Hey guys, So I really haven't uploaded anything in a very long time and I'm sorry about that. Everything is so chaotic IRL right now. I feel like I haven't even been able to watch the freakin' TV since like early late July.

So, anyway, my life troubles aside, this is my first story in this fandom and also, coincidentally my first gender-bend story as well so hopefully, they're not to OOC. I have nothing against boy Stiles so don't hate on me, guys. Stiles is an amazing character no matter his gender. I just happened to make him a girl in this story. This seriously came out of nowhere. I saw a picture of these awesome boots and this was born. It's a total excuse to put Stiles in a dress, leather jacket, and hooker heels so enjoy. (I also may write a second chapter, which would include Smut, to this but it's up in the air right now)

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Beautiful/Monster

Pairing: Fem!Stiles/Derek, Scott/Allison mentioned.

Rating: T (Might go up if the second chapter gets written. I make no promises, though)

Warnings: Slash in the form of het, Genderbend, cursing, adult-ish situations (Sexy dancing counts as that, right?)

Copyright: I wish I could be as cool as Jeff Davies.

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"They're just brown boxes." Stiles muttered, staring at the boxes on the bed. One of them had come yesterday in the mail and the other had been from her dad but despite Stiles' usual impatience to open gifts, they laid on the bed unopened. She stared at them and mentally cursed her ADHD for making her take Adderall which led to her staying up and making irrational decisions at 3 am. She sighed drumming her finger on her computer desk.

"Not opening it. Not opening it." She said turning her attention back to her essay for coach Finstock. She scanned it with her eyes and they snagged on the reflection of the biggest box in the screen.

"Aw," she huffed, closing her eyes then reopening hem. "Damnit." She sprung up from the chair and dive-bombed the bed, grabbing the big box in the process. She lawed at the tape and ripped open the box. She tore at the tissue paper then as Stiles caught the first glimpse of Black, she took a deep breath and finished unwrapping the item in the box. Two glistening black boots* laid there side by side, looking perfectly innocent if somewhat slutty until you reached the bottom, where with a flash of red, the heels were revealed to be sharp and deadly beautiful. She ran her fingers down the boot feeling the smooth texture and sighed.

Definitely feel like they're worth $2000. She thought before pushing the box to the side and grabbing the 2nd box. This one was slightly smaller and had been from her dad, who had put a haphazard bow on it. She smiled then tore into the box. The Sherriff hadn't bothered with tissue or anything frilly so the minute she opened the flaps, her gift was revealed. It was a red leather jacket** she had seen in a window at the mall the last time her dad had taken her to get clothes. It had been like $90 so she hadn't wanted her dad to pay that much but he probably hadn't missed the way she looked at it, if by getting it for her was anything to go by. There was a note laying in it and when she picked it up, it felt heavy in her hand. She opened it and a plastic card fell out. She picked it up and turned it over. A goofy looking version looked back at her from under the official seal of the DMV. Stiles gasped and nearly dropped it again at the realization that this was her new I.D. She flicked open the note.

Don't make me regret this

~Dad

She smiled, immediately feeling a wave of love for her dad. She pulled out her phone typing out a quick "I love you" and sent it to him. She checked her phone for any other messages and not seeing any, tears pricked at the corner of her eyes but she just sniffed them back, not wanting to have to deal with redoing her eyeliner 'cause that stuff was a bitch to deal with it. She poked herself in the eye about 5 times before she managed to get it on her eye. She honestly had no clue how Allison and Lydia did it on a regular basis. She sucked in another breath and just brushed aside the hurt she was feeling and reached out for the dress*** that was hanging off of her dresser. Cinnamon Sugar, one of the Drag Queen friends she'd made during the whole Kanima fiasco, had connections to a fashion designer in New York and thought the design would be perfect for Stiles. It was an off the shoulder dress and had a bejeweled strap on the other side and it fell to about her mid-thigh. She smoothed out the fabric and tousled at her hair, which she had curled earlier but thanks to its usual disobedience, had fallen and now was probably just a mess. She turned and caught her reflection in the mirror, freezing.

"Holy Shit," She cursed, eyes widening. "I'm Sexy."

She heard the thrumming of an engine and peeked out her window. Cinnamon waved at her from his, er, her Porsche**** and Stiles smiled, waving back. She went back to the boot box and as quickly as she could, pulled the boots on and laced them. She grabbed her phone and wallet, slipping it into the jacket. She made sure the house was locked up tight; her dad was at work and would be livid if he got a call about his own house, then meet Cinnamon at her car.

"Looking Day-um sexy there, girl." Cinnamon purred, making her do a spin-around before letting her into the car. "Ready for a Purrrrfect night?"

Stiles nodded and Cinnamon smiled and took off, roaring down the street.

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The club was hot, sticky and Stiles both loved/hated it. The bouncer had only given her a small hassle at the door about her ID, but had taken one look at her outfit and leered, letting her in. Cinnamon had secured them a booth with some of the other Drag Queens. They all oohed and aahed at her before dragging her out to the dance floor. Now she was resting back at the booth because while the boots did wonders for her image, Damn were they a bitch to dance in. She nursed on a margarita and checked her phone for the umpteenth time. Cinnamon clucked and grabbed her phone from her hand.

"Honey," she said slipping the phone into Stiles' jacket. "He ain't worth it. Come on," She smiled brightly snagging her wrist and pulling her to the floor, cutting of her protests. "I got someone you should meet." Cinnamon pulled her through the dancers, flashing miles at the more attractive ones. "Cinna, I really don't-eep!" She squeaked as Cinna pushed her into a cute, sandy haired boy, who caught her before she fell.

"Hey." He said flashing a cute boy-ish grin.

Stiles flushed. Act cool, act coo- "Dimples!" so not cool! She thought panicking but the boy just smiled sweetly at her.

"It's okay. A lot of people comment on them. I'm George."

"Stiles. I'm so sorry I have no filter and I talk a lot and I really don't have any control of what comes out of my mouth sometimes and a lot of people find it annoying and don't really-"

George cut her off with a hand on her arm. "Stiles?" he asked, inquisitively.

She nodded.

"Breathe." He said calmly, still smiling. "Wanna dance?"

She nodded, still feeling like an idiot. He pulled her into him and moved her arms around his neck. The song was a slower so they just moved against each other for a while. As they danced, they talked and found out that they both loved curly fries and Doctor who, Tennant not Smith because he was the doctor. Stiles lost track of how many songs they danced to. She was now facing away from George and they were grinding against each other when she felt him hardened against her back. She froze slightly but George didn't seem to notice and kept dancing.

Holy shit, that's his d- She thought, moving back against it and heard him groan, lowly. Come on Stilinski, you can't be a total virgin forever. That's why you came to the club in the first place, even if you wished he was different. Tiny bit taller, darker hair, with a tiny bit of stu- She cut herself off there and shook her head, getting rid of those thoughts. She took a deep breath and made her discoing. She moved her hand to where his was resting near her ribs and moved it down to her hip. She heard him make a noise, then move his head down to kiss her neck. Her eyes slipped closed and she could almost pretend. She shivered and she could feel him smile against her neck before starting to suck a hickey into it. She gasped and her eyes flew open as heat uncurled in her stomach. She began to turn, opening her mouth. Her invitation to come outside died on her lips when her eyes met red instead of hazel staring at her in Anger before turning to glare at George.

"Leave." A deep voice and George paled and disappeared into the crowd. Stiles watched him leave, feeling like cold water had just been dumped on her. She, however, did feel a different type of warmth rise through her body. She turned back to the alpha, fury in her eyes.

"What the hell, Derek?" she raged at him, crossing her arms over her chest.

His eyes dipped down to her chest, where the fabric of dress bunched up and gave a decent view of her admittedly-small cleavage , before traveling up to her neck where George's hickey was and growled even deeper before meeting her eyes, which wow, those boots really gave her some leverage. "You weren't at the meeting." He bit out, grabbing her arm and pulling her into him as the people on the floor surged with the music.

"What meeting?" she asked, incredously. "Besides, had more important things to do tonight." if there had been a slight innuendo in that sentence, Stiles was never going to admit it. She looked away from Derek and huffed.

He growled even more at her and the people around them as they pressed into close. "Pack Meeting. Scott was supposed to text you."

She snorted and rolled her eyes, breaking his grip on her arm. "First of all, I love Scott but man Sourwolf, did you pick the wrong person to text me, especially if he's around Allison. Second of all, I'm not even in your pack, which you've made pretty clear from day one and third, today's my 18th birthday" She took a deep breath then stared directly into his eyes. "And I think it's damn time to stop being a pathetic virgin so if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go find my friend that you scared off."

She stepped back and turned preparing to push through people to find George, hoping she could salvage the rest of the evening. She Heard Derek snarl then felt herself being pulled back into a wall of muscle that was his chest.

"Why?" He snarled, putting his arm, which was like a brand burning into her stomach, around her to keep her in place. "So he can put his hands all over what's Mine? Because you are Mine, Stiles and if he does so much as think about you, I'll kill him."

Before Stiles could retort another "What the Hell?", Derek sealed his mouth over the red mark George had left and bit down. Hard. Stiles gasped, the warmth in her stomach returning and erupting through her body, and went lax in Derek's arms.

"D-Derek." She stuttered out and she could practically feel his smugness as he nosed up her neck.

"Yes?" He bit at her earlobe and began to move his hips against her, in time to the music.

She shuttered, almost losing her train of thought. "It's my birthday." She finally managed to say.

"Hmm?"

"Did you bring me a present?"

He growled but she felt him smile. "Come on, Little Red." He said, turning her to face him, and smiled wolfishly. "The Big Bad Wolf's got a gift for you in the Woods." His eyes glowed red as he leaned forward and pulled her into a kiss.

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*Boots: www. ysloutletsale images/

**Jacket: sharetv images/ once_upon_a_time/cast/large/emma_

***Dress:

****Porsche: files/b4xda8VQ7n-fj8ogtRyuhuxDOk28KrXfWiYTaZ-6W1XnTe*rMoHF95OFfxzjCzEdlMYGM6Htbn9 FD*

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