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“Hey bro you want to come over tomorrow. Issac is coming and we’re going to play black ops and waste our Saturday” Scott has spun around to look at Stiles, his puppy eyes working full force.

Stiles suppressed a wince, feeling bad that he has to lie

“Sorry dude I can't make it tomorrow, I have a..thing” Stiles does wince this time, feeling bad at the pout Scott is giving him.

“What are you doing on a Saturday? You never do anything on the weekends by yourself, all of your friends are the pack” Scott's face scrunches up in confusion when Stiles scoffs and rolls his eyes.

“Dude, no? I have other friends. I just don't hang out with them as often. Scheduling issues, you know?” Stiles shrugs and pushes his way past Scott, calling out a goodbye to the rest of the pack that were scattered around the loft.

He wasn't lying about it, he was just…alluding to the truth Scott doesn't need to know what Stiles did the one day a month he met with the drag queens. They had been nice to him the day he and Scott went in there almost a year ago now.

Stiles pulls his jeep into the back parking lot of The Jungle and reaches into the back to grab his duffle bag. The queens had finally talked him into letting them dress him up for an event at the club tonight.

“Hello ladies! I have arrived and I'm ready to be at your mercy, please be gentle” The queens cheer and huddle him into a chair at the vanity, hands ruffle his hair and tug at his clothes.”

Stiles twists away from Piper's hand as she pokes at his stomach, “What the hell Red? Have you been working out? Look at those abs, kid!”

The other queens giggle when he flushes red, stuttering out an excuse about lacrosse and running. He stands up when prompted by Libby and lets her drag him over to the rack of clothes, the red clothes standing out against Lolas sea of green outfits.

“Ok Red we have four hours to get you sexy and ready for your debut! Ohhh I'm so excited!” Lola wraps her arms around Stiles and shakes him back and forth a bit, making him dizzy.

“So am I actually, I never thought I'd be here dressing in drag but, hey I'm all for experiences” Stiles gives the queens a big smile and they smile back at him. Piper motions at him with her hand, prompting him to pull the outfit off the rack.

Stiles lets out a little gasp at the top, a dark red corset with a ribbon as a halter top hangs from the first hanger, it is embezzled with even darker red beads that are shaped like tears running down it. The front of the corset has a small row of ruffles, strings of the same beads that are on the corset make a shiny curtain that will reach midthigh.

Stiles hands the hanger to Libby who is smiling at the look on his face. When Stiles pulls the bottoms out, he lets out another little breath, The skirt is the same color as the top, its soft fabric making Stiles giggle a bit. The skirt was short in the front, cutting off mid-thigh, Stiles is happy about that fact, he may be excited but he's not ready to learn how to tuck.

The back of the skirt is layered, the last layer trailing the floor just a bit, Stiles knows that with whatever heels the queens picked for him, he won't be at risk of falling.

“I- I don't know what to say girls, these clothes are so nice and y'all are so nice and I-” Stiles cuts himself off with a tiny, choked sob and the queens rush into fluttering motion, Piper pulling him into her padded chest while Lola and Libby rush to grab tissues and a bottle of water.

"Oh, baby what's wrong, did we mess up?” Piper worries her bottom lip between her teeth as she looks down at the boy in her arms, he's taking deep breaths in an attempt to stop the tears that are falling down his cheek.

“No Pip I’m ok I just, I'm so excited for something so… simple, it seems like I never get a moment to relax” Stiles takes a breath, “I have been so stressed lately and my best friend has been ditching me for his girlfriend and his other friend, and I love them I do, their my friends too but I feel so invisible lately-” he lets out another small sob.

“Oh hunny, it's ok, if your friends don't realize how bad they are messing up by pushing you away. But you know what?” Piper grabs his face in her hands and forces it up so she can look him in the eyes.

“Because that means you can spend more time with us, I know the other girls would love to spend time with our favorite little Red” She gives him a small peck on the nose which makes him giggle.

“Ok ok, hands off the star” Lola shoves Piper off of Stiles and gives him a kiss on the forehead of her own while she ushers him to the changing room with the clothes, Piper and Libby start unpacking the makeup and wax behind her because Stiles told the queens he would let then wax his armpits and legs.

Three hours later Stiles is dressed in the corset top and skirt, paired with suspender tights that hug his hips tightly and open up around his dick and ass, showing the lace panties Piper had picked for him. The skirt does cut off mid-thigh as he thought, hiding the panties and open spots on the tights. But he knows they're there, and it makes something in his gut burn.

The queens also picked out minimal jewelry, a blood drop necklace sits on the pale skin of his neck, dropping down between his pecs just under the corset. Red lace gloves adorn his arms, reaching his elbows.

Lola comes out of the back room with the heels, red boots that cut off above the ankle and have thick 3-inch heels.

“Oh my god I'm going to break my neck” Stiles pales a bit at the boots as Piper pushes him down on a barstool, Lola drops down to her knees and starts shoving his feet into them and lacing them up.

“Ok Red, you can do this, just remember, walk confidently and keep your chin up, don't slouch.” Libby coaches Stiles through walking in heels and helping him feel confident in the whole outfit.

There is thirty minutes before Stiles walks out and joins the girls on stage, he can feel anxiety churning in his gut. Doing a few more struts back and forth Stiles gives himself a pep talk.

“You got this Stilinski, you look hot, you're rocking the clothes and wearing enough makeup no one will even recognize you, ok ok” Stiles gives his body a shake jumping slightly to get blood moving as the speaker buