Summary: Regina steals a shape shifting spell from Gold's pawn shop, not fully aware of all the consequences, with the sole intention of changing her life, because living the same day for 18 years is, to put it lightly, boring. And thus, Ryan Mills is born, and he meets eighteen-year-old Emma Swan in a fated bar in Boston. What happens after that fateful one-night stand?
Disclaimer: I don't own Ouat's characters. I might own Ryan Mills but I will not gain any profit from this story.
This story was inspired by MayhemPrincess' 'The Real Swan'. It is amazing story where Emma is transgender called Emmett. I'm in love with Emmett. He is such an adorable idiot. So go and read it. You would never regret it :P
Now back to mine. I decided that Emma having penis or being man is quite often so I decided to go with Regina. For now I don't have plans on turning Regina back to her female body. She likes being Ryan and the freedom she can have with that body.
This story is being update almost daily on my Tumblr.
The first thing she notices is the freedom of not having a bra. She loves to walk around her bedroom without the restriction of it, but this... It's completely different and new. She likes it.
The next thing she notices is that she is walking with more swagger than usual. She is more relaxed, even confident. Her feet, which are bigger, are carrying her like she is lighter. She hates that she can't walk in a straight line. That thing between her legs is too big to let her legs brush by each other. No. She just can't. That's why she walks astraddle.
And that's not ladylike, like her mother would say, but then again, she is not lady.
Not now, anyway.
So now, she can do whatever she wants.
She walks into some kind of a pub, or whatever it's called here. There are a lot of people, all shape and sizes, drinking, talking, and laughing. Living. She could try and do that.
Even for a day.
She takes a seat at a random table and looks around, surveying the bar. It's almost surreal, she thinks; though considering her origin, it's not. People could say she is not real, and partially, they would be right.
Because this is not her. It's him.
And then again, it's all her thoughts and feelings in this foreign body.
It's then when her eyes, dark brown like her soul, land on a tall blonde with the most gorgeous green she has ever seen. The woman sits in the booth right in front of hers.
Their eyes meet. Time stands still. It's only them, in a space where no one else exists. No noise. No lights. Just them.
Her whole body is set on fire. She could feel her heart drumming against her strong chest, her palms are sweaty.
Her pants are starting to tighten around her when the blonde, without so much as an invitation, or even permission, sits right next to her, their hips slightly touching.
"Hi," the woman almost purrs the word. Her lips curled up in a half smile; trying to show some shyness, and failing miserable.
"Hello," her now deeper voice reaches her own ears and surprises her.
The blonde woman is close. Too close to her. Regina hasn't been this close to a human being for, well... over two decades.
And the strange thing in this situation is that having Graham in her bed every night is irrelevant, because this is what being close to someone means. Regina can't really explain it to herself but this feels real, more real than everything else in her life.
And they are just sitting in some crappy bar.
It's then when a waitress, dressed in a simple shirt and skirt, all red, comes and greets them.
"I'm your waitress tonight. Can I take your order?" It's mechanical, not like Ruby's cheerful welcome every time someone enters Granny's.
It takes a moment for Regina and the blonde to avert their eyes from one another and focus on ordering.
"Jack on the rocks," Regina hears the other woman and wonders what this is exactly. Is it something like her apple cider? Stronger? Or not?
"I'm having whatever she is having," she hears her own voice, leaving her mind way behind in another dimension, when she notices that the woman is dressed in a figure fitting red dress, exposing her legs from the middle of the thigh downwards.
Her pants tighten once more. She swallows. Damn.
"What's your name?" Regina asks, her voice deep and hoarse.
"Emma Swan," the woman before her smiles and reaches out with her hand, no doubt waiting for a handshake. "You?" Her thin lips move.
Regina's mind freezes. She is Regina Mills, the Evil Queen from your childhood books, but she can't really say that. Right? So who she is then? She trapped herself in this body so she could be free of the curse and everyone and everything. She is still the same old Regina who believed in True Love and loved Daniel. Just... Time has changed her.
"Ryan Mills." Finally comes out. "Nice to meet you, Emma." Regina takes the offered hand and the first thing she notices is the softness of the skin and how light it is.
Then she notices her own rough and bigger hand.
It's not like she has done any manual labor. She just stole a potion from Gold's shop last night, drank it in the morning, and here she is, in the middle of the day in an unknown bar with some strange girl. Doing what exactly? Nothing or something? She herself doesn't know.
"Nice to meet you too, Ryan." The girl flashes a smile.
How old she is? Brown eyes roam the figure before them, shamelessly. And that's something that Regina has never done. She has always been warned about doing it. She wasn't supposed to ever do it, only in a very subtle way, from afar. But this girl is right next to her.
Emma can't be more than twenty, Regina concludes. The soft tight skin, the lack of any aging marks, the life flashing in those greenish eyes, though there is sadness in them too.
"What is a young girl like you is doing in a bar in the middle of the day, Emma?" She finds she likes saying that name. It tastes so sweet on her lips.
"Nothing..." Emma's eyes fall to the ground.
Ashamed.
"Well, that is not completely true, isn't it?" Regina asks.
Emma averts her eyes until they meet brown ones.
Scared.
"You are having a drink with me." It's Regina's turn to flash a smile.
Their chuckles fill the bar until the waitress comes with their drinks.
There is something awful. There is something awfully wrong with this young girl, clothed in that dress that reveals more than it covers. The scared look on Emma's face cannot be ignored. Ironically, it reminds Regina of herself back when she was around the same age and to be married for King Leopold. Forced to be married to a man who could be her father because he needed a babysitter for his spoiled daughter.
The dress suggests that the girl is trying to look older, but for what purpose? Is she a hooker? Is she trying to forget who she is, just like Regina is doing right now?
All Emma sees is a chance; a chance to provide herself a home, even for a night. And if she plays her cards right, she can get it for more than just one night.
Ever since she sat down at the free booth across from the man, she thought that he needed company. She needs a home so it's a win-win, as her aunt Georgia used to say to her.
Well, her exact words were 'You can get anything from a man as long as you give your body to him. That's all they care about.'
And looking at the brown-haired man, dressed in black suit and white shirt, complete with black tie, she sees her chance. She has to take it. It's autumn and too cold to sleep in the car anymore.
Emma wonders if it's worth it to give her most precious thing to that man just for a roof over her head, a roof that will no doubt collapse in the morning and she will be out again. Does dignity exist if your life is on the edge?
The warmth in the brown eyes before her gives her the answer she needs. She can do this. She smiles and takes a deep breath. She is about to reach out and place a hand on his thigh when he pushes a strand of her hair behind her ear.
The sensation when his fingertips brush over her ear is almost too much and enough to stop her breath at the base of her throat. The look in his eyes, the way his Adam's apple moves up and down, the way he says, "You are beautiful," looking straight into her eyes, is the oldest, most used trick of the playboys in all the movies and oh, God, she is falling for it.
Regina can't tell why she said that. Well, maybe she can. It is true. The girl is truly beautiful, but she shouldn't have said it. The look on Emma's face says it. It is the look of a woman who has it bad for the object of her desire... who is in front of her. But then again, Regina knows Emma could not be feeling the way her face says. So it has to be pretend.
False.
She flashes half a smile and is thankful for the waitress that comes with their drinks.
"Here are two Jacks on rocks," the brunette says, leaves the drinks, and goes away.
"Should you be drinking this? Aren't you too young for this?" Regina asks, concern written on her face.
"I'm over 21, if that's what you are afraid of." Emma defends herself and reaches out for the glass.
But the man's hand is on top of hers again, and electricity runs through her young body.
"It's not that," Regina shakes head. She locks gaze with the woman before her and can't, for the love of God, find a way to continue the conversation.
She is pretty sure that this potion is wrong. It has something very wrong in it. Because she cannot be feeling so protective over some complete stranger she has just met.
"Why are you here...alone?"
"The same as you, I guess." Emma shrugs.
"No. Definitely, no."
Jack on the rocks is a bit strong for Regina's taste. But it could do the trick. Her face remains stoic, not showing discontent. She was taught that way, to never show how she feels about the meals or the drinks that the host offers.
"So what brings you to Boston?" Emma asks after taking two gulps of the amber liquid.
"I wanted to get away," Regina admits.
"From?"
"Everything. I think I deserve some time alone."
"You do." Emma goes for it by placing a hand on the man's thigh, just above the knee, and smiles at him.
