He had been wandering for what seemed like hours, but was probably only a hour or two at the most. Think! Just clear your mind and let your senses lead you! Everything was gently shoved from his mind, and as he focused intently he began to hear a buzzing sound. Opening his eyes he he allowed his hearing guide him. Once he was getting closer, the faint glow of a campfire came into focus. A harsh and foul stench wafted towards him, leading Stiles to believe this was no ordinary fire. He tumbled forward and a branch came up and smacked him across the face. Son of a bitch! His hand raced up and coddled his now bleeding cheek. When I get my hands on Scott, there will be hell to pay. Stiles grumbled to himself a while but continued. Finally he stumbled into the circle, well more of a pentagram, but Stiles wasn't really paying attention.
"Stiles get out of there!" Derek and Scott both yelled in unison. Four yellow eyes and two red ones widened in horror as just one drop of blood rolled off his cheek and onto the wolfs bane in the center of their incantation star. A blinding hot light exploded around Stiles, his body instantly being drained of energy. Derek? The world began to fade around him, and Stiles was lulled into a gentle sleep. All three men broke from their positions and rushed to the mortals side. Scott reached him first, followed instantly by Derek. Issac merely stood a ways away and watched, his gaze filled with spite. "Dude! Stiles are you ok?" Scott's hands flew to Stiles's face. "Please be ok, please be ok!" Scott became frantic with each passing moment. A gruff hand fell on Scotts shoulder. "You aren't going to help him that way, go home, I'll be taking it from here." Scott looked to his best friend, but reluctantly got up and went home.
"He looks better like this." Issac snickered in the background. Derek whipped around while a growl ripped from his throat. "Get out! I'm sick of putting up with your crap, Issac!" There wolves had an interior battle. Slowly the beta wolf backed down, and Issac slunk off into the night. Derek brought his secret love into his arms, and carried him back to the house. Laying Stiles down was difficult. The only good bed in the entire home was a nothing more than a rickety cot, and Derek didn't want to wake his sleeping beauty. He'd been putting off telling him, but an alpha only was given one mate and Stiles just happened to be his. A small groan rose from his angels lips. "Be brave Stiles, you're gonna need it."
Did I get hit by a ton of bricks? Slowly he forced his eyes opened. The sun streaming through the window was enchanting, but was only making his pounding headache worse. Slowly he brought his hand to his head. He ran his fingers through his long hair. Wait, I don't have long hair! Stiles leaped up from the cot and ran across the room. His small delicate hands trembled as he slowly tugged at the dusty and worn sheet that had been concealing a mirror for ages. As the sheet fell away, Stiles let out a gasp of shock. Looking back from the mirror was a teenaged girl, roughly sixteen years old. She had a thick but short pixie cut with shoulder length bangs. Her chestnut hair set off her mahogany eyes and small perky nose. Her full lips tied in her numerous beauty marks with a sweet and soft cascading glow. She barely reached five foot four, but she had strong shoulders and large breasts. She had an athletic build with a large round butt. The girl looking back at him was adorable, but that did nothing more than raise his panic. "Derek?" His voice was shaky and deeper than most girls, yet it was unmistakably feminine. This can't be happening! God please tell me this isn't happening! The only thing he could do now was reach up and squeeze the magically there breast. Fuck! It has feeling! "Derek! Where are you?!" All he could do was shake anymore.
Derek peeked around the corner and chuckled to himself as he watched Stiles fondle his own boob. "Any reason you're suddenly fascinated with boobs? I mean, your own boobs." Derek chortled from the corner. "Good God!" Stiles nearly jumped through the roof. "We need to buy you a set of bells for around your neck!" Stiles grimaced at him. Derek laughed loudly, "Easy Bambi, no need to get upset." The grimace lines in her forehead only deepened. "Care to explain this!?" Stiles motioned towards his new found breasts. "You got nosy and entered a sacred wolf pentagram. When a humans blood is shed in the center of the star a magical transformation occurs. Sometimes you become a werewolf, others you gain weird abilities like flying and the ability to see into the future, and just like you some cause gender swapping." Slowly Derek moved forward. "So how do I fix this!?" She was obviously becoming more and more peeved. "Generally you have to overcome an internal conflict that you haven't even recognized yet. As of now, you are a full fledged woman and with all the working parts." Derek couldn't help but smirk. Stiles's eyes widened and he aggressively grabbed his groin. "So I'm being forced into doing all things feminine until I can fix this!?" Stiles's voice began to rise. "Yea, and before you ask, yes you do have to go to school. You will be posing as a transfer student named Bambi Moore. You're parents have recently divorced and you are living with your mother Chelsea Davis in her family home out here in the woods. You don't have any siblings and you're anti social. You will be able to hang out with Scott, but try not to be around to many people." Her mouth dropped. "Close your mouth Bambi, you're attracting flies. Scott will be here in ten minutes, he already knows so don't be bashful." With that Derek strode out of the room and left Stiles to ponder his new existence.
