Chapter Text
Stiles never really planned to be a boy. Yes, that sounds weird out of context but it’s the truth. She never minded that much, mostly because men had much more privileges than women.
The truth was it wasn’t really all that bad. Well, maybe sometimes it was. Like the time Coach Finstock made her have a locker in the boy’s room; that was horrifying to say the least. At the time though, she thought it wasn’t a big deal since she watched porn on a regular bases, shut up she has needs too. She kind of wanted to go back in time and slap herself repeatedly since as soon as she walked in she had to repress the throw up that was threatening to claw out of her throat. So, she had overestimated her capability to withstand seeing penis at every turn, at least she learned her lesson. On the bright side she learned to not blush every freaking second.
(You’re probably wondering how she came to be a boy, so let’s start from the beginning.)
Stiles was born on the snowy day of December 21st 1995 in Mount Sinai Hospital. She came out screaming and only stopped when her mother held her. After five minutes of cooing over their new baby, Sarah and John Stilinski decided to name their baby Guinevere Anastasia Stilinski. (Yes, she knows her initials spell gas, fuck off.)
Gwen was the perfect baby, the worst toddler, and the exhausting kid. She loved her parents with most her heart and hated zucchini with the rest of it. She lived a normal life with her parents and her only ‘uncle’ until she was nine. Her father got a job offer from the sheriff’s department in Beacon Hills, and chose to accept it.
Her, her parents, and her ‘uncle packed up their thing’s from their small apartment and moved across the country to a small town in Northern California. Her ‘uncle’ decided to move in with his family, who coincidentally lived there, so she didn’t get to see him as often. They moved during the summer, and even though Stiles didn’t have many friends, she was going to miss the city.
Then one month before school began the worst thing in her life happened. Her mother was diagnosed with cancer. Gwen didn’t know what kind it was since she was too young, but later she would find out it was leukemia. Her and her father shaved their heads one day to match her mother’s and her mom started crying saying that they were the best husband and daughter a person could ever have.
After that, Stiles stopped wearing girly clothes, and stuck to wearing baggy boy clothes. By then she had only met her father’s coworker’s and had been introduced as his daughter. She refused to be called Gwen by anyone other than her parents, and her ‘uncle’, everyone else was supposed to call her Stiles.
At the end of the summer, Stiles refused to leave her mother alone but she was forced to go and attend the fifth grade. The whole year was of people mistaking she was a boy since she had asked her dad to change the name on the attendances to Stiles instead of Gwen. She was bullied mercilessly by people who said she looked like a girl, which was actually really funny, so they punched her when she laughed.
By the end of Stiles’s school year, her mother was in the hospital all the time. She wasn’t responding to any of the treatments and the doctors had finally said that they couldn’t do anything. Stiles cried until she couldn’t. She spent most of her summer by her mother’s side in the hospital. She absolutory hated seeing her mom so fragile and sickly. It made her sad to see her mom slowly dying.
It was two weeks after the doctors said that her mom couldn’t be saved and Stiles was visiting her mom. Her mother was feeling a little better and they spent the whole day laughing and playing jokes on the nurses.
A month later her mother died quietly without warning in her sleep. The funeral was small and quiet. It was where she had her first panic attack.
The year following her mother’s death was hell. She was constantly bullied by her peers, especially by Jackson, the little shit. She hated school and didn’t want to go, but it was better than being at home where her mom wouldn’t be there. Her father would leave empty bottles of liquor and would take any chance for over time at the sheriff’s department. Soon he was nominated to be the Sheriff and was at work more than ever.
Stiles had to take over the chores of the house. Cleaning, laundry, cooking and she had to do it all alone. She learned how to do thing from the internet and everything else she had learned from her mom.
Half way through the year, Stiles was starting to feel depressed. She saw only darkness and unhappiness in her future. That future started to fade when she met Scott McCall. He was the nicest person she had ever met and they instantly became friends. He defended her when people would try to make fun of her and would hang out with her after school. He never asked if she was a girl or a boy so she never thought to tell him.
Her father also got some sense knocked into him, and realized that his eleven year old daughter was taking care of him,
As she grew, she stopped caring about what other people thought about her. If people thought she was weird, she didn’t really care. For example the perfection that is Lydia Martin, the strawberry blonde queen of Stiles’s heart. Stiles approached her at the end of sixth grade, and told Lydia that she liked her clothes. Lydia shot her down, hard. Stiles expected it but she never really tried stopping to get Lydia to go out with her.
She started developing breast in the seventh grade, but wearing loose clothing never showed them. They’re average for someone of her size, a B cup, but unlike the other girls in her grade, she never stuffed her bra.