It's a chance for her to look at his features. The brown hair is a bit longer and can be tucked behind his ear. His hazelnut eyes are small. There is certain shyness in them that Emma finds adorable. His strong jaw brings out his manhood. His lips thin, his beard freshly shaven.
By Emma's standards, this is a man she usually sees in the magazines, with that sharp suit and powerful appearance.
Regina gulps; not at Emma's closeness, but at the sudden tightness of her pants. A sharp shooting of arousal causes it and it nearly hurts. Her eyes drift downwards. It is very clear what the girl wants, and Regina can't help but feel proud. Someone wants her without magic.
But then again, it could be just for the drink, as she has seen in the movies.
"Why are you here?" It's Regina's turn to ask.
"I just wanted to go out." Emma answers simply, her thumb making circles over his thigh. She has heard that drives them crazy.
"Do you work?" Regina is not sure how to proceed now. She just blurts the first thing that comes to her mind, which is flying between clouds of arousal.
"No, I..." Emma gulps, swallowing her reality.
"Shh, it's okay." Despite her better judgment, Regina extends her hand and silences the girl with a single finger on her pale lips.
She gathers her eyebrows and bites her bottom lip. Why did she do it? She is not the Regina taught in the art of seduction, right? This isn't some monarch she has to charm. This is a young girl, forced by unknown circumstances to seek out older men's company. Emma is so much like she was at this age. The sadness, the lack of choice, is there. Regina's heart clenches and she leans forward, capturing the girl's lips with her own.
The kiss is more a touch than anything else. It's for showing support, sympathy.
For Emma, the kiss is everything.
It's her first kiss.
For the first time, her lips are being caressed by someone else's, and it feels like heaven. Part of her regrets having waited for so long because of how good it feels. She doesn't have many things that feel good in her life. But another part of her is happy that Ryan is the first. If things escalate, she will be more than pleased.
The first thing Regina notices is the softness of the lips. She has been with women before, and doesn't remember them being so soft. But maybe it's because she is in a man's body. The contrast is astonishing, and Regina's mind, quite her own, drifts to the time when she first kissed Daniel. This feels even better. And it's not the fact that Emma is a woman.
But then again, the other possible reason is impossible.
Her chance at a happy ending has died with Daniel.
So this is simply because she is in a man's body and the experience is new. That's it; she concludes, and cups the girl's face with her hands.
Regina brushes her tongue across Emma's bottom lip, and the young woman opens up eagerly.
Regina wastes no time diving in. Her tongue moves slowly exploring, brushing lightly against the other, who is almost still, shyly.
Reading it as discomfort, Regina retrieves her warm muscle into her mouth and decides to go with just lips.
The kiss grows intense, more passionate. It makes Emma's head spin even more.
Regina can't help but compare this kiss to the ones she used to get from Daniel. Maybe it's because they were the only ones that had ever mattered for her. Maybe it's because they were the ones that held any kind of emotion for her. Although now she can't put her finger on the emotion Emma's lips are evoking in her. It's intense and even addictive, because Regina can't seem to find the strength to stop it.
But soon, the need for air increases alongside the pressure in her pants and she pulls away unwillingly, resting her forehead on the other woman's. Their eyes are still closed, breathing heavily.
Emma's curiosity gets the better of her as she opens her eyes slowly and looks down at the space between her and Ryan. The bulge in his pants is visible even with the poor lighting in the booth.
"We should...um..." Regina follows Emma's line of vision and blushes. "I'm sorry." She apologizes, not knowing why exactly.
"No." Emma reassures him quickly. Her arm goes up to caress his cheek, but hangs in the airs.
The innocence of the move isn't lost on Regina, and she takes the hand in hers and makes circles with her thumb over it.
They hold each other's gaze, and the silence that falls between them is, strangely, not awkward.
It's clear, Regina thinks, that this girl isn't as experienced as Emma presented herself when taking the free spot next to her. Maybe she has been dating boys her age, but never men like Ryan.
Holy fuck, Emma's mind curses. The kiss melted everything inside of her, leaving her full and wanting more. Her heart is beating at an alarming speed. Her ears are burning. Damn, her whole body is on fire. Not to mention her panties are soaked and ruined for further use.
Should I continue posting it here? Or just stick with Tumblr? Thoughts? Feels? How is Ryan?