TUESDAY! - CROSSDRESSING

[musingdarkly.livejournal.com]

Hi, I'm musingdarkly, and I'm your guest host this week. Sorry about the problems yesterday, and I hope to make up for it for the rest of this week!

Today's theme is cross-dressing. Make a man act like a woman, a woman dress like a guy, or just make it all about a bet! Have fun, and make us all laugh and cry and smile.

Again, I'm sorry, and I promise it won't be happening again.

Remember to prompt with the right format, and follow the rules:

Star Trek: Reboot, Spock/Kirk, Spock, a dress, and Aliens making them do it.

Leverage, Elliot/Alec, How had Hardison talked him into this?

NCIS, Abby, Halloween

And remember, if nothing strikes your fancy, the Lonely prompts are calling our for a friend, so go visit, and adopt one!

Have a great day and I'll see you tomorrow!

Just a reminder, only five prompts in a row, three prompts per fandom. If one of your prompts is answered, you can prompt more!

"tag=theme(crossdressing)"

Comments

[lilithisbitter.livejournal.com]

HIMYM, Barney & Marshall, "No way you'd make a better woman, Marshall."

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Shakespeare, Twelfth Night or As You Like It, "Wanna trade?"

Twelfth Night: Fair Trade (Sebastian, Viola - PG)

[angel-gidget.livejournal.com]

"I find that I prefer the brighter colors, actually. Now that the leggings are washed out, I would just as soon hand them to another. Care to trade, dear brother?"

It's a little embarrassing for Sebastian, though he wouldn't care to admit it. He always thought of himself as taller than Viola. But it seems in their time apart that she has gained just enough stature to look him in the eye... and now to trade stockings with him.

Men's stockings.

He thought she would be done with her Cesario persona upon marring Orsino, but it would seem that the duke has a fascination with her alter ego and loves the scandal of indulging her.

Sebastian finds the whole thing rather perverse, but knows he has no place to talk.

After all, when he swaps stockings with Viola tonight, he will come home smelling slightly of his sister's floral scent...

... and he will revel in it when Olivia breathes him in a little more deeply.

[misura.livejournal.com]

Firefly, Wash/Zoe/Mal, "It does look good on you, sir."

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Author's choice, author's choice, she dresses as a boy to seduce him

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot/any, thigh-high shiny black lace-up boots

Got wordy again so there's two parts

[me-ya-ri.livejournal.com]

A/N: Definitely part of the Saved! 'verse with dominate Eliot (http://me-ya-ri.livejournal.com/263634.html).

"Put them on."

Eliot tosses a pair of boots on Alec's bed, his expression impatient. It's late morning, the proverbial morning after. The team's got the day off, thank goodness. Alec's not sure his legs will hold him after everything that happened yesterday. Especially everything Eliot did to him last night.

"The hell?" Alec asks, running his fingers over the thigh-high shiny black lace-up boots. They've even got stiletto heels. "I can't wear these."

"Put them on, Alec," Eliot says in a drawl that's more of a growl. His chin lowers just so.

Alec finds himself scrambling out of bed and pulling the boots to him. Eliot's fully clothed, jeans, a hoodie. Alec's naked, befuddled by sleep, sex and the way Eliot looms over him. The left boot slides on easily, fitting over his leg. He has to tug it up over his thigh, adjusting the laces from the bottom. It takes forever and Eliot just watches, his arms crossed over his chest. Alec's cock is hard as a rock by the time the left boot's on and comfortably adjusted. He works the right boot on, hurrying as much as his shaking fingers will allow. His cock's weeping by the time he's done. The damned boots feel way too good.

"Stand up."

Alec stands, wobbling for a second on the stilettos. Eliot smiles. It's black and dirty and oh so fucking hot the way he reaches over and grabs Alec's cock like it's a leash. He tugs and Alec follows, his hips swaying as he balances on the heels. Alec's breath is shaking. His hands are shaking. Hell, his knees are shaking. He has no clue what Eliot's going to do next but he's more than ready for anything. Eliot leads him into the bathroom, standing Alec in front of a brand new full-length mirror. Alec whimpers at the sight of his body. He's so hard that he feels light headed.

"Need to finish the look," Eliot drawled in Alec's ear.

There's a black leather mini-skirt on the counter and a scarlet corset. Eliot passes the corset over to Alec, the order clear in his eyes. Alec whimpers as he wraps the silk around his torso. Eliot takes his time lacing the thing up. The corset cinches in tight, stealing Alec's breath away by inches. Or maybe it's the look in Eliot's eyes as Alec's waist is reduced that's stealing his breath. The kiss Eliot presses against Alec's shoulder makes him sway. Eliot catches him.

"Skirt," Eliot says, passing it over to Alec to put on.

"Fuck," Alec breaths, the single word shaking with arousal.

He steps into the mini and slowly slides it up his legs, over the boots that scream 'fuck me'. The skirt settles over his hips, riding just below the edge of the corset. The front's tilted up because Alec's cock is so hard that it might as well be made of steel. Eliot smirks at him, nodding approval. He hooks a finger in summons, leaving the bathroom. Alec follows, expecting a quick return to bed. Eliot heads out into the kitchen.

"Uh, El?" Alec asks, his knees still shaking though he's getting steadier on the heels.

"What?"

"What if someone comes in?" Alec asks, slightly panicked at the thought of one of the others seeing him this way. He's unshaven. He smells of sex. He's dressed in a hooker outfit that most hookers would be ashamed to wear. He can't decide if he's horrified by the thought of them seeing him this way or so turned on that his brain's going to explode.

"So what?" Eliot gives him that slightly annoyed look, like he's being stupid.

"I don't… I don't want them to see me this way," Alec admits in a voice that's way too small. He presses his hands against the leather skirt that's barely hiding his cock.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

SPN, Dean/Ellen, she feels free to borrow his clothes

SPN, Dean/Ellen, she feels free to borrow his clothes

[kasmodia.livejournal.com]

Dean’s used to finding somebody wearing nothing but boxers when he comes back to whatever motel they’re currently staying at.

HIS boxers, when Sammy’s run out of clean ones, which happens a lot because Sam’s a wuss and changes them like a girl say seven times a day – or a week but who’s counting.

It’s O.K.. Dean doesn’t mind sharing his underwear with his little brother. Seems appropriate considering they share their weapons and bodily fluids too. Besides, Sammy buys him pie on a regular basis so it’s fine.

But Ellen, Ellen doesn’t buy him pie. So when he enters the room and sees her sitting in the only chair in the motel room, feet propped up on the table and wearing nothing but a pair of Dean’s boxers he’s kinda thrown.

„Errr, Ellen-“

Lifting her hand to sush him, she says her goodbeys to whomever she’s speaking to on her mobile and turns to Dean, raising an eyebrow quizzically, as if this was her room and Dean was showing off his non-existent boobs to somebody who’s slept with her father.

Dean cringes. OhGodohGodohGod. That’s like, like social incest which is not the good kind. At all.

Getting a grip on himself, he clears his throat and mutters, as deep and gravely as he can, „shouldn’t this be a tie, all ’pretty woman’ like?“, internally cringing a little more ’cause he really, really doesn’t want to go down that road but he’s Dean Winchester and that’s what he does.

Ellen laughs at his burning, crimson-coloured face and gets up, grabing one of Dean’s Tees from his duvel and slips into it in one graceful motion. So she’s wearing no bra today. Interesting, Dean thinks and instanrly berates himself.

„Don’t panic, honey, I don’t want your body, I just need your clothes.“

„Huh?“

„Disguise. Gonna help Jo hunt a Karmesh demon and need something that stinks of testosterone. Bastards smell women a mile away.“

Huh. Maybe not the clean ones then?

Being dressed fully, Ellen grabs her gun and jams it beneath the waistband of her – Dean’s – jeans and reassures him „you’ll get your stuff back“.

Already half out of the door, she suddenly stops, stays still for a moment and then turns to face Dean, slowly and with a thoughtful gaze.

„Then again, maybe I want your body too.“ She smiles briefly like somebody who’s just had an awesome idea and turns around again to leave, a sly smile in her voice when says „and don’t forget to wear the tie, Julia.“

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Parker/any, "Parker shouldn't dress like the general any more. The power goes to her head."

Leverage, Parker/any, "Parker shouldn't dress like the general any more.

[epicallytired.livejournal.com]

A/N Sorry if this isn't what you wanted.

The Civil War Job

The mark this time, a “pillar of the community” filthy rich, gobbling up low income housing and flipping it into condo’s pushing people out of their homes. Also, a civil war reenacter.

Sophie was the hook. Alec was sorting through the morass of holding companies and financial records. Nate, well, no one was sure what he was doing exactly, but they trusted him to make it work.

Parker stood by the Mark, (Richard Molish) on the grounds of the towns new golf course, helping them plan the attack against the confederate soldiers.

“it has to be total annihilation.”

Eliot stood behind her, “the war’s already been fought, it’s just a reenactment.”

“that’s stupid. Why run the same game twice. Nope. I’m the general, I say we come around this hill and surprise them from behind. They’ll never see it coming.”

“Parker.”

“General Hooker to you. And cut that hair soldier, we’re at war!”

Jeliot unfolded his arms and walked away, speaking into his comm.. "Parker shouldn't dress like the general any more. The power goes to her head."

[museofspeed.livejournal.com]

DCU, Dick/Roy, Dick's undercover. Roy gets him under covers. By "undercover," I mean in the sluttiest, slinkiest dress he can get into.

UM, HI.

[jokers-daughter.livejournal.com]

woah, yum yum, had to write this prompt when I found it. uh...though it is longer than a comment haha it was going so well that it turned into a full length fic

http://jokers-daughter.livejournal.com/40489.html

hope you like it D:

[amor-remanet.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds, Reid/any, getting caught playing naughty schoolgirl

Filled: Dressing Up

[rowena-dawson.livejournal.com]

Itching his white stockings slightly, Reid reached down to adjust the garter. Even the panties were lace and feminine. His long hair was done into pigtails, and it felt…different.

It was all Garcia’s fault. She might have been the one to drop the idea in his head, in a subtle attempt to liven up his sex life. Well, she he hadn’t been too subtle about it, but she did give him the name of that great costume store and lucky for him, he was small enough to wear it.

He looked at himself in the mirror. Damn. He wore it well and in a strange way, he thought he looked rather sexy.

Reid walked out of the bathroom and propped up against the door. This was definitely a new experience for the genius.

“Hey there…”

Morgan’s jaw dropped.

“Um, you like?”

“Yes…” Morgan was practically drooling, “come here…”

Balancing in the pumps, he sauntered over. Morgan grabbed him and pulled him over. He kissed him square on the lips.

“Oh baby…this is…hot,” Morgan moaned and brought his hand around Reid’s ass. He moved his hand up Reid’s skirt, rubbing him through the satin panties.

“Nnnnn…” Reid moaned and leaned into Morgan. Morgan started unbuckling his belt and Reid hazily helped him through the pleasure. Morgan pulled the panties down to his ankles.

“You ready to ride me…you bad girl?”

Reid groaned as the lust in Morgan’s eyes went straight to his cock. He swallowed hard and maneuvered to straddling Morgan. The other man grinned and pulled him down a bit, hitting his spot.

“Oh god,” Reid gasped.

“Oh god,” a voice echoed from the hallway.

Morgan and Reid froze and looked toward the hallway.

Garcia was grinning from ear to ear at the two.

“Don’t let me stop you,” she laughed and walked out.

“Um…” Reid laughed uncomfortably.

“Well, that was interesting,” Morgan grinned mischievously, “I think we should let her join in…”

“Derek,” he squeaked as Morgan moved to sink Reid deeper, “nnnn-“

“Nevermind,” he kissed his pretty boy, “I got you all for myself…”

[amathela.livejournal.com]

Wizards Of Waverly Place, Justin/Alex, she starts wearing his clothes

[morlockiness.livejournal.com]

It started with a jacket. Borrowing one, and never returning it, wearing it day after day, snuggled securely in the fabric. Then it was his button up shirts, always wearing them open and draped over her slim body, sleeves rolled to the elbows. She found them surprisingly fashionable and easy to pluck out of his laundry. They were comfortable. She made them looks fashionable while Justin didn't. But more than anything, it was how the smelled- just like him. The smell of warmth, comfort, magic, books, and something uniquely Justin.

It reminded her of waking up next to him in the jungle, knowing that she was safe, face pressed against his back.

It wasn't until she was talking with Harper that she really, truly considered what it meant to her to have his clothes. She can't remember how the conversation was started or how it rounded itself in the course it had, but she clearly remembered saying, "I dunno, I think it's sort of. . . sexy to wear the clothes of the guy that you're into." The quote rang in her head all day. Did it mean she wore Justin's striped button-up top over jeans and a tank top because she wanted him, was attracted to him?

[shiny-glor-chan.livejournal.com]

DCU, Jason Todd/Dick Grayson, Dick looked good in that dress

[shiny-glor-chan.livejournal.com]

DCU, Zachary Zatara/Tim Drake, fishnets and top hats

Happy now, Justine? *grumbles*

[shiny-glor-chan.livejournal.com]

DCU, Dick Grayson/Tim Drake, Tim's in drag and it dawns on Dick how much he wants him

Looking, Dick/Tim, PG

[ms-duck.livejournal.com]

Tim is... Tim is very good looking as a woman and that is very unfair according to parts of his brain.

Because Tim is very good looking as a man and... He wasn't very sure how he felt that his brain was arguing with itself over which was hotter.

Because that meant that Tim was good looking all around and Dick wasn't sure how he felt about that except to say that it felt kind of right.

Well, he'd just have to find some way to tell Tim about his discovery, wouldn't he?

[shiny-glor-chan.livejournal.com]

DCU/Marvel, Jason Todd/Bucky Barnes, talking about past crossdressing adventures

[zarabithia.livejournal.com]

(This is only slightly Jason/Bucky...oops?)

Bucky swirled his drink and let the other man talk. Some people just couldn't hold their vodka.

Unfortunately, Bucky wasn't one of those people, for reasons he'd rather not think about.

"It was always a hooker. Always. Never dressed me up as a regular woman," Jason confided.

"Did you have to wear corsets?" Bucky asked. "Because, man, those have never not sucked. Even in 1940."

"Oh, yes. Corsets. Fucking fishnets. Fake tits. The whole nine yards." Jason waved his vodka to make a point, which only resulted in the liquid spilling onto the counter. "And heels. Don't forget the heels."

"You probably had worse heels than I did," Bucky admitted.

"Yeah, I can't imagine ol' Red, White and Blue dressing you up as a hooker," Jason attempted to sneer, but the vodka made his voice slur a bit too much for that.

"There was that one time in France," Bucky recalled fondly. They'd had quite the celebration following that. He couldn't recall it as anything but a good time.

Jason snorted. "Figures. All the mentors, bunch of perverts. Why they have sidekicks, I guess."

Bucky shook his head. "Hey, I put my fair share of corsets on Steve, too."

Jason laughed. "Who the fuck would be stupid enough to mistake Captain America for a woman?"

"You'd be surprised," Bucky answered.

"Yeah, well, Bruce was always too busy dressing his boys up to pull that over on anyone," Jason muttered.

There was bitterness there, but Bucky heard something else, something that sounded suspiciously like what he felt about Steve.

"C'mon. We're all out of vodka, and you're in no condition to get home without getting caught by a cape killer," Bucky told him. "You can crash here."

"Sure the rest of your group gonna be happy with a killer bedding down in their clubhouse?" Jason said suspiciously.

Bucky shrugged. "It's my mentor's house. I get final say who sleeps here and who doesn't."

It was entirely because Jason was drunk that he agreed, but Bucky planned to work on that. The boy needed as much heeling as Bucky had, and he didn't have a Steve Rogers to help him through it.

Bucky planned on doing the best he could to make up for that.

[measuringlife.livejournal.com]

XXXholic, Yuuko/Himawari, tuxedo

Formal (Yuuko/Himawari)

[pleonasm]

She hadn't thought of it like a date, when she asked Yuuko out with her. Himawari had thought of it like this-- there were only two people she knew who weren't destined to horrible fates when she spent time with them, and those people were Doumeki and Yuuko. And she'd seen a movie (rented, of course) with Doumeki and Watanuki last week.

She felt sorry for Yuuko sometimes. She knew that the witch left her shop on occasion. There had been that time when Watanuki had almost died, after all, when Yuuko had been away "making gods," or so Watanuki had told her. But it seemed to Himawari that Yuuko might be nearly as lonely as she could be sometimes, seeing only Watanuki and Mokona and the girls all day long. She lived there in the shop, and from what Watanuki said, she had probably been there a very long time. Yuuko seemed ageless, but in a way that felt experienced; not old, but long-lived. She had to be older than the late twenties she appeared to be.

But Yuuko appeared in front of her shop dressed in a tuxedo, long and lean with a top hat perched jauntily across her pinned-up hair, and she took Himawari's arm. They talked of little, Watanuki and the weather and pleasantries, and for once, Himawari felt normal. She wasn't worried that Yuuko would fall into the path of traffic, or into a shop window, or any of the other fates that happened to those who dared spend time with her.

It felt like a date, almost, like last week when Watanuki, wearied from one of Yuuko's tasks, had fallen asleep in the middle of the movie and had almost leaned on her. She'd looked up at Doumeki, pleading, and he'd switched seats with her, even though he knew Watanuki would be angry when he woke with his head on Doumeki's shoulder. But she'd fallen asleep too, somehow, and woke with her head on Doumeki's other shoulder, and when she'd woken she'd felt warm and safe for once.

(But the tape had cracked and broken, and she'd paid for it, even though the rental had been in Watanuki's name, and she wouldn't accept anything from him in return.)

Yuuko had marvelous stories, Himawari discovered, of places she'd been and things she'd seen, and she was a good storyteller. They ate oden from an outdoor stand, which made Himawari pleasantly warm, and though they'd started out arm-in-arm, they returned to the shop loosely hand-in-hand.

Yuuko turned to her, leaned down, and kissed her chastely on the forehead.

"Payment," she said, and winked, before sauntering back through the gates to her home.

And though Himawari walked home alone, she didn't feel lonely at all.

[shiny-glor-chan.livejournal.com]

Final Fantasy: Dissidia, author's choice, "Why are most of the male villains more girly than the actual girls?"

[emerald-embers.livejournal.com]

Having an angel for a boyfriend isn't all it's cracked up to be, probably because it isn't cracked up to be much of anything as is, but if those Twilight movies are any indication then Castiel probably should be following him around like a lost puppy, mood-swinging, watching him while he sleeps and... actually, come to think of it, he needs to end that comparison there. The main thing is, there are good points, but there are seriously weird ones too.

He knows there's no point in asking. Suspects any answer will give him a headache anyway.

He asks nonetheless. "Cas, what the Hell have you bought?"

"I did not purchase anything unholy," Castiel replies in a clipped tone and Dean knows full well the angel's deliberately being obtuse.

"Okay, try again. Why the Hell are you wearing a dress?"

Castiel looks down at his outfit as if both mildly surprised by it and mildly surprised by Dean's reaction to it. "Because it is comfortable, warm, and practical for my needs."

"Okay, look - you - you've been watching Earth for a long time, right?"

"Yes."

"So you understand, y'know, there're things that men do that women don't? And vice-versa?"

"Men make seed and women bear children?"

"... you know what, just -" Dean pauses, wondering why he trusted the angel with hard-earned winnings from hustling pool, before taking Castiel's dress in with a little more scrutiny. "Hold up. Are you wearing any underwear?"

"I would rather go without."

Dean considers this for a moment before managing to combine locking the door and slamming Castiel up against it into one movement. "Yeah. I'd rather you go without too," he announces before devouring Castiel's lips with his own; and it may have been a while since he last hitched up a dress to find an erection but at least this time he's expecting it.



Afterwards, in between mentally cussing out the cheap motel carpet because if he falls asleep here he's probably gonna wake up with scabies, Dean runs a hand up Castiel's thigh, amused by the contrast between the hairs covering it and the smooth cotton of the dress. "You know, you should shave if you're going to go out in this."

"Why?"

"'Cause you look like a dude in a dress," Dean says, laughing, but it's not meant nastily; it'd be pretty damn impossible to be nasty while still curled up against his angel all post-orgasmic and blissed out.

"I am a man in a dress," Castiel replied, and Dean has to shrug at that; figures it's not worth arguing the point.

Well, not unless Castiel starts wearing mini-skirts to biker bars. He might protest then.

[measuringlife.livejournal.com]

Empowered, Maidman, all in a day's work

[measuringlife.livejournal.com]

Marvel, Steve/Tony, Steve shouldn't have been that surprised that Tony Stark could make a dress that skimpy look good.

[measuringlife.livejournal.com]

FFVII, Cloud/anyone, the incident at the bar wasn't Cloud's first time in drag.

[morlockiness.livejournal.com]

Heroes, Claire/Sylar, she tries to hide by crossdressing

[trillianastra.livejournal.com]

...it turned out a bit long.

Fic is Here (http://trillianastra.livejournal.com/82188.html#cutid1)

Teaser:

They’ve been doing this for decades, now, this strange dance where she runs and he finds her, until she slips away all over again. It’s been so long, she can barely remember her old life, when she didn’t have to run, didn’t need the contact lenses and the hair dye and the fake IDs that she changes every month or so. She hasn’t been back to Costa Verde for years, and sees her few remaining friends only rarely, when she thinks it’s safe. The last time she saw her dad was five months ago, a carefully-planned ‘chance’ meeting in a café in Buenos Aires. Even now, she can’t shake the image in her mind of what he’d looked like. When she was a little girl, she’d imagined that her dad would always be there, tall and strong, never changing. She’d never thought that she’d see him like that, old and getting weaker by the month.

[measuringlife.livejournal.com]

Nana, Nana, ties

[myaru.livejournal.com]

Fire Emblem 10: Dawn Brigade, Sothe draws the short stick for "special surveillance" on a Begnion-occupied tavern

Undercover In Corsets

[measuringlife.livejournal.com]

Sothe stared down at the short straw in his hands. He looked again through the others just to ensure that he hadn’t read wrong. Another glance was all it took to realize he definitely got this job.

“Well Sothe, it looks like you get to wear this cute little lacy dress,” Micaiah said.

Sothe glowered. They were being far too amused by all this.

“Really, It’s not much different than what you wear all the time,” Edward said.

“He’s right, you know,” Micaiah said in amusement.

“You’re all sadists,” he muttered.

“Hey, I was all for Leo getting the dress, he’s a lot cuter than a frownyface like you. But Micaiah said that I’d have to just go save him since he’s an archer and all and I said that was fine but...” Edward shrugged.

“Is that why he isn’t here?” Sothe said.

“Somebody had to get supplies. And Nolan really wasn’t going to pull it off a skirt.”

Sothe stared down the shirt Micaiah held up. It had puffy sleeves and a lace collar at the neck.

“We need to get into The Pale Horse. You should know that district by heart considering all the time you spent there. We just need information, don’t stay too long or you’re bound to lose even more of your masculinity along the way.”

“It’s not funny, Micaiah,” Sothe said petulantly.

“Sothe, if I didn’t think you were capable I would have told you to stay. But you’re fast and used to running from guards – and dressing in skimpy things. You’re not reckless like Edward. I know you can do this and I know you can do it well. Besides, we’ll be close behind you.”

His frown didn’t lessen, but Sothe sighed. Corseted, lacy, puffy blouse with a blue skirt it was.

the rest (http://measuringlife.livejournal.com/458582.html)

[faile-neume.livejournal.com]

DCU, M'gann M'orzz/Tim Drake, costume party

[milleniumrex.livejournal.com]

The Teen Titans costume party never failed to be interesting. Everyone went all out every year, and costumes were top-secret until the minute people walked into the tower.

This year, no one disappointed. Jaime came in an ultra-detailed Dan Garrett costume. Bart came as Batman and surprised everyone by putting on a brilliant impersonation of the most humorless man alive. Cassie and Cissie dressed as each other's YJ costume. Kon came as Bizarro and spent the entire time telling Cassie how "Not hot" she was. The only ones everyone was waiting to see were Tim and M'gann.

They showed up late, dressed as...themselves?

"Lame!" Bart yelled. "Way to ruin the theme!"

"They don't get it." Tim grinned.

M'gann nodded. "Told you."

They left the rest of the Teen Titans confused as they went to get some snacks. After obtaining some punch and cookies, they ducked into a corridor.

"So...we'll let them in before midnight, right?"

"Definitely." M'gann reached up and took off "her" wig. "This was a great idea, but one that's a lot harder on me than you. I had to do the full body paint. You just had to shapeshift."

"I can't believe they fell for it!" M'gann squeed, shapeshifting out of her Robin form.

"It is way too easy for me to pose as a girl..." Tim sighed.

[snarky-kat.livejournal.com]

SPN, Castiel/girl!Dean, "not pretty enough (but in his eyes, she's perfect)"

[lyrics by anonymous]

perhaps a beautiful man, Supernatural, Castiel/girl!Dean, "not pretty enough"

[pesha.livejournal.com]

Her jaw is too solid, too hard for a woman, but her lips are shaped pretty enough, soft enough to almost make up for it. She's got green eyes that make even angels such as himself want to spend hours staring into them. Deanna isn't pretty enough to be perfect but she still is in Castiel's eyes and, he thinks, in the eyes of the Lord too.

Tonight it isn't her eyes he's staring at. Tonight, Castiel can't stop staring at her body.

Deanna has cut off her hair, burred it down military style and it only serves to emphasize the masculine lilt of her face. He almost feels hate for himself as he thinks she would be a beautiful man.

She's wearing a plain grey t-shirt; Castiel knows she has bound her breasts because the plane of her chest is completely flat. Her jeans are not hers either; they ride strange on the slight swell of her hips, bulge interestingly at her groin in a promise he knows her body can't fulfill. Castiel recognizes the heavy boots as belonging to Joe, the hunter boy who can't ever seem to keep his eyes off her whenever John takes his daughter to The Roadhouse.

He's been standing in front of her, staring at her, for too long to dismiss. She has shifted back, settled back with her hips thrust out in a familiar pose that looks utterly alien on the man-woman she is presenting herself as now. Castiel wonders if he has ever known Deanna Winchester before this moment.

"You could start by saying something positive, Cas. Stroke my ego a little. It's feeling small right about now with you staring so seriously for so long."

It's wrong for him to say but he can't help himself; it is the truth as he knows it and, as an angel of the Lord, Castiel has no choice but to tell the truth to his charge.

"I was only thinking you would be a beautiful man."

Her plush lips twist into a smirk, "I know."

Castiel hears the truth in her bravado and wonders once more at the mysterious ways the Lord works in.