Chapter 3

Sam rolled over in bed the next morning. He noticed a still female Dean resting serenely. Her features looked so innocent in her relaxed state. He closed his eyes in shame as he felt his morning erection increase. He groaned lightly as he tried to will it away.

Dean heard a noise from Sam's bed. Her eyes fluttered open. She smirked. "Do you need some alone time? Because, I can leave you know..."

Sam sat up. "Shut up, Dean." His eyes softened as he continued to look at her. "So, I guess..."

Dean interrupted and she climbed out of bed. "Yeah. Still missing my Y chromosome." She said sarcastically.

"I thought you'd be more upset."

"What? You want me to cry and get all weepy?" She shook her head. "No, we're gonna find this son of a bitch who did this to me and we'll reverse it."

"Well, at least you're being optimistic." Sam answered. "It's helpful to keep up a good attitude."

Dean scowled at her brother. "Don't spout off that new age bullshit to me, Sam. I doubt you would be so calm if you lost your dick." She snickered when she saw Sam roll his eyes. "I've got to take a leak."

"How ladylike of you." Sam replied as he turned the TV on. After a few minutes, he spoke. "We should probably go get you some clothes today."

"Huh?" Dean shouted from the bathroom.

"We should get you some clothes!" He raised his voice as Dean exited the bathroom.

"Yeah, whatever." She answered.

"What's wrong with you?" Sam asked when he noticed Dean looked funny.

"Having to pee sitting down is just...wierd." She said as she started to place her clothes on. "If we're going to have to do this, let's go."

"Whatever you say, Ma'am." Sam grinned as he reached for his shirt.

"Bite me." Dean responded.

Los Angeles had many shops, but Sam thought it would be most logical to go to the local mall. As they stood on the first floor, Dean felt overwhelmed at the task at hand.

"So," Sam broke the awkward silence. "where do you want to start?"

"How the fuck do I know, Sam?" She looked around at the various women's stores. "I don't want any frilly chick shit, that's for sure." He paused. "How about 'The Gap'? That's safe. They sell jeans." Sam nodded as the two referred to the directory and began to walk to their destination silently. Dean wanted to scream at the injustice of having to buy women's clothing, but she kept her mouth shut.

They walked into the store and stood side by side in front of the jeans. Dean perused the selections: boot cut, low rider, low waist...she suddenly felt nauseated. She turned to Sam, "Which one do I get?" Sam shrugged.

"What size are you?" Her younger brother replied.

"How the hell do I know?" Dean felt like she was about to blow.

"Can I help you?" A young, good looking sales clerk asked.

Sam smiled. "Yeah, uh, my sister lost her luggage and she needs some new clothes." He paused as he watched the sales clerk look distastefully at Dean's attire.

"Well," she spoke in a snobby tone, "what size is she?"

"Hello? SHE is right here." Dean eyes narrowed. She knows she shouldn't hit a girl, but this chick was begging for it. The girl raised her eyebrow. Dean cleared her throat. "I don't know what size I am, really. I just lost a lot of weight." She nervously smiled.

"Okay." The girl answered in a confused tone. "Let me get a tape measure." She excused herself.

Sam yelped when he felt Dean's arm jab into his ribs. "Real smooth, Sammy."

He chuckled. "Me? How about you." His voice rose to a falsetto. "I just lost a lot of weight." He started laughing.

"Blow me." Dean rolled her eyes.

"Actually, I can't!" Sam continued to laugh.

"Shut up!" Dean tried to hush him as the girl returned. She quickly measured Dean.

"I would try on anything in a size 4. Your shirt size is extra small or small." She plastered a fake smile on. "Let me know if I can help." She walked away.

"Wow, Dean. You're little. Maybe we should take you to the 'Baby Gap'." He grinned when he saw her glare at him. "I know. I know. Bite me."

After an hour of torture at 'The Gap', and thirty minutes at 'Timberland' to pick out a pair of boots, Sam convinced Dean that she needed undergarments. Dean wanted to continue to wear boxers, but Sam dragged her to 'Victoria's Secret'. He left her in capable hands of a sales woman and proceeded to wait outside on a bench. He tried to steer in his thoughts away from how Dean would look in a teddy.

Dean stood in front of the mirror in the dressing room. She now had a bra and panties on. She shifted uncomfortably. It felt very restrictive. She put on a white fitted t-shirt and a pair of low waisted jeans. Her toned belly peeked slightly under the t-shirt. She cupped her breasts for a moment and then stood tall (for someone who was maybe 5 ft 2 on a good day.) She was horrified to admit to herself that she looked good. "I would hit on myself." She muttered. She took a deep breath. They had to figure out who mojoed her. She could not stay like this forever. She grabbed her bags and proceeded to the checkout area.

Sam was sipping on an iced coffee, when he saw Dean emerge from the store. He choked when he saw her walking towards him. She looked incredible.

"You okay, man?" Dean said as he saw Sam coughing uncontrollably.

"Yeah..." Sam wheezed as he tried to regain his breath.

"Alright, now that I'm all clothed up, I'm starving." She quirked her eyebrow as she saw Sam looking at her in a funny way. "Are you sure you're okay?" Her voice was full of worry.

"I am." Sam said. "We could go to the Food Court."

"Are you kidding? We're not in high school, Sammy. Let's find a good bar. Maybe we could shoot some pool."

"Whatever you say, Ma'am." Sam grinned.

"You better believe it." Dean answered as she shoved her bags in Sam's hands. "Might as well take advantage while I can, right?" She shook her eyebrows and smiled .

The two drove deeper into downtown LA and found a bar that suited their tastes. They grabbed the first table they saw and waited for some service. It was late afternoon and the happy hour crowd was just starting to trickle in. Sam looked around the bar and scowled when he saw a few men eyeing his brother; or, should now call her his sister? Dean seemed oblivious as she perused her menu.

She looked up when she heard Sam slightly growl. "What's up with you?"

"Nothing." Sam answered abruptly as he turned his focus to his menu.

"Can I take your order?" A tall, brunette waiter asked. He smiled as he glanced at Dean.

"Yeah...Rob." She answered with a nod as she glanced at his name tag. "I'll take the ½ pound burger, medium, with the works, large fries, and a Heineken."

Sam thought the waiter was staring too long at Dean's chest and he cleared his throat.

"And for you?" Rob asked reluctantly as he turned away from Dean.

Sam frowned and shoved the menu in his direction. "The same." He waited for the waiter to walk away before addressing Dean. "Do you flirt with everyone you see?" His voice was filled with disgust. He was trying to mask his jealousy.

"What?" Dean asked with innocent eyes. "The nicer you are to people like that, the better service you get." She smirked. "Plus, he was checking out my tits." Dean looked down as she cupped her chest. "And by the way, they are pretty choice if I might add. Anyway, maybe I can get some free drinks later. I always fell for it."

Sam ducked his head. "Will you not grab your chest in public?"

"God, what crawled up your ass today?"

"Oh, I don't know...my older brother is now my sister for starters! You seem to be fine with it today!"

Dean's jaw clenched. She lowered her voice as she leaned in. "I'm NOT fine with it. But, I told you. I'm not going to get all Lifetime movie of the week over it. We'll deal with it and reverse it."

Sam sighed and nodded his head. The waiter returned with the beers and some water. After he was out of hearing distance, Sam spoke. "The waitress wasn't a demon. I used the EMF detector in the bar and outside it. There was no paranormal activity in that bar. I didn't drink more than two beers that night. Nothing out of the ordinary happened. Do you remember anything, Dean?"

She shook her head sadly. "I don't remember much from when I got there and when I woke up. You think someone slipped me something?"

"No. You drank a crapload, that's all." He stopped to sip his beer.

Dean grabbed her ice cold beer and smiled. She took a big gulp and grimaced. "Holy crap! This tastes like shit!" She grabbed her glass of water to wash the bitterness off her tongue. She looked at her brother. "Maybe I got a bad one."

Sam leaned over to try hers. He took a small sip. "No, man. There's nothing wrong with it." He paused. "Maybe your taste buds have changed."

Dean had a pained look on her face. "Are you kidding me? This sucks! Now I'm going to have to drink light beer?"

