Day Two
Lydia was handling this a little too well. Really? I turn up on her doorstep at three in the morning as a GIRL and the biggest response I get is a slight widening of her eyes. She could at least have the decency to swoon or gasp dramatically. But no, my horrible predicament was met by a calm, "How did you manage to do this to yourself Stiles?"
I explained my whole woeful story while perched on the edge of her bed. Years of my dirtiest fantasies involved me being alone with Lydia, in her room, on her bed, but in none of them was I a girl. Karma is laughing it's ass off at me.
"Did Deaton tell you how long this would last? Is this permanent?"
"My spell was worded until the Calvary comes. At least that's what I think went through my mind. I wasn't really paying attention."
Have you ever seen someone walk into a glass door? Someone who is not me, because I have never done something like that. You have that look, a mixture of pity and howling mad laughter. That's how Lydia was looking at me.
"You released a spell and weren't paying attention? Isn't that just," She paused, tilting her head so that her hair framed her face in perfect wave. "Hmmm, well I guess it would be just like YOU."
I ran both hands through my much longer hair pulling my hands into fists at the tips, giving the brown locks a long tug. "Thanks for your help with the cheering me up and helping me survive the most awful thing ever. I'm so glad I didn't go running to someone who would make me feel bad, say like Chris Argent or Peter the Undead".
"Sorry" Lydia didn't sound sorry but being enveloped by her scent as she hugged me made it somewhat better. Oh god! Does that make me gay?
Lydia took another closer look at me. A truly scary look. It was a 'I think I want that lobster in the tank' look and I was the unlucky lobster.
Perfect lips curved upward into a perfect smile. "If you're going to be in a girl's body for the next week or so, we will have to go shopping. You can sleep in the guest room as long as you need it. I'll call Allison in the morning and we will pamper ourselves."
I don't know what was more terrifying; shopping, Allison finding out, or discovering what pampering meant.
Girls are insane! Truly mentally deranged and in need of in house care because who in their sane mind gets up at six in the morning so they can fix their hair. It's hair! You wash it and BANG, it's done. The brief view of the array of torture devices laid out for me on Lydia's counter had me wondering if coming clean with Derek might have been my better choice.
The shower was awful. The water was a perfect temperature and the shower heads sprayed water at the perfect strength. There were sweet smelling lotions and soaps, fluffy, colorful scrubbies and multiple types of shampoos. I stood under the spray for minutes trying to work up the courage to touch my body.
I totally chickened out by starting with my hair. Rubbing briskly I lathered up and the thick bubble started running down my chest and back, tickling the curve of my back.
There was a choice of purple soap, pink soap, or a vanilla oatmeal exfoliating rub which was a un-girly tan color. I placed a giant dollop of oatmeal on the hot pink scrubby and closed my eyes. It's my body and I feel like a total pervert.
The soap felt smooth against my stomach, the scrubby adding just the right amount of tactile drag to make the sensation pleasant. I moved upward across my chest and oh, that feels good.I let my thumb gently stroke over my nipple and felt it tighten under my touch, a warmth spreading down my body, pooling between my legs.
"Stiles? Are you okay in there?"
My eyes flew open and the shampoo bubbles immediately blinded me. Slipping on my dropped scrubby, I tumbled backwards, one hand grasping for the towel rack and the other grabbing the curtain which came down with multiple pops as each ring gave way.
My newly rounded rump felt slightly bruised but I had to give it props for having the extra padding. Landing ass first on the old, male version of the Stiles' butt would have been more painful.
Lydia looked down at me as I fought my way out of the shower curtain. "I think you might want to stick to baths for the next week or so."
Three types of hair brushes, smelly gel, foamy gel, and two strange attachments to the hair dryer later I was ready for the big hair reveal. My bangs ended just above my eyebrows and the sides brushed the tips of my ears. It looked just slightly tussled in that sexy, bed head way that apparently takes almost an hour for girls to achieve.
Speechless was becoming a habit for me. My mouth opened and closed but no sound emerged.
"Now we just need to do your make up." Oh, shoot me now!
Allison arrived, just missing the adventures of eye lash curling and drawing black lines on the inside of my eye lids. And why do I look like a stranded fish when Lydia puts on the black gunk. As soon as I squint my eyes so she can comb the eye tar on my lashes my lips immediately pucker up.
I felt like a complete fool until I caught a glance at myself in the mirror.