Stiles could understand why everybody thought she was a guy, she was really tall, she looked like a more feminine looking guy because of her short hair, she was pretty muscular for a girl and her voice was pretty weird. She acted like a guy too since she was growing up with her father and Scott. It probably didn’t help since her father calls her ‘sun’. It was a nickname that was an inside joke between her and her dad; when she was younger she loved being the center of attention, everything had to revolve around her, hence ‘sun’. People probably thought he was saying ‘son’.
Stiles got her period for the first time when she was fourteen. When she had them, she was the antichrist in her father’s eyes. She would have really bad mood swings, and her cramps would hurt so much she couldn’t move or eat without crying. She had to go to the hospital every time she menstruated to get sedated. Ms. McCall, Scott’s mom, would be the nurse that’d help her. She never said if she told Scott or not and Stiles was grateful for that. She asked her father if she could get birth control, the kind that stops your period, and he said no. He changed his mind after the Dirty Dancing Incident. It was the worst period she ever had; she broke ten dishes, baked a three tear cake, at it all in one sitting, watched Dirty Dancing on loop, refusing to go to school, and cried for about three days. The rest of the days were her screaming at her father. After that her dad agreed and they stopped. He still spent about two hours telling her that just because she was on birth control she still couldn’t have sex. The ‘birds and the bees’ talk was one of the most uncomfortable and embarrassing moments of her life; especially since she kept correcting her father on some things.
Stiles wonders what compelled her to go out in the middle of the night and search for a cut in half body with Scott but then she remembers how boring her life was before werewolves. Sometimes she’s thankful, other times when she’s running for her life, or getting beat up by an old man, she wonders why she had to be so impulsive.
It’s kind of funny how even after Scott had enhanced senses he still couldn’t tell she was a girl, but at the same time it was really, really sad. Allison was an absolute sweetheart and Stiles adored her hair and how it was so freaking gorgeous. Allison thought she was a boy too, but it’s not like she knew any better.
But Derek, Derek was where Stiles got really confused. She wondered if he should’ve smelled the womaness on her, apparently not since he kept slamming her into walls and stuff. Shouldn’t have he felt her boobs, because it’s not like you can’t feel them even through all the layers she wore.
Deaton didn’t suspect anything either and Stiles starts to wonder if she should be offended or complimented. She does ask Danny if she’s attractive to gay guy, she’s curious that’s all! It was pretty rude of him to not answer though, he probably learned that from Jackson.
Jackson is in his own category of stupid, because for all the pushing and shoving he does, he completely ignores the squishiness of her chest. Lydia doesn’t care for her at all so it’s not like she would ever notice anyway.
Chris Argent didn’t show a sign of knowing, neither did Kate; Stiles didn’t care for either of them though.
Peter didn’t seem to know, or at least he didn’t show it. He was really creepy for grabbing her wrist and asking if she wanted the bite, but he was dead for the time being so it didn’t matter to her.
Isaac and Boyd didn’t know considering they spent no time with her, but Stiles didn’t have a problem with either of them even though they were acting like douchebags.
Erica pissed Stiles off a lot. Not only was she acting like a total bitch she was acting like she was some sort of cool shit. It was understandable since Stiles knows what it’s liked to be bullied and she knows that Erica had it much worse than her. That still didn’t excuse her for hitting her in the face with a part of her car, and throwing her into a dumpster. Stiles felt a strong urge to rip into that bitch. With all the damage her car was taking over the past months, nobody responsible for the damage had been paying for it to be fixed. The mechanic there thought she was weird for coming almost every single week, it doesn’t matter anymore since he’s, you know, dead.
The only person she ever wanted to seriously kill was Gerard Argent. He was honestly the creepiest old man she had ever seen and he could hold a grudge like whoa. She could live with him being that crazy hunter guy that wanted to kill everyone she knew, but he was crossing the line with kidnapping, especially after she was celebrating being a total badass at lacrosse.
She could’ve defended herself, sheriff’s kid hello, but seeing Erica and Boyd strung up made her man up and take the beating so they wouldn’t. She thinks that even if he knew she was a girl, he still would’ve beat the shit out of her.
All of that was over now. Gerard was dead and disposed of, Derek got his shit together and made sure his pack knew their place, and decided to rebuild his house. He also made a treaty with Allison’s dad, promising they wouldn’t hurt anybody unless threatened and Chris wouldn’t hunt them wrongfully; Chris said that he would try to stop hunters from coming in but no promises.
Her father had decided that since they had been growing apart, they would rent a beach house for the summer and try to bond. Stiles missed being girly and dressing up, so she decided to clean out her closet and start showing everybody that, hey she has boobs and stuff.
So as soon a school ended her father and her packed up and left for the ocean.