When I went to bed, I was a normal guy, living in with his werewolf boyfriend. What was so wrong? Well what was wrong was, I didn't go to bed. The last thing I remember is Derek yelling my name. But from what I remember, I was a guy then. And as it should be, I should be a guy now.
But I'm not. When I woke up this morning, I felt a large amount of weight on my chest. My body felt lighter and my hair was almost to my tail bone. I knew it was my hair, because I accidentally pulled it as I was getting up. As I reregistered the details of our new home, I looked for the bathroom. Derek bought us a large day bed the hung from the ceiling, this of course meant he had to fix the whole structure but his answer was "It's our home, I want it to be beautiful," or something cheesy like that.
As I walked from the day bed to the opened bathroom I looked up into the mirror. It took me a second to realize I was looking at myself. I let out a high pitched scream. It even surprised me. I heard Derek run upstairs to me "Stiles what-" he froze as I looked over t him from the bathroom. He didn't seem surprised. But the shock my face was what he would call "Priceless," I glanced back at the mirror, I was a girl!
"Der-" I wrapped myself in my arms, causing my breast to bunch up towards my neck. "What . . Why . . .What?" I stuttered, Derek didn't change in expression, the same stoic one he's had for almost 3 years now. "Stiles, I need you to breathe," He said walking towards me, I flinched, taking a step back. I soon realized that I was no longer the same size as Derek, I was smaller. Like a foot smaller. Which didn't feel all to pleasing, it was terrifying. Derek held his hands up and out, as to say 'I'm not going to hurt you,' and made his way slowly to me.
"I had to give you the bite," Derek said under his breath, "Wh-" He stopped me, "You've been asleep for almost three days," he let out a huff of air, he stood arms length away from me, just to be safe. I could tell that he wasn't sure how to approach me, like he wanted to be cautious. "You were losing blood, and we were too far from the hospital," I put two and two together. But that didn't explain how I became a girl. "Der, why am I-" I paused and looked myself over "A girl?" I asked making sure that my voice didn't crack, it sounded higher than normal. Then again, I was a girl.
"Something happened during your change," Derek's eyebrows knitted together, a face that was all to familiar to me, a face that meant 'This isn't good, and I don't know how to fix it,' I knew this wasn't Derek's fault. "Okay, Okay," I breathed. I walked back to the bathroom and looked myself over.
My hair had flat-loose curls and it fell on either side of my face; it was darkish brown. My shoulders where hidden behind hair as it came down. I lifted Derek's Henley shirt, which he must have slipped on me, to reveal my flat stomach. I was surprised at how shapely I was. Okay, I liked myself, so what? I can admire my own body. I did it as a guy, I can do it as a girl. Deal with it.
"You're still Stiles," Derek leaned against the door frame. I dropped the shirt and looked at him. "I know," I gazed up into his ember eyes, I was lucky, in a strange twisted way. I was lucky to have Derek, he didn't seem to hate the change, nor did he seem to mind it. That's what I found great, almost amazing. He held out a hand for me, I looked at his hand then back up to his eyes. "Am I-?"
"Yes, you are Alpha female," Derek answered.