"Lydia" It was a girl-ly gasp of shear amazement and awe.
"You make a pretty girl, Stiles." That was an understatement. I'm a guy, well most days, and I know hot when I see it and hot was staring back at me from the mirror.
Allison walked in the door and I finally got the reaction I wanted. She let out a breathy gasp, hand fluttering to her chest, mouth forming an 'O' of disbelief. "Stiles?"
"I messed up the spell a little."
"When are you telling Derek? Or Scott?"Damn, she wouldthink of that.
"I can't. I just can't face them like this. Scott will just laugh, I know but I'm not sure how Derek will react. It's only a week or two. I can dodge him for that long."
I could feel the silent girl communication taking place over my head. I guess having a girl's body did not mean I had the girl body language translator installed.
"Stiles," Lydia's voice took on a soft lilt, as if talking to a frightened and lost child. "What do you think will happen if he found out? Why are you afraid to tell him?"
The panic rose in my chest so quickly that I had no chance of fighting it. My breathing became shortened and I found myself clutching both girls' hands in mine. "What if he likes me more as a girl? It's his wolf that wanted me, the boy me. What if the non-wolf Derek likes the girl me better? What if he realizes what a mistake I am? That his wolf trapped him with a spastic teen with a big mouth and all he really wants is some quiet girl."
Allison hugged me tightly while Lydia attempted damage control with my eye makeup. The girls comforted me with, "Shhh, it will be alright. He loves you just the way you are" and "Don't cry, your mascara will run and I will have to start all over."
Pulling myself together, I gave a watery smile to Allison and allowed Lydia to carefully wipe beneath my eyes and apply another coat of something to my face. Is there an instruction manual? How do girls know how to do all this stuff. My mind wheeled.
Then my world ended. I could feel the building panic, the horror, the terror. "What is it Stiles?"
"I think I need to use the restroom." I don't think the girls understood the gravity of my situation. I'm missing the most important part for completing that bodily function. I could hear their muffled laughter as I entered, closing the door with more force than was necessary. I felt so helpless just sitting there. How was I ever going to make a week?
You would think my day would get better. No! After a breakfast that consisted of a couple of grapes and a spoonful of egg whites with no butter, salt, cheese, or flavorwe headed to a beauty salon where I was whisked away to a back room.
The room was filled mostly by a tall padded cot and a strange steaming pot. I was instructed to remove my pants and lay down. Counting the tiles, I wondered what awaited me next on my lovely trip into female-hood. Water boarding?
Thick warm liquid was smoothed onto my leg followed by a strip of white cloth. I was moments away from asking if this was a new massage technique when the strip was violently pulled from my leg. Along with my hair.
Girls do this! To themselves! And pay people to do it to them!
"Lydia!" I shrieked. Yes, I went full on, total helpless girl freak out. The door popped open and Lydia walked over to hold my hand.
"She's lead a sheltered life. They didn't even use razors in her home. They all just went natural." Lydia and the torture lady shared a look of pity and disbelief before returning to the job at hand. That job being to peal the hair from my legs.
"Stiles, just relax. It doesn't really hurt."
"Why do you hate me so much?" She lied. It hurts, it hurts a lot. I've been beat up by geriatric psychopaths that hurt less than this.
After they stripped mined my legs for every last hair, I was lead to a chair attached to a tub of water. It was a little foot hot tub and the chair vibrated and massaged my back. Okay, this I can do.The chair jiggled and hummed me into a false sense of security while Lydia and Allison pow-wowed off to the side.
"What do you think of this color, Stiles?" Lydia held a bottle of dark, grayish purple in front of my face forcing me to cross my eyes to make it out.
I was not sure of the proper response. "Uh, it's pretty?" I guess that was the right one because I was rewarded with a Lydia full on smile. This was the smile that could stop Jackson in his tracks and bend him to her ever whim.
Torture lady showed back up and brought her evil clone with her. Taking a seat on a small bench at my feet she started to scrub my feet and then clip and shape my nails. Lydia and Allison stood by and watched me closely to make sure I didn't try to escape. But compared to the hair removal this was relaxing and pleasant.
I dozed off in the chair as my nails dried. My adventure from the night before plus running on less than four hours of sleep had me willing and able to take a nap anywhere.
Allison gently nudged me awake as torture lady slipped on a pair of flip flops Lydia had brought with her from home. Both girls were smiling as if it was Christmas and I was their present. Why couldn't they look at me like that when I was a boy? Not that I'd want them to because there's Derek now, but before, before Derek it would have been nice.
Lydia held out a credit card with evil glee. "Now we will shop!"
"I don't want you to spend too much on me. I can't pay you back and I'm only going to need clothes for a week."
"It's my Dad's card. It's guilt money for not being able to make it to the hospital to see me when I was almost dying. I wouldn't wear anything bought with his money now! Even if my only other choice was Wal-Mart I wouldn't touch a dime of it. But spending it on you is perfect. Let's really dent his bank account."
Our first stop on what from this point on will be known as the Shopping trip from Hell was Victoria's Secret. I've always wanted to see what was beyond the doors of that erotically scented, skimpy mannequin draped door. I just never wanted to wear any of it!
Allison and Lydia split up as soon as they entered the store. Lydia made a bee line to the counter to request a fitting. The Goddess Aphrodite stepped from around the corner, gave me an appraising look, and led me to the back, grabbing flimsy scraps of lace along the way.
"Why don't you go in the first stall and take off your shirt and bra and I will be right with you." I shot Lydia a panicked look. Last time I removed an item of clothing in a small room I had the hair ripped from my body. I was not sure what Aphrodite was planning to remove.
"She's going fit you for a bra. Don't worry. I'll be right out front." Lydia closed my door leaving me to struggle with the clasps of the 'loner bra' by myself.
A soft knock announced the arrival of Aphrodite. She quickly measured my chest and smiled. "You're a 34C. I'll be right back with some bras for you to try." I looked down at my naked chest, still too embarrassed to touch my own body. I'm not sure what girls mean by 34C but I'm pretty sure the boy translation is 'nice rack'.
The next hour was a whirlwind of under wires, padded vs. non padded, front hook vs. back hook, and strapless. I ended up caring a large bag filled with a rainbow assortment out of the store. Lydia made a bee line for the food court. Hey, the day was starting to look up. I could use some curly fries.
Karma is a back stabbing daughter of a motherless butt fucked goat!
No food! Really, they walked right passed counters of carbohydrate goodness, sugary concoctions, and salty heaven without even turning their heads. I don't know how they do it because my spoonful of tasteless eggs and the lone grape had long since been digested.
Lydia lead me straight into the girl's room. Had I been paying attention and not so distracted by the food, I would have balked at the sight. At least the girl's room is all stalls. I still felt like a stalker pervert.
"Come on, you need to change so we can try on clothes. Put these on." Lydia handed me a lace pair of panties and matching bra. They were a dusky rose color and oh god I just went totally gay! I'm gay! Wait? Am I? God I hate this spell.
"There! I'm changed. Can we get some food now? And why is there only a string for the back of my underwear? What do I do if it gets lost back there?"
Lydia and Allison had to hold on to each other, their laughter bending them in half as they clutched each other and their own sides. I've decided that the word 'girlfriends' is an oxymoron or something. I think 'girl' and 'friend' must be polar opposites because if this is friendship I am a walking dead man.
"Glad to be the comic relief for the day. Can we eat now?"
I couldn't completely understand the words that were gasped out between gales of laughter but I caught "no" and "shopping". At first I was hopeful that my torture was over but then I realized that it was a "no" to the food. I swear girls must live on sunshine and moonbeams because I was starving and they didn't even blink as they walked past the free sample.
I inhaled every sample I could reach.
Apparently girls don't outgrow their love of dolls they just want bigger versions of them. I had become Lydia's and Allison's childhood fantasy: a life sized living Barbie doll. I contemplated throwing myself on one of the hangers but it wouldn't kill me and Lydia would bitch about getting blood on the silk.
I was forced to try on short skirts, really short skirts, and items of clothing that could only be described as butt fringe. The clothing combinations rained over the dressing room door faster than I could try them on. The store attendants gleefully joined in, suggesting new pairings and accessories that needed to be added to each ensemble.
"Stiles? Honey? How do you feel about getting your ears pierced?"
"If I'm putting any holes in my head right now it will be with my dad's '45."
"Someone's cranky. Maybe we should stop for a bite to eat before shopping for shoes." I was out the door, hopping on one foot as I tied my shoe before Allison even finished her sentence.
"You had me at 'eat'" I couldn't help the silly grin. There are a few things I truly love: my dad, Derek, Scott, my jeep, Derek's abs, Derek's smile, Derek's ass...the list goes on. Okay, so there is a mountains worth of things I truly love but food is definitely on the list.
We managed to lug the impressive amount of shopping bags down to the food court and found ourselves a large enough table so that the three of us and the bags could sit comfortably.
"I'll treat for lunch." With a smile, Allison headed off.
Lydia glowed. Shopping was her element. I on the other hand was wiped. My arms and legs hurt and the strip of cloth riding up my ass was about to drive me mad. I kept shifting in my seat, trying to work it out but it just kept rolling against my flesh. I think I'm starting to like it.
I am going to need years of therapy after this. Years!
Allison returned with three heaping bowls of lettuce. Lettuce with little squares of grilled chicken and a microscopic container of dressing on the side. I could only stare at her in horror.
"How do you survive? Are you part plant? Soak in some sunshine; go through a little photosynthesis and your good to go? If you don't feed me some real food today I will run away."
Un-phased by my rant, Lydia popped a cherry tomato into her mouth. Aside from Derek shirtless, it had to be one of the hottest things I had ever seen. And yes, I am totally aware of how screwed my sexuality is at this point.
"Where you going to run? Derek? Scott?" It's a good thing Lydia has devoted her life to Jackson, style, and getting a triple major at a top university because if she ever set her sights to it, she could rule the world as its evil dictator overlord.
Wisely, I shut my mouth and ate my rabbit food.
I devoured my salad before the girls had eaten more than a couple of bites and was sneaking croutons off Allison's plate when Lydia let out a little squeak of despair. Her hands flew to her purse quickly pulling out a small mirror and a tube of gloss. An expert swipe and pucker of lips and she turned on her mega watt smile as Jackson sat down next to me.
I admit I puckered too, just not with my lips. Crap, Jackson! My hiding was over.
"Lydia, girls" He purred as he leaned forward to slip his fingers around Lydia's. "I'm glad I ran into you today."
Pod person. He's a pod person. It's the only reason I can think of to explain his behavior. Gone was his usual asshole smirk and in its place was a charming, soft smile. Damn, I could get to like THIS Jackson.
Jackson glanced my way and smiled warmly. Okay, wow, now I understand why the girls all crush on him. "Hi, I'm Jackson"
"This is St..uh, Starla. She's new in town and I asked her to join us for shopping." Thank God Jackson is new to being a wolf because even with my weak, overly perfumed senses I could smell that lie.
"Welcome to Beacon Hills, Starla." Charming, he was being charming. To me! I am the hottest girl ever. Jackson turned his attention back to the girls. "Have either of you seen or heard from Stiles recently? Derek's getting intense."
Allison's eyes widened as her faced blushed a cherry red. Thank God Lydia knows how to lie because if it was up to Allison my goose would be cooked. "Did they have a lovers spat?" She tossed her hair and ran a single crimson nail across the back of Jackson's wrist.
Jackson's eyes darted my direction and he raised an eyebrow in the girls' direction. "No, Stiles was at the PARTY out on the preserve and except for a couple of brief texts, no one has seen or heard from him."
"If I see Stiles I will tell him to text Derek." Jackson nodded briskly and stood.
"I just had to run a few errands. Will I see you tonight?" At Lydia's quick nod, Jackson left after brushing his lip gently across her brow. It was the sweetest thing I had ever witnessed from Jackson.
As soon as Jackson was out of werewolf range both girls turned on me. "You have to tell him something." Allison hissed. "He's worried about you. You can't let this go on all week."
I knew she was right but I just couldn't bring myself to tell Derek about my sex change. As long as he didn't know I could pretend, pretend it was a strange dream or a weird game, anything to deny that this was real.
"I'll text him and say I had forgotten I had a father/son trip planned and that I'll be out of town for a few more days." Looking at the frowns on their faces, I knew my shopping buddies didn't agree.
"Stiles, that's a weak story. He'll never believe you."
"Well, unless you have something better it's all I have." Even Lydia was without a plan.
"Well, we can think while we shop for shoes." Had to give the girl props, she knew how to prioritize. "Have you ever walked in heels?"
This was going to be a LONG week.
AN: I'd like to thank SpaghettiTaco for being the driving force behind this story. If not for the push to make this MORE it would just be the little ficlet it started out as on Stiles' Has Enough. I hope you enjoy the story. Reviews are nice if you have the time.
