"This'll be the hardest part. Making the new you. Giving up the old person for a while. We need to convince you that this, for now, is you" she told him, and opened the shoe box she'd put on the coffee table. She pulled out a pair of four inch, black, stiletto heels.
"If you're going to learn to walk, then this is the way to start." She put them on his feet, then helped him start walking. He walked with her help, but learned to swing his hips slightly with the steps. He let go of her when he got the hang of it, and she put her heels on, showing him how to make it easier. When he'd learned, they went to her room so that they could change. They were going out, because she wanted him to learn that this was part of him too.
They both got in short shorts, and ended in low cut tops, then she sat him on her bed to explain it to him.
"Look. This is you, and you need to show it. When you dress up. You need to make your voice higher, more 'bubbly.' You can't look like a girl without acting like a girl. Hand gestures. Attitude. Flirting. Flirting is way different. We need to find out what type you are." She said, and he understood. There were two main types of girls. Shy, and Alpha. Both give out tests, but their highly different.
Shy's are quiet, sometimes with one word answers, and they don't give you anything to work with. You need to take the spotlight away from them, and then they'll slowly take it back. Alphas are somehow easier. They show you their defenses right away, but you can easily find the holes in their emotional walls. You have to put them center stage, all the lights on them. And it helps you get a better view. They' re going to try to put you down, and make fun of you.
They were getting light jackets, and were about to leave as the boys walked back in. They did a double take as they looked at the girls, and checked both of them out.
Sam and Cas looked at Gabriel, and so did Dean. Chloe sighed, but Gabriel batted her eyelashes and looked down at her feet.
"Hey, I'm Gabbie" the older girl said, flashing a smile. As they stared at her, Chloe mumbled something about going to the bathroom, and all but ran away. She went into her room and locked the door of her en-suite, pressing her back against the door, and sliding down into a fetal position, wrapping her arms around her legs.
She could feel the tears rolling down her face, and she knew her makeup was running. Why wouldn't Dean notice her? Was she even good enough for him? She highly doubted it.
"Are you okay?" Dean asked from through the door. He was confused. He liked her so much, but she acted weird around him. Like he brought out the worst in her. She probably hated him. He sighed. Why couldn't he figure her out? Women were usually open books. What was different? Why was she so confusing?
"I'm fine" she told him, knowing she didn't sound like it. She used her mojo to fix her makeup, add some extra padding to her bra, and tighten her clothes.
"What's wrong? If you don't tell me, I'll pick the lock."
She straitened her shoulders, trying to add confidence to herself. "Nothing's wrong. Wqhy are you asking?" she said, and leaned over the counter some, getting closer to the mirror so she could put on her cherry-flavored, plumping lipgloss.
He got on his knees and picked the lock, getting up and opening the door, putting his head in the bathroom. He blushed slightly when he saw her leaning over, her ass pushing out, and he looked at it for a second before stepping in. He crossed his arms, and leaned against the wall.
"You can't lie to me. I lie for a living" he said, eyes lingering on her chest in the mirror for a half second. She turned towards him, putting her hands on her hips, and pushing one hip out, him bringing out her bitch. "I had a second of doubt. I wasn't sure about myself, and I had a second of weakness" she told him, being completely honest, but not telling him why .
"But now I'm fine" she told him, reaching to get her phone, and she tucked it into her back pocket. She put the lipgloss in with it, and grabbed her sparkly blue wallet. She walked out, swinging her hips, but not enough that he knew she was trying. She walked back down where Gabriel was still flirting. She acted like Gagne was any of her other friends, and pressed her front against his back, wrapping her arms around the new woman's waist.
"Let's go Gab" she said, after she kissed her shoulder. She couldn't act like they were siblings. She had to act like they were best friends. She let go, but kept one arm around her waist, pulling her towards the door. They got to Chloe's car, and Gabriel looked over at her, smiling.
"Oh my god. They really thought I was a girl." She said, almost vibrating with happiness.
"You want to invite them?" Chloe asked, Gabe's happiness infecting her. She nodded, and Chloe walked back to the house. She opened the door. "You guys want to come with us?" she yelled, knowing they'd hear. Sam yelled back a quick 'no thanks', but Cas came to the door and nodded, grabbing a sweatshirt. Dean walked to the door a minute later, pulling on a plaid shirt over his black t-shirt. When they were all in her viper, she drove off to go to the mall.