"Maybe, some girls still like beer. Jess couldn't stand them. She liked fruity drinks with rum or vodka."

Dean saw a look of sadness envelope Sam. She reached over and placed her tiny hand on her brother's. They did not exchange any words. Sam simply looked up at Dean and smiled. His eyes reflected his thanks.

They sat in a comfortable silence until their food arrived. Dean tore into her food and after consuming half if it, she leaned back and groaned.

"I can't eat another bite." She said as she wiped her mouth and sipped at her third cranberry juice and vodka cocktail that Sam had ordered for her. She tried to protest that she did not drink such 'chick' drinks, but had taken to the taste quite easily.

"Maybe we should have ordered from the kiddie menu." Sam replied nonchalantly and then laughed quietly.

"Eat me, Winchester." She growled back.

Sam felt his cheeks flush as the image of him ravishing his sister flooded through his brain. He quickly ducked his head and shoved some more fries into his mouth. He looked up with a mouthful of food when the waiter returned.

"Anything else you need?" Sam shook his head and the waiter left the check. They paid cash and stood to leave.

"Hey." Dean said before they reached the door. "I want to play some pool."

"No." Sam said as he continued to walk.

"What do you mean no?" She said in a surprised tone.

"You're not going to hustle."

"Who said I was going to hustle?" She placed her hands on her hips and looked up at her brother. "And if I DID want to, you can't stop me."

"Actually, I can. I'm bigger than you." Sam responded.

"What the hell?"

Sam grabbed her gently and pulled her away from the door. "Hustling is dangerous enough, Dean. But I'm sorry. In your new..." he looked up to search for the right word, "condition...it would be too risky."

Dean wanted to be insulted at him calling her problem a condition, but she felt her heart melt for a moment. Sam was concerned about her. It was kind of sweet. But, of course she couldn't let it slide. "Ah, Sammy. You're worried about lil' ol' me. It's touching...really." She said with a big smile.

"Whatever." Sam felt himself blush as he tried to play it down.

"Can't just you and I shoot together? Please?" She said with large puppy eyes. She knew how to play her brother.

"Fine." He relented as they walked over to the pool table area.

"I've got to pee." Dean told him when they chose their table. "Can you rack 'em up?"

"Sure." Sam answered as he chose two pool cues.

Dean arrived to the girls bathroom and rolled her eyes and cursed under her breath when she saw the line was six deep. 'How do chicks do it?' She thought to herself as she bounced up and down to try to control the urge to pee. She sighed in relief, when her turn finally arrived. As she walked out of the stall, she watched as five or six women primped in front of the mirror as they discussed the hot guys they had met. It was curious seeing how the other half lived. She sidled her way through the cluster to get to the sink so she could wash her hands. She leaned up after she wiped her hands and saw her reflection in the mirror. The sight was still a shock to her. She took a deep breath and walked out to rejoin Sam.

There was a large crowd of people at the bar now. Dean realized in that moment how height challenged she now was. She could not see above the crowd any longer. She slowly made her way through hordes of people. She saw the edges of the pool tables. Suddenly she stopped when someone bumped into her. She squealed when she felt cool liquid drop onto her shirt.

"Oh, shit! Sorry!" A tall, dark haired guy said as he started laughing with his friends.

She tried to wipe the moisture off with her hand. "Whatever, dude." She mumbled as she tried to push past them.

"Hold on a minute..." He said with a slurred voice as he grasped her arm tightly.

"You're hurting me." Dean said as she tried to wrench her appendage back from the drunken frat boy. "Let go of me!"

"I just wanna talk to ya. Let me buy you a drink." He said as he began to drag them over to the bar.

Dean felt panic course through her; but she reacted quickly. "I said let go of me, you bastard!" She said as she kneed him in the crotch. He let go of her as he howled in pain. She dashed away to find Sam.

She let out a sigh of relief when she saw him standing by the table, scanning the room. He was obviously looking for her. Sam was about to jump down Dean's throat, but something in her eyes told him not to.

"Are you okay?"

Dean looked down and nodded her head.

Sam became more worried as she did not speak.

"Did something happen?"

Dean looked up into Sam's eyes. "Can we go?"

"I thought you wanted to play a some pool."

Her eyes watered and her voice choked with emotion. "Please, Sammy?" Dean did not want to fall apart here. She was feeling weak and vulnerable. She just wanted to go back to the safety of their motel room.

Sam's heart constricted as he looked at her. He scanned the room trying to figure out what upset Dean so much. He did not want to prod there, so he nodded his head. They walked towards the exit and Sam held the door open for Dean so she could go through first. He was surprised when Dean did not argue or complain that Sam held that door and her car door open for her. She seemed lost in her thoughts. When they arrived back at the motel, she sat at the edge of the bed. She grabbed the remote and flipped the TV on.

Dean seemed surprised when the TV suddenly shut off.

"What did you do that for?" She asked in an annoyed tone.

"What happened back there?" Sam asked in a gentle voice.

"I just didn't want to play, that's all."

"You're lying, Dean. Something freaked you out. Did someone or something hurt you?"

"No." She said quietly as she looked down.

"I don't believe you." He responded as his eyes narrowed.

"Leave it alone, Sammy." Her voice rose. "There's nothing to say." She got up and grabbed her night clothes from the drawer and went towards the bathroom. Before she reached the door, Sam gently grabbed her right arm.

"Ow!" She exclaimed as he touched her arm.

"What happened to you?" Sam let her go as he inspected her arm. He gasped when he saw bruising on it. "Who did this?" His face tightened and began to redden in anger. He repeated his question when she did not answer. "Dean? Tell me, please." He pleaded.

"When I was leaving the bathroom, some drunk guy spilled his drink on me and grabbed me. He wanted to buy me a drink and I told him no and I kicked him."

Anger boiled inside Sam. "Why didn't you point him out to me?"

"Why?" Dean shouted at Sam. "Because I took care of it!"

"Why are you getting upset at me?"

"Because!" She threw her hands up. "I was scared! I was scared of some dumb ass jock frat boy because he was so much bigger than me! A few days ago , I could wipe the floor with him and now I can't! Do you know how that feels? Do you?" She stopped for a moment to will her tears away. "If we can't reverse this, how can I fight? How can I hunt?" Her eyes showed real fear and Sam was not sure if he could reassure her.

Dean panted as she tried to get a rein on her emotions. She sat down heavily on the bed. "What are we going to do, Sammy?"

Sam sat down next to her surprised at the question. Never in his life had he seen Dean so unsure of what lied ahead. This was new territory for them both. He looked at her and although unsure of the potential reaction, he slowly placed his arm around Dean. At first he expected her to fling his arm off, but he relaxed when he felt her melting into his embrace.

"We'll figure it all out, Dean. I swear to you." He took a deep breath and closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of her against him.

After about ten minutes, Dean stood. She smiled sadly at her brother and went into the bathroom to shower.

Sam sat for a time, pondering their next move. They needed to research what entities had gender changing properties. Tomorrow, they would go to the local library and see if they could find any texts on the occult and mythology. Satisfied with the plan, he stood to grab the TV remote. He heard a phone ring. He realized it was Dean's. He looked at the caller id, but did not recognize the number.

"Hello?"

"Dean. It's Bobby."

"Actually, Bobby, it's Sam."

"Oh, Sam. I dialed Dean's cell, right?"

"Yeah, Dean's in the shower."

"Good, listen. Where are you guys?"

"LA."

"Great. A friend of mine called and thinks he has a poltergeist in his home. I've known him for a long time, but he's not a hunter. He knows there are supernatural forces out there, but not how to fight them."

"Where is he?"

"In Mason, California. It's six hours north of LA." He paused when Sam did not respond further. "Can you boys handle it?

"Uh...yeah...no problem." Sam stuttered.

"You okay, Sammy?"

"Yeah, Bobby. I mean...uh...Dean been a little under the weather, but it's nothing we can't handle."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. What's the guy's name and address?" He rushed to find a pen and paper. "Okay. I'm ready."

"It's Steven Foster. He lives on 11233 Canyon Road. You take care of yourselves, boys."

"We always do, Bobby. Thanks." Sam closed Dean's phone. He sat on the bed and looked worriedly at the bathroom door.

TBC...