Warnings: genderswitch: hex bornasagirl turnedintoaboy

3 - Making Do

Caleb Bailey got the text and got his house ready. He sent some hunting info to another hunter. He got the bathroom clean and the sheets changed. Dinner turned cold while he waited for her but he would wait all damn night. Deanna Winchester was so worth it. Perky tits, round ass, muscles in her vagina that Caleb had not known existed before he ran into her in some dive in Arkansas before that last hunt he'd done with John. Grown up and ready to play.

Whisky in hand and skinemax showing some fem-dom prison movie, he fell asleep. He woke when the door opened and a familiar jacket scooted in as not to let too much cold in. "Deanna?"

"Caleb." Her voice was different. Her eyes ran around the room. The blankets in front of the fireplace. The booze on ice, or cold water rather. "Fuck, Caleb."

"What's wrong?" He got his eyes to open and his hand to wipe the drool from his face.

"I fucked up. I fucked up." She started to leave but hugged her jacket tighter around her body when she turned back to him.

Standing, he peered into her face. It was different. Her long blonde hair was everywhere. He brushed it back and found dark hair on her chin; soft wisps of hair that had never seen a razor. "What the…"

"I didn't know you thought this was a bootie call." She cried and sniffed. "I'm in deep shit."

"What happened?"

"I… there was this witch…" She breathed and opened her jacket. There. Her tits were gone. Caleb blinked and touched her chest and it was firm and flat. He tore open her shirt and there it was. Flat male chest. Not even little bumps where her tits had been. "There's more."

"More?" He was awake now but this had to be a nightmare.

She reached down and opened the fly of her jeans. "I have a dick."

"A dick."

"Yeah. A dick. Gets hard in the morning, dick." She whipped it out. "Look at it. Is that normal?"

"Holy fuck." Caleb spun away and grabbed the whiskey bottle. He poured it down his mouth and started looking through his books. "We'll find something."

"Dad's on it. I just… Need someplace to lie low." She pleaded with him. He nodded and passed her the bottle. She pulled on it in long swallows before putting her dick away. "Hey… can I borrow some underwear? Jeans chafe and… I'm not sure what to do with a dick and my silkies."

"Yeah. Yeah." Caleb nodded and hugged her to him. "We'll figure it out."

Caleb got her some clothes while she used his shower. She was the same height and build. She was just… missing her fabulous tits and her amazing ass. Her ass was flat and male. She stood in the mirror and braided her hair. She faced him. "Am I ugly for a dude?"

"Pretty for a dude." He corrected with a tilt of his head. "That thing works?"

"Seems to. I mean… I'm not test driving it or anything. I use it to piss and I ignore it all other times. Boners seem to take care of themselves whether I touch them or not." She got the boxers and sweats on. She rummaged around in his drawers for an undershirt. "I can't go topless. I just can't."

"Sorry." He held her when she sat next to him on the bed. "What'd your dad say?"

"The usual. Nothing. Just implied I was a fuck-up and then went to do research." She looked up at him. "Sorry to ruin your plans. It looked pretty awesome." Her hand ran down his chest and then she let it drop. "Now, I'm pissed. It looked awesome. Blankets and a fire." She huffed and started pacing the room. "You cooked. Didn't you. You cooked and… you were going to fuck my brains out."

"It had been the plan." He nodded.

"But now I have a dick."

"Come here." He motioned her closer. "This is temporary."

"What if it isn't? What if I have to… be Dean for the rest of my life. I don't do chicks. Fuck! Does this make me a gay man, now?"

"I don't know. I'm feeling pretty gay right now." Caleb blurted out. "You're still you, you know."

That's how it started. A kiss. She kissed the same. Her eyes were the same. Her noises were the same. When he licked her nipples, she sighed deep in her chest. Then the flex of her hips when he ran his hand down her thigh. They kissed and touched until they were breathless and both hard as rocks. Deanna took the next step. She took him in her mouth. It felt the same as always. Amazing.

When he came, he didn't think he could move but he could feel her erection against his leg. It kind of freaked him out. He kept his eyes on her face while he stroked her and cupped her balls. Cupped Deanna Winchester's balls. It made him laugh out loud. She slapped him. "What are you laughing at?"

"Do you know how many times I've been asked if you're swinging a pair of these?" He never stopped doing what he was doing. He knew what felt good. He had this done to him countless times. She arched and made those noises. Then he did it. He took her cock in his mouth. He had a whole new appreciation for women and gay men. His jaw hurt, he had jizz on his face and chest. Then she was laughing.

She kissed him and cleaned him off. "Not bad for your first blowjob."

"Good then?"

"Amazing." She nodded and curled into him. The wind had died down. "If I get stuck like this… will you keep me?"

"How do you mean?"

"I can't imagine doing this with anyone else."

"Let's get some sleep." Caleb held her and stroked her skin until she fell asleep. He got up and cleaned up and got cooking just to have something to do. He cleaned up their mess downstairs. He got the coffee pot going while he flipped through his books. He heard a familiar engine and he let John in when the sun was rising over the plains. "She's upstairs."

"Good. She's safe. She just took off on me." John shoved his hands in his pockets. "You got coffee?"

"Yeah." Caleb poured him a cup. "How'd it happen?"

"We were picking up some dates in a bar. I pissed off the wrong woman. She aimed a spell and threw something…" John sighed. "Deanna jumped in front of me and it nailed her instead. Supposed to be temporary. Man turns to woman, get the menses, pop the cherry, have an orgasm. Only it's been four weeks. She's still a man. I don't know how to do it the other way around."

"I thought it just happened. Like recently."

"She's not been sleeping much. She won't touch it. Pees sitting down. Tried to get her to go on a date with a girl… a hooker. Just to see. She freaked out. Hooker made me pay anyway." John muttered that last bit to himself.

"Holy fuck! Yes!" Deanna screamed upstairs. Caleb got to his feet. John grabbed for his gun. Then Deana came charging down the stairs in a flannel shirt and nothing else. "I got my tits back and the fucking boner's gone!" Then she froze. "Hi, Dad."

John swung his gaze to Caleb. "What'd you do?"

"Deanna and I have been… hooking up for a while." Caleb shrugged, his eyes on his coffee. "We made do."

John looked back to his daughter who had pulled the flannel closer around her middle. "Okay. I'm going now."

"Dad, wait." Deanna buttoned the important buttons and hugged him. "I'm sorry."

"I'm the one who fucked up. You don't apologize to me for this." He kissed her head. He moved to the door and looked over the pair of youngsters. "Hope she didn't put your cherry back when you changed back."

"Fuck no! You think?" Deanna threw a biscuit at her father when he ducked outside. "Caleb. We have some research to do, like pronto. I'm not losing this cherry the way I lost my first one."