AUTHOR'S NOTE: Fear not, I will finish my TVD (Stefan/OC) fic tomorrow.
As stated in the summary, this is girl!stiles. I have no idea why I wanted girl!stiles but I did so here it is. And since Stiles is a girl, Derek is going to be an awkward turtle after he figures it out. Also, there should be a pic on my profile of the way Stiles' hair looks. Check it out in case you can't picture it because I'm shit at describing most things.
I totally blame Domino by Jessie J for this creation. This made me think of Stiles going away and then coming back all made-over and the most feminine any of them have ever seen and totally owning her femininity.
JSYK, I changed the timeline. The Kanima fiasco happens during their Junior Year so everyone is seventeen, going on eighteen. After the Kanima fiasco there was NO alpha pack threat, Jackson still left, and Erica and Boyd came back. Everything is just peachy in Beacon Hills.
So yeah, here's how this is going to go. This first chapter is going to take place all in one day, except the beginning part where it's catching you up on why Stiles is leaving. Then the following chapters are each going to be a different month so there will be time jumping after this chapter. I hope it's not confusing. If it is, feel free to message me.
Anyway, I don't wanna spoil anything so.. Enjoy! P.S- I'm aware I do not own the Cover Art. If you are the artist and want it removed, just tell me and it'll be gone. If you're okay with me using it, let me know so I can give you credit in the next chapter.
Stiles was coming home.
For three long months, the streets of Beacon Hills were void of a blue spluttering jeep that everyone had quickly learned to associate with one Stiles Stilinski.
It had happened the night that Jackson went from slithering paralyzing Kanima to full-blown, naked as the day he was born, bitten beta werewolf. Lydia had very openly and publicly professed her love to Jackson, which ouch! by the way, but it was what was to be expected when one girl crushes on a straight girl. Stiles had driven her not-so-mangled jeep home, threw it in park, and trudged her way into her home and up to her room. Though she knew she would never actually have a chance with Lydia, the obvious rejection still stung. Without bothering to change into her normal sleep-wear, Stiles succumbed to sleep with tears leaking from behind closed eyelids and thoughts drifting towards one dark and broody alpha werewolf but yeah.. who was she kidding. Derek Hale would never look at her that way. It was the Lydia scenario all over again.
She had woken up the following morning with dried snot, puffy red-rimmed eyes, and a swollen bruised cheek. Her dad was still under the impression that she'd been roughed up by the opposing losing Lacrosse team and she hadn't even bothered to tell Scott that his girlfriend- exgirlfriend's family- had kidnapped her and beat her. The Sheriff had sat her down with a plate of jelly covered toast and orange juice, and told her that he was sending away for the Summer.
Stiles had spluttered into her juice, choking for a good three minutes before clearing her airway. John made her calm down before explaining that her Mom's family was going to be backpacking across Europe and one of her cousins had asked for her. With the recent attack on his daughter, John gave the okay for his daughter to tag along since all expenses were going to be paid anyway. When Stiles let it all sink in, she caved. Derek was going to have his betas on a tight leash so that meant no Erica, Boyd, or Isaac and Scott was going to have Allison related problems that didn't involve her.
She had three days to pack up her clothes before her family came to pick her up and three days to inform Scott that she'd be gone for the Summer. Scott took the news as expected, whining that he needed his best friend there to help him with his break-up but when Stiles suggested he actually give Allison some space and focus on himself, he took it into consideration. With Scott knowing about her departure, Isaac found out within hours which is how Erica found out. The blonde she-wolf was bummed but wished her some fun especially after the fiasco they had all been through. Boyd and Isaac had just clapped her on the back with small grins while Derek lacked any type of emotion- wishing her a good trip and to come back in one piece.
The day she left for the airport with her cousins fussing over her cheek, she got a text from Lydia containing her email address and demanding that she be filled in every week of her trip.
But now, now after three months, Stiles was coming home.
Since the Sheriff was working, the same for Mama McCall, Scott persuaded Derek to drive him to bus depot where Stiles would be coming in soon. Lydia found out from Stiles that Scott and Derek were picking her up so Lydia followed them in her car to check out the supposed surprise that Stiles kept telling her she would love.
When Lydia had pulled up behind Derek's Camaro, Scott frowned when Lydia met him between their two cars. While she explained that she and Stiles kept in contact through email, Derek had left for one of the vending machines to get something to snack on while they waited. There was a bit of a line but he didn't mind waiting as long as he didn't have to hear Scott whine about why Stiles and Lydia kept in touch and not he and Stiles. By the time it's his turn to purchase whatever snack he's getting, the engine from a bus and the air brakes sound behind him. He took his time choosing a candy bar that he didn't even care for before moving towards one of the drink machines and purchased everyone a water. He didn't need Lydia lecturing him again that there were too many calories in one can of soda.
It's when he's picking up the last bottle of water from where it's fallen after his purchase that he hears it. Lydia's squeal pierces the air around him and since he considers her Pack- she took Stiles' place as researcher when Stiles was away- his head snaps in her direction, a growl threatening to escape his throat. There's another person standing with Scott and Lydia now, one that Scott is grinning goofily at and that Lydia is circling like a prey with a manic grin on her face.
Derek quickly make sure he has a hold on the four bottles of water before stomping over back towards his pack. The stranger, he quickly makes a judgment that it's a girl based on how small her yellow and white plaid shorts are, is standing with her back to him. A thin black hoodie hugs her upper body, the hood loosely sitting over her head which he doesn't understand how she's wearing seeing as it's warm out, as she swings her arms out and lets Lydia appraise her. Scott is still grinning goofily and Derek prays that this isn't going to be another "Allison" thing for him. As he gets nearer, he takes a moment to really look at what Scott is seeing. Though the girl's back is still to him, Derek can easily tell she's taller and more slender than Lydia is. Her shorts stop two inches below the curve of her ass and pale yet tone legs follow after that.
Derek isn't really paying attention to what's being said but he manages to avert his eyes from the nice looking legs when Scott and Lydia look up at him. He catches Stiles' faint scent, wondering when the hell he's going to show up, only to stumble a step or two when the girl turns around.
"Hey, Sourwolf. I was wondering where you disappeared to." She says and pulls down her hood.
Derek barely manages to hold onto the water bottles in his hands as his mind quickly processes what and who he's staring at. It's Stiles, alright, but Stiles like he'd never seen. Stiles has legs.. and breasts that are pressed together.. and a skin tight black tank top showing off said breasts. His- her- hair has grown out a lot from it's usual buzz-cut, and it's now pixie-like and messy as if she just rolled out of bed with a bit of light brown almost blonde highlights.
He will forever swear that his eyes didn't go wide and will forever forget that he ever saw Lydia smirking at his reaction. "I think you broke our Alpha." Scott steps forward, mumbling as he cocked his head to the side like a curious puppy.
Before anything else can be said, the bottles finally fall from Derek's grasp as he lunges forward and grips the back of Stiles' neck, pulling him- her- towards the Camaro. Once they're out of earshot from everyone else, Derek releases Stiles and rounds on him- er, her. "What did you do?! Who did you piss off?"
"What?" Stiles splutters.
Scott and Lydia are there in the next instant, Lydia biting her bottom lip to keep from laughing as Scott's eyes fall from Stiles' face to her chest, his face and neck going red. "Was it a witch? How long is this going to last?"
"Dude." Scott hisses, his gaze not meeting anyone. "Your boobs are, like.. out. Cover up!"
Derek is torn between wrangling Scott's neck for getting flustered over a pair of breasts, breasts that seemed like could fit in the palm of one's hand, and staring at the pair of said breasts that are in fact on display now. Well, at least the cleavage is on display. Probably from where he dragged Stiles and Stiles flailed which resulted in the tank top moving around.
"Oh, big whoop." Stiles rolls her eyes but readjusts her tank top before stripping out of the thin hoodie and throwing it at Scott's face. "It's not like you haven't seen them before. I walk around in sports bras in the locker room all the time. It's the same thing."
This time, it's Derek who splutters. "W-what?!"
Scott and Derek are looking like Derek grew a second head when Lydia finally releases her laughter. "You didn't know, did you? You thought Stiles was a guy!"
"Of course he's a guy." Derek recovers some, his gaze drifting from Stiles and back to Lydia. "He was in love with you for crying out loud! And he's on the boy's Lacrosse team."
Stiles looks highly offended as she scoffs, hands falling to her hips as she narrows her gaze on Derek and Scott makes a be-line for her forgotten suitcases by the bus. "How did you not know I was a girl?!" She whisper-shouts. "I have breasts, for crying out loud! Not big, I might add, but they're still breasts!" She can see the tips of Derek's ears tint pink but she doesn't call him out on it. "And what about your nose?! Couldn't you sniff out, you know.." And this time it's Stiles who flushes in embarrassment. "-that little thing called menstruation!" Derek catches the whine in the back of this throat before it has a chance to escape. "And Lydia was just a phase." She shrugs. "It's perfectly fine for one girl to like another girl. Totally over it. Catch up with the times, Sourwolf."
And yep, this is definitely Stiles. Stiles who is a girl. Who has always been a girl. And just like that, an seemingly old memory clicks into place in the back of Derek's mind. This is why Lydia, Scott, and Isaac were livid when Stiles, Erica, and Boyd finally came clean about Gerard's kidnapping and beat down. Not only had Gerard laid a hand on one of their own but he laid a hand on a female. Something that no matter that majority of them were werewolves, it was a major no-no. Especially towards a human female.
Nothing else is said as Stiles keeps her narrowed gaze on Derek while Lydia continues to cackle right beside them. Scott makes it back to them, face flushed though no-one knows whether it's from carrying all five suitcases of Stiles' belongings or from catching Stiles' rant that included the scary female thing.
"Come on." Lydia chuckles, hooking her arm through one of Stiles'. "You're riding with me and the boys are taking your stuff back to Derek's loft."
They turn, Stiles not putting up a fight and Derek's gaze unconsciously falls to Stiles' legs. He hears a throat clear, looking to his right where Scott's now glaring at him and Derek feels his ears burn in embarrassment at being caught staring. The last thing he hears before Lydia and Stiles are in the safety of Lydia's car is Lydia giggling, "Erica is going to have a ball with this."
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Once they're parked and getting off at Derek's loft, Stiles asks if she can leave three of her suitcases there at his place. When all Derek does is quirk an eyebrow at her, she explains that she wants to ease her Dad into her makeover and some of the outfits her cousins got her would give him a heart attack. He gives her a shrug of indifference before Scott easily picks out two suitcases that Stiles points out which happen to be the two biggest ones, and then Stiles is picking up one of the smaller ones.
The elevator ride is a shaky one and Stiles internally freaks that they're going to plummet to their death but she doesn't say anything the entire ride up. Of course, though, Derek and Scott heard her heart hammering the entire time if Scott's grin and the roll of Derek's eyes is anything to go by.
Derek is then sliding the door open to his loft, forgoing any conversation with his pack as he heads straight for the kitchen area in search of a beer. He deserves one after the major discovery he just had.
Stiles barely has enough time to set down her suitcase before Erica suddenly appears, tackling her onto the floor in front of the sofa only to be followed by Isaac. Scott smiles down at what Stiles laughs is a puppy-pile and Boyd enters the room with his hands tucked in his pockets as he watches his girlfriend and fellow pack-mate scent mark Stiles and fawn over the new look.
"Your hair!" Erica squeals. "It's so cute! This cut suits you so much better."
"Watch it, Lahey! That's my ass you're molesting."
"Sorry."
"Seriously?" Lydia pouts. "I figured with the new makeover you'd act differently now."
"No can do, Sweetcheeks." Stiles calls from her place on the floor. "Just because my lady bits are on display doesn't mean I'm going to act more lady-like."
"And what lovely bits they are." Peter leers from his spot where he's perched on a spiral staircase.
Boyd, Scott, and Isaac all grimace at Peter's remark; Stiles grunting in response as she rips off one of her black converse shoes and chucks it at him. "Derek! Peter's being a pedo."
"Stop being creepy." Derek grunts as he enters the living room, beer grasped in one hand. "And stop staring."
"Please." Lydia scoffs. "Like you were any better."
"What?" Erica grins. Derek glares at Lydia, daring her to say anything else and she gleefully takes the challenge.
"You should've seen him." Lydia spills, her joyful gaze locked on with Derek. "He couldn't stop staring.. and that's because he didn't know Stiles was a girl. He thought Stiles was a guy this entire time."
And cue Erica's cackling.
Scott is shaking with silent laughter, Isaac is snorting in a fit of laughter beneath Stiles, Stiles is glaring at all of her friends, and just when Derek thinks he has at least one good beta on his side- he finds Boyd smirking and shaking his head at him in amusement.
"I had my reasons." Derek grumbled. "Besides, the baggy clothes hid everything and her hair was a buzzcut."
"A haircut that you can thank Jackson for, by the way." Stiles threw in. "Instead of pulling pigtails, he went straight for the gum in the hair. My mom had to practically shave my head and then I got used to it and yeah.. it stuck. Sue me."
"Cute clothes definitely didn't change her." Erica ruffled Stiles' hair with a grin. "But I still love it. I still love you." She cooed and pinched Stiles' cheek.
"Quit that!" Stiles slapped her hand away with a grin.
The rowdy group finally calms down; Stiles, Erica, and Isaac sitting up. Erica plopped herself into Boyd's lap in the sofa chair he's sitting in while Stiles crawls over to sit on the ground with her back against one of Boyd's legs. Isaac crawls after her, laying down with his head on one of her legs while Derek walks over to the sofa and takes a seat, Scott not far behind him. They settle into a brief silence while Isaac, Boyd, and Erica subtly touch Stiles to get the Pack scent back on her skin.
Peter casually stays perched on the staircase and Lydia suddenly eyes Stiles' suitcases that had been abandoned. "So.." Lydia drawls. "-what clothes do you have in those suitcases that you don't want your dad to see?"
Erica freezes from running her fingers through Stiles' hair as everyone follows Lydia's pointed finger towards the suitcases. Stiles flushes which causes her moles to stick out even more and her heartbeat picks up a bit of speed. Now the wolves are intrigued. "Oh, uh, clothes." She squeaks. "Short stuff, see-through stuff, clubbing stuff.."
"You went clubbing?!" Scott whines. "Without me?" He playfully pouts.
Stiles is momentarily distracted by Scott's puppy eyes that she doesn't feel Erica shift behind her or see when the blonde she-wolf creeps her way to the suitcases. "It was Europe." Stiles shrugged. "There are a lot of clubs and one of my aunts is still in her rebellious stage. You have her and my cousins to thank for all the slutty clothing."
"Like this?" Erica giggles. Stiles peered over her shoulder, blanching at what Erica was holding up. "Since when do you own so much black?"
Stiles jumped to her feet, launching herself towards a smirking Erica and barely hearing Scott's question of, "What is that?"
To Scott, Derek, Isaac, Boyd, and Peter- it's what looks like used to be a dress. Erica is holding it up by the shoulder straps, the spandex-like material dangling from her fingers. There's a piece of low-cut fabric that looks like it'd cover the breast area, followed by four cutouts- two on each side of the torso- which creates a cross of material down the torso, and ends with a very small skirt with slits on each thigh. The dress leaves nothing to the imagination.
Stiles snatches the dress from Erica's clutches, balling it up and shoving it back in the suitcase before closing it, and sitting atop the entire case. "I wore that once.. and we are to never speak of what you just saw ever again."
"You're leaving those here, remember?" Derek grunts. "Erica will have ripped through all your stuff the second you leave here."
Erica grins wolfishly while Stiles takes a moment to let Derek's words sink in. Turning back to Erica, she narrows her eyes. "You can borrow some of these clothes as long as you don't tell anyone where you got it from. Or that it's mine."
"Deal."
Stiles has only a second to breath a sigh of relief before Lydia's amusement makes Stiles wish that a hole would open up and swallow her whole. "Do these say Lick Me?" Everyone pretends they didn't hear Derek splutter on his beer.
They all turn to Lydia who's holding up a pair of black boyshort panties as Stiles flails off her suitcase and launches at Lydia. "Not my fault!" She squeaks. "My aunt is more pervy than I am!"
Erica followed after Stiles, diving into the suitcase of what appeared to be lingerie and pulled out a pair of deep red boyshorts. "These say Bite Me!"
"You guys are horrible." Stiles groans as she attempts to slap their hands away and hide her clothing.
"Oohhh." Peter grins. "I like those."