A car horn blared from outside, and Stiles slowly descended the stairs and walked out onto the front porch. The McCall car sat idling about fifteen feet from the house. Scott's head slowly peaked up from behind the car. "You look pretty hot as a chick." Stiles shot him a glare. "Sure, make me feel worse!" Her eyes narrowed. "I'm trying to make you feel better! If anything you should be happy that you got great boobs." Scott's crooked grin made Stiles feel slightly better, but tears still threatened to run. Scott looked at her and frowned, "You helped me get through becoming a werewolf, so I'm going to help you get through being a woman." Scott gently patted his best friends shoulder. Stiles threw his arms around Scott and began sobbing uncontrollably. "I..I hate b..being a..a wom..woman!" His wails were muffled by Scotts coat. "Y..you are sur..surrounded by mi..mixed emoti..emotions!" Stiles only nuzzled closer to Scotts chest. "Dude, pick yourself up and lets head out." Scott encouraged Stiles's happiness. Slowly she looked up and wiped her nose. "I have no idea what the hell that was!" Her eyes widened in astonishment. "You should see Allison on good days dude." Scott couldn't help but chuckle. Stiles let out a very feminine giggle. "Are you sure you can handle two women on your shoulders?" Scott vigorously nodded but then pointed to the mall. "Wanna get some clothes? You cant stay in your red sweatshirt forever." She sighed and nodded, "We are not shopping at any fru fru store! Do you hear me?" Scott couldn't help but laugh at this. "Fine, as long as you don't start crying again." Their playful banter made Stiles feel as if nothing was wrong. "Dude thanks for helping me." "Just shut up and get out of the car." Stiles's eyebrows raised up.
Standing in the epicenter of the mall Stiles tried to hide behind Scott. Grabbing his wrist Scott dragged Stiles to Zumez. "What if I don't like these clothes?" "Shut up Stiles, you're being a girl." Scott muttered in between a laugh. After what seemed like forever, Scott finally managed to get Stiles to buy three graphic tees and two pairs of skinny jeans. "Come on Bambi! These are awesome!" Stiles shook his head, "I don't think red sparkly converse are gonna do it for me." "Just get the damn shoes!" Scott grew impatient. "Fine, if I didn't know any better I'd say you were the one with a brand new set of ovaries!" Stiles tripped over a chair and fell down on the cold ground and burst into a set of hysterical laughter. Finally she peered up through tears and saw a annoyed and concerned Scott. "Oh just be happy I'm still making wise cracks." Her lips grew into a large grin. "Fine, but you're even more annoying as a girl." Stiles stuck her tongue out, "Yea, but now I can get away with more!" After making their purchases they headed back to the McCall house.
"Mom! I want you to meet my new friend Bambi!" Scott called. Stiles instantly punched him. "Dude! She's gonna know its me! Come on, we've been best friends forever, you really think she doesn't know who I am?" Scott shrugged it off, "She needs to know your living here until you settle this conflict of yours, so we better tell her now." A curly headed woman peeled around the corner. "Hi Bambi! I'm Melissa McCall, Scotts mom." Her smile faded the moment she really looked Stiles up and down. "Ok, you two aren't getting away with this. This is clearly Stiles and I don't know how he's come to be a girl, and I don't want to know." She walked away, and once she was out of sight Stiles stuck his tongue out. "Told you so." "Man, you even sound like a girl now." Scotts mother howled with laughter from the other room. "Can you go steal some of my old clothes from my dads house?" Stiles prodded. "Yea, I already have Derek over there getting most of your possessions." Scott began to explain. Reaching over Stiles drew Scott in for another hug. Her sobs began again, but this time neither of them said anything for a while. "W..what am I..I gonna do abo..about my d..dad?" She finally broke the silence that had graced them. Scotts hand gently ran through Stile's hair, "Well, for right now we need to pretend like your a missing person." Stiles tried to hide his sniffling, "Just after my mom died, I promised my dad I would never leave him." A sob raked through him, "I broke that promise Scott." Scott kept comforting her, "You didn't fail him Stiles. I promise." Stiles let go of her the moment she heard a heavy knock. "What?" She growled as she opened the door. Derek's unhappy face looked back. "Here's your stuff Bambi, now leave me alone." He was expressionless but the venom in his voice was prominent. "Fine, go to Hell!" She slammed the door in his face. Scott raised an eyebrow him, "Moody much?"
Later after everything had settled down, Scott had helped Stiles decorate his new room and make it feel like home. "Dude, do you need anything else?" Scott asked him once again. Stiles shook her head again. "Ok, I'll see you in the morning." Scott gently shut her door and went to his own room. Stiles brought his knees up to his chest and sang the song his mother used to sing to him when he was just a little boy. Finally he slipped into his pajamas and performed his nightly rituals before he curled up into a small ball in his bed and nodding off to sleep.
Okay! So this is the beginning of a short story I wanted to do for Teen Wolf. There will be more Sterek action in the coming chapters, peace!