Summary
What it would be like if Stiles woke up one morning after a freak incident in the woods with his two werewolf buddies and a female sorcerer. A comment that Stiles says that the sorcerer did not like, gets himself turned into a female himself. How will he deal? What happens when Derek and Scott find the girl at Stiles house instead of Stiles?
I don't know where this idea exactly came from but I think it was a picture I saw on deviantart under Sterek but I'm not sure if I wish it to be a Sterek or not as Stiles being a girl. I'll leave that up to the people who review. If you want to see the picture that gave me the idea, just go to deviantart . com and type Sterek into the search bar. You'll see it, but I don't think he'll look like that but hey! It there's credit to give from where the idea came from it's from Karolinekurofskyluck.
Also the Italics will be flashbacks or explaining the nights before or what ever. Thought I'd let you know.
So let the story begin!
(Hopefully it's good.)
Being at Derek's house at ten or eleven at night with Scott finally coming to his senses and starting to be more responsible. So werewolf training was every day or every other day. It also depended on Derek's schedule, who was starting to rebuild his house little by little, meaning room by room. He had officially closed off the basement door, using plaster and some other things to block it and blend it into the wall. Stiles usually sat on the back porch watching the two train when they were fighting, while doing homework or taking notes on the fight that would prove useful to Scott. When they were inside learning about the hunters and their life style or the history of werewolves. Scott surprisingly listened more than in school, Stiles took notes.
These were one of those nights it was a fight outside and Stiles working on homework. It was well past nine at night and Derek and Scott were well into a heated battle. Scott had been getting better but was still slipping up and wasn't as good as a he could be. Though now he could get away from hunters unharmed and without them finding out who he was. Stiles looks up every now and again to see Scott flying through the air but once where Derek was going through the air. Now that one was entertaining to Stiles. Time passed and soon Scott was jogging up to Stiles, grabbing a water bottle from the cooler that sat to the right of his friend, looking onto the work he was doing. Goo thing for the porch light that didn't need electricity but battery. Not until Derek finished rebuilding it to have electricity and plumbing fixed.
"How much of Mr. Harris's work did you get done?" Scott asked, basically the question was 'can I copy your work?' Stiles picked it up and plopped it onto Scott's lap. "All of it's done, though I think you should put the word problem explanations in your own words." Stiles commented, continuing on his math work. Three months ago was when the two started focusing a little more on their school grades and were doing better there so now they had more time to go other places and not get questioned. To much. After all Stiles was still the Sheriff's son. Derek was just stretching while walking around breathing in the refreshing night air. That didn't last long when he caught a stray scent. Scott who had looked away from the chemistry work to around the back yard. Eyes connecting with Derek's.
Stiles noted the quietness and looked up. "What?" He asked, looking between the two of them, pencil in hand tapping lightly against his other hand. Scott looked to Stiles. "Someone's close that shouldn't be. And no, it's not a hunter...something...someone different." Scott informed him. Stiles shook his head, setting aside the book and notebook. "Let's get to it wolves." Stiles said, grabbing the small hdl flashlight from his pocket and walking towards the woods. "Stiles!" Scott called after him, surprisingly Stiles walked fast towards the trees. Derek shook his head but followed the two teens anyway because there was someone on his property and he needed to find out who.
Stiles moved branches out of his way, feet crashing leaves and branches that lay on the ground, light moving along the ground as he walks. "Who do you think it is?" Stiles asked, as Scott came up to his left, Derek following from the right. Scott shrugs and replies with "No way to find out unless we find them" Stiles looked around, shining it about in front of them. It swipes over a figure who was walking in front of them, than Stiles swiped it back to land on the figure again, who stopped walking and was staring at the teens, Derek soon coming to stand farther in front of them.
The figure wore a black jacket with it's hood up, dark skinny jeans that disappeared into knee high leather boots. The hood was drawn over the face so you couldn't see their face, barely any skin was showing and Stiles had the flashlight aimed low because of the bright light it gave off. The surrounding area was lite with the light as well than faded into darkness. "Who are you?" Derek asked the figure, being fierce and stern like the first time the two teens had met him. The figure didn't say anything at first but waved a hand off dismissively. "Just passing through." They had replied, all three finding out it was a female. She had avoided the question.
"You avoided the question. Trust me, I know and I do that a lot." Stiles told her, Scott stayed quiet because he wasn't really sure what to say. The girl shrugged. "Doesn't matter who I am boy. Like I said I am just passing through." She replied, Stiles gaped for a minute. "Yeah, well just answer the damn question so Derek doesn't go all insane on you. He isn't afraid to attack a girl you know." Stiles told her. She laughed and walked towards them, putting a hand out to stop Derek in his movements, walking straight to Stiles. "Seems your more interested in having the questioned answered." She said, holding out her hand and grabbing onto the hand that holds the flash light, whispering words fast and not able to understand. Stiles tried pulling his hand back, but the girl had a strong grip.
She let go when he went to pull back strongly and he ended up flaying his arms and flew to the ground, flashlight catching a glimpse of the female's face before it was immersed into darkness once again and the flashlight on the ground. Scott couldn't move, though both him and Derek struggled to. "Oh. Down boys. I am doing no harm. A small sorcerer girl passing through the woods to disappear into the night." She commented, able to hear the smile in her words. She walked away from the three. When she was walking away and soon out of sight there was a small crackle sound before the two wolves could move again.
"Did she say sorcerer?" Stiles asked, grabbing the flashlight and stands up, wiping the dirt off his clothes. "I think so." Scott said, turning to look at Derek. "Did you know there were sorcerers?" He asked him. Derek shook his head. "Maybe they didn't have any in Beacon hills so I never knew that there was." Derek replied, Stiles sighed. "Let's just get back and I gotta go home. My dad actually gets home at a decent hour and if I'm not back at midnight and pretending to sleep. Well. Let's just say it isn't going to be pretty."
Location: Stilinski household. The next morning.
Stiles rolled over in his bed, groaning because of the sunlight leaking into his room. Something soft brushed against his face and was covering it from the rays of the sun. His hand came up to brush it away and it just fell back into place. He tried again but it was the same result. "what the?" He mumbled sleepily. Why did his voice sound different? He slowly sat up, legs underneath him. There was something different. Something was wrong. The soft dark brown thing that had been brushing against his face was hanging off to the sides. His legs seemed smaller and thinner. He stared down at his pillow until he woke up fully. Bringing his hand up to scratch his head, stopping when it come into connect with the dark hair. From the top of his head he let his fingers trail down.
Oh yeah. Something was wrong. He didn't have long hair. Stiles jumped up off his bed and fell onto the floor, apparently his balance was messed up too. He stood up and slowly moved to the bathroom down the hall. Finding the balance and closing the door behind him and looking in the mirror. His jaw dropped. "Oh." His hand moved to his face. "My god." He breathed out. He ran his hand over his face, pinching a small piece and pulling it up. It was his skin, not a mask. Same chocolate brown eyes stared back at him. His face was in a smooth heart shaped but a little bit of a fox like feature, high cheek bones, soft pink lips that were full. The hand that was touching his face was small and slender. Long fingers and nails that were a little long and rounded at the end. Skin smooth, flawless of any blemishes and hair free, eyebrows neatly plucked.
He still wore the big black t-shirt he wore to bed along with the short that were hang a little low and loose on his hips. His eyes scanned down the clothing and he tugged at it. It was really loose, he tugged it over his head quickly and backed up, to get a full size look at himself in the mirror. He had curves, small hips, a flat stomach, possible size A or B boobs. What. Boobs? "Oh god! Please no." He said, pulling the shorts away from his hips to look down. Nothing. His manhood was gone. He dropped to his knees, once again sitting on top of his legs. Shirt gripped in his hands. What the hell was going on? Why the hell was he a female! There was a knock on the bathroom door. "Stiles" His dad called, Stiles head whipped to stare at the door. "oh shit." He whispered, he looked at it than down at himself. Well his new self and quickly pulled the shirt over his head again.
"Stiles? You okay in there?" He called, Stiles coughed. "Uh, yeah. What'cha need?" He said quickly and much like a girl. "You sure you sound like a girl." "Cold!" Stiles said quickly. "Well, okay. Take some medicine, I'm off to work." His dad said and Stiles listened to the footsteps leave and waited until the front door shut. After an awkward bathroom problem, he washed his hands, brushed his teeth and tried taming the tangles of dark brown hair. Growling at it and saying ow a lot as his fingers got caught. He gave up and stripped and took a shower and used the conditioner that was in there. It made combing out the knots easier. He didn't look down at the body once he turned off the water after rinsing the conditioner out and grabbed a towel and quickly wrapped it around his whole body and walked back to the mirror.
Was this seriously happening. "What am I going to do?" He asked himself, sighing as he walked out of the bathroom to his room. Hair dripping and dripping onto the carpet. He looked around his room, quickly walking over to his dresser. What the hell was he going to wear! He started going through his cloths. "This are all to big." He complained, throwing the clothes behind him in frustration. He settled on the smallest clothes he had including the drier shrunken briefs. He got dressed in a pair of dark red skinny jeans and a black t-shirt and a plaid over shirt. If he wanted to be comfortable he had to go shopping...for girl things. "Can this get any worse?" He asked himself and turned around coming face to face with Derek.
He jumped back and put his a hand on his chest. "Holy shit! You fucking scared me." Stiles yelled at him, Derek was glaring at him. "Why are you glaring at me?" He asked the wolf. "Who are you and why are you in Stiles' house?" He growled out. Stiles stared at him than it clicked. That's right Stiles no longer looked like himself. "I...I'm Stiles..cousin." Stiles got out, Derek glared more. "Try again." "Oh fuck." Stiles said, that's right. Can't lie to werewolves. "I...I'll just go and uh hopefully you don't stalk me." Stiles quickly said, slipping pass Derek's large frame, quickly grabbing his jeep keys and phone and running out of the room. He ran down the stairs and slipping into a pair of flip flops that were laying at the front door, he quickly got into his jeep and drove away from his house. Of course Derek would show up and of course Derek would think it weird an unnamed girl in Stiles' house, leaving and taking his jeep was also going to spark something.
He pulled into a bank and moved through the drive through and withdrew a large amount of money from an account he's had and it was for buying things any way. He drove towards the mall, parking in the closest spot to the entrance. "Okay. You can do this Stiles. You can by girl clothes without getting strange looks, just got and do it." He encouraged himself, taking a breath and pocketing the money, getting out of his jeep, slipping the keys and phone in his pocket. He walked towards the doors and walked inside. 'First things first.' Stiles thought. 'Bras and panties.' He shivered slightly, it would be so weird buying those.
So Stiles made his way to Victoria's Secret. One place he knew that had both items he needed now. His hair had dried and was in curls that got into his face and he had to repeatedly move them behind his ear. "This is so weird." he breathed out as he walked into Victoria's Secret. The amount of looks he got from guys on the way over her was plan out freaky. A girl walked up to him because he was staring at the bras for a good amount of time. "Do you need help hun? You've been standing there and staring at the bras for a while now. My name is Kayla." She said, Stiles looked up to see the voice belonged to a blonde whose hair was in a ponytail and strands of hair framing her face. Stiles looked back at them. "I uh...not sure what my size is." He told her, she smiled. "Than let me help. What size cup do you think you are?" She asked him. He fiddled with his fingers. "Maybe a A or a B." He replied looking to her. "Oh and my name is..Scarlet. But it's not like you asked." He told her, the name had just popped up in his head and well he didn't think Stiles would cut it.
Kayla smiled. "Well let's grab some of these." She said, grabbing some A's and B's ranging from 32 to 36. "We can go back into the fitting rooms and see if any off these fit you." She told him, grabbing his arm and leading him to the fitting room and pointed to an open door heading him the bras. "Go ahead and try them on." She said watching as Stiles walked into the room, closing the door behind him. He placed the bras on a hook by the straps, hesitating to take his shirts off but he did after a few minutes and a few breaths. He grabbed one and tried working it on. It took him a few different tries to figure out how to put one on easily. It was a B and Stiles had check the number. "So?" Kayla called to him.
"Uh..32 B" He answered. "That's great" She replied, smiling. "Can I take the tag off and wear? Give them price tag when I pay." Stiles questioned, he kept itching the spot where the small tagged that was stitched onto the bra rubbed against his skin. "I don't see anything wrong with it." She commented after a minute. "Great." Stiles said, quickly putting the two shirt back on after taking the price tag off. He walked out of the room, Kayla was leaning against the frame. "So if you need anymore help, don't hesitate to ask." She said, before leaving, Stiles nodded. He sighed and ran his hands threw his hair and walked back into the store, collecting 32b bras and randomly grabbed underwear and some of the bras came with underwear. He also grabbed a few packs of girl boxers.
He soon went to the register and paid for everything, have given them the tag for the bra he was wearing. They had bagged all the under garments and handed him a bag. bidding him a good day and to come again. He walked out, sighing and running into a hard structure. Backing up, rubbing his head. "I'm sorr-"He looks up. Derek. "I told you that I hoped you wouldn't stalk me. You seriously need to stop all the quiet ninja shit and scaring the hell out of people." Stiles told him, shaking his head, and walking around him, finding a store where he could buy clothes. Derek follows not saying anything until Stiles is holding up a plaid shirt and examining it. It was more the size for his current structure now.
"You're wearing clothes that aren't yours. You stole a car and a phone and you expect me not to follow you and not find out who you are." Derek finally says. Stiles folds the shirt over his arm, continuing to look at other shirts. "So to my clothes. You just wouldn't understand anything I would say, Derek. I mean come on this isn't a easy thing to explain either." Stiles told him, moving onto a pants section. Derek had his brows knitted together in confusion. Who the hell was this girl and how did she know him. "I'll ask again who are you?" Derek asked him, moving in front of him. Stiles smiled and decided to have fun with this. "You know what. I'll let you try and figure that out Hale. I'll see you around." Stiles says, getting all the clothes he needed here. All that was left were socks and shoes. He started to walked away, then turned to face Derek, who didn't move but a look of surprise on his face. "That's a new emotion. But no. No stalking and no surprise visits at Stiles house. I'll be there." He told him, going to the register, paying for all the cloths.
This could actually be fun. At first Stiles freaked out in his mind and than trying to figure out what to do and now. Now, it was like a game. He soon bought socks that would fit his smaller feet and shoes that would fit. Converses and some combat boots that looked really awesome. Derek wasn't following him anymore and he was in his jeep making his way home. Home. Yeah that was going to be a problem. What was he going to say or explain to his dad. He thought all the way there. He grabbed all the bags and was soon inside his house and in his room. He laid down on his bed, staring at the ceiling. It was different being a girl. The fact was why did he magically get a gender bend. He thought for a minute. "That bitch!" He exclaimed. It was that sorcerer they had met in the woods. She did this to him.
But. Where was he going to find her? She disappeared in the dark last night and he didn't have a name. He closed his eyes and had been awoken by a door being closed from downstairs. It had slammed but he suspected it wasn't meant to. "Stiles!" His dad called, Stiles took a breath and stood up, quickly changing out of his male clothes to the new clothes he had bought. He walked out of his room and walked down the stairs. Time to face his dad and give an ultimate lie to someone who couldn't detect it like Derek or Scott could. "Uh, Stiles isn't here." It sounded weird saying his own name, he sounded like he was talking in third person. "There was a sudden trip and switch of.. cousins." Stiles tried, his dad stared at him. "I don't ever seeing you. I would think Stiles would have let me know if he was going some where." His dad looked skeptical, Stiles couldn't blame him.
Stiles shifted his weight slightly. "We never met. I'm from Stella's side of the family, her sisters daughter." Stiles said, it pained him to bring his mother into this but it was how this only thing would work. Stan stilled for a moment. "You said something about a cousin switch." Stan said, Stiles nodded. "Stiles and I have been talking about it and well honestly neither family knew of our plans but you don't have to worry about him, he's safe." Stiles reasoned. Stan sighed and shook his head. "In the middle of the school year? Really? What about his work? And what's your name?" Stan asked. Stiles shrugged slightly, he was going to have to enroll as female him anyway and his dad didn't stay in contact with his mother's sister any way so it was working so far. "Scarlet. Also we just planned on enrolling into each other school's and sending each other our assignments." Stiles told the man.
Stan took a moment to think about this, than shook his head. "I just stopped by to say I was working all night at the station...I'll be back tomorrow afternoon." Stan said, turning and leaning. Stiles could tell he was confused. Stiles sighed and moved quickly back to his jeep. It was Thursday and well he already missed a day of school and he had to enroll any way. He stopped and turned around grabbing the school work. Turn in what he had. He returned to his jeep and drove it to school and parked it, grabbing the paper and moving to go to the office. The secretary looked up at him. "What can I do for you miss?" She asked, Stiles placed the work on the counter. "I came to turn these in for Genim Stilinski and also to enroll." He replied, again weird saying his own name.
She took the papers and quickly looked through them and nodded. Grabbing other papers and handed them to him. He stood there and filled out what he could, with previous school he just put home schooled and gave them back with the requested classes he like to have, unfortunately it was all the classes he already had. She went over them and typed into the computer. Stiles turned and took a seat, it would take a minute. Students were walking in going to the principle's office. In trouble was the only thing he thought of then he saw a lacrosse jersey. Shit. What was he going to do about that? He couldn't be on the team like the way he was. "Miss. Stilinski." Amy had called, Stiles took a minute and only realized she meant him since Stilinski was said. "Yes." he asked, once at the counter.
"Lucky for you, I could get you enrolled today and in all those classes you picked. Have you been here before?" Stiles shakes his head, but gets handed schedule. "You'll start tomorrow. Welcome to Beacon Hills.' She said, Stiles nodded and smiled at her. He turned quickly and walked out. So tomorrow in the same school, same classes same personality but not same name or body. He walked down the halls, it was nearing the end of the day and he had to get his jeep out of here before any one asked questioned. As he folded the paper and stuffed it in his back pocket he turned the corner and ran into someone. 'Not again.' he mentally groaned, but when he looked up he saw Jackson Whittemore instead. That was worse. He stared at him.
"You okay?' He questioned, Stiles must've been staring waiting for the 'watch out dumb ass' or something along those lines of insult. "I...oh yeah I'm okay. Perfectly fine. Why wouldn't I be?" He rambled slightly, Jackson had taken a step back to get out of his space. He was looking him over. "I haven't seen you here before. You new or something?" Jackson questioned. "Shouldn't you be in class?" Stiles countered, and Jackson just smiled. "I'm suppose to be. But I guess it's good I'm not or I wouldn't have met you." Jackson told him, Stiles froze. 'oh god. he is so not trying to flirt with me is he!' Stiles thought to himself. Panic set in. "I gotta go!" Stiles stated, and moving around Jackson and ran out of the school as fast as he could. He pushed the doors open and ran for his jeep.
"So weird!" He shouted as he grabbed the jeep door's handle and yanked it open, scrambling in and starting it again for that day and driving off to his house. Least to say as Stiles crashed onto his bed it was a long day. Waking up as a girl. Derek scaring the hell out of you twice in one day. Having to tell your dad one huge as lie. Going to school and have Jackson try to hit on you. Stiles wasn't sure what the point of this whole thing was, but he hoped it wasn't going to last long because it sure as hell wasn't going to be a one day thing. He took his shoes off and climbed underneath the covers falling to sleep quickly. Tomorrow was going to be day two of hell and trying to hide like hell from Jackson. Oh why did this have to be the time where he broke up with Lydia?
Okay. That's that. It's shorter than most of my starters and I think it's a little half assed and scattered about but hey. I wanted to get the first chapter up before I went to bed so here it is. If you love it. Favorite it. Got a suggestion, review it. Also don't forget who you want to see Fem-Stiles be with. I hope this gets a lot of attention.