Derek glares at his Uncle and smirks the moment he sees Stiles' second shoe fly and barely miss Peter's head. "That's it!" She protested. "Someone lend me their shirt. I feel too exposed with you all already and Peter is just making it worse." Peter chuckles from his spot as the rest of the boys all finger the hem of their shirts, no-one willing to give theirs up. "Isaac?" Stiles tries. "Lydia told me you lived here. Can't I just borrow a shirt?"
"Sorry." He sheepishly frowns. "All dirty."
Stiles shoulders slump in defeat and Derek easily caves. "Isaac, go get a shirt from my room."
Isaac nods his affirmative and slinks off to go get Stiles a shirt as said girl brightens right up and flashes Derek a beaming smile. If anyone sees the way Derek's ears tint red or the fact that his heart actually skips a fucking beat, no-one comments on it. Peter rolls his eyes at their display though, mumbling about sexual tension before making up an excuse about going back to his own home. No-one fights for him to stay.
Isaac quickly reappears with a black long-sleeved henley that Stiles quickly slips over her head. The sleeves fall past her fingers but after a quick tug on each sleeve, she has her hands free. The bottom of the shirt easily settles at mid-thigh as Derek's mouth goes dry at the sight of Stiles in his shirt- the shirt giving off the illusion that she's wearing no shorts- and ankle socks.
Scott suddenly suggests a movie marathon, everyone easily agreeing as Isaac rushes off to go get a mattress to set on the floor for more sitting or laying down space. Boyd pulls out his phone and starts placing an order for a large number of pizzas and Lydia settles herself between Scott and Derek on the sofa. Erica plops herself back in Boyd's lap while Isaac and Stiles stare each other down before they both throw themselves down on the mattress.
There's a bunch of laughter as Stiles tells some of her stories from Europe and how her cousins and aunt threw out all her clothes before purchasing her a new wardrobe. She had been forced into her new clothing since she had nothing else to wear and was given short wigs for when they went clubbing. There was a bunch of slinky clothing, colored wigs, and glitter- and Isaac demanded pics or that it didn't happen.
Stiles promised that pictures were coming soon just as a buzzer sounded off in the loft and Boyd left to go get their food from the delivery guy. Stiles had persuaded everyone to vote for Harry Potter and she got her way when Scott slipped in the Deathly Hallows. They crowded together in front of the TV; Boyd in his chair while Scott, Lydia, and Derek took up the sofa. Erica, Isaac, and Stiles sat on the mattress, their backs pressed against one of their packmate's legs and watched on in silence as they ate. They ended up getting through part one and two of the Deathly Hallows before Stiles' dad called and wanted her home.
Erica was curled up in Boyd's lap fast asleep, Isaac fell asleep on the floor, and Lydia was cleaning up. Derek volunteered to drive her home since her suitcases were still in his car and Scott bummed a ride home from him too. Since Scott's home was closer, the wolf got dropped off first which left Stiles climbing into the front seat after her friend's departure.
The ride home to the Stilinski household was quiet but it was oddly comfortable. It wasn't until Derek was parking next to the curb in front of Stiles' home that he made any sort of noise. Stiles had leaned forward in her seat, grabbing the hem of the henley and lifting it up and over her head. Derek had completely forgotten about the shorts and tank top underneath so when he saw all the pale flesh again, he squeaked in a very manly manner.
She grabbed her thin black jacket from the floor of Derek's car where Scott had seemingly thrown it after she hit him in the face with it and slipped on. "Thanks for the ride, Derek. See you later."
The alpha had no time to respond before Stiles was out, pushing the seat forward and yanking out her two suitcases that were in the backseat.
Derek most definitely does not stare as Stiles walks away from his car nor does his gaze fall to her ass as she climbs the steps to the porch.
The moment Stiles disappears into her house, Derek slams his own head against the steering wheel of his car.
He's totally fucked.
The next chapter is going to be the start of their Senior Year and pretty much everything that I deem significant that happens in the entire month of September between Derek, Stiles, everyone else, and all their awkwardness :)
This was only supposed to be one long ass ONE-SHOT but I cut it up to five chapters. If you like this, let me know! Reviews make for a happy author :)
Now, jsyk, the next update for this will be next week. Sorry for the long wait but I'll be leaving on vacation in the middle of the week. So yeah, see you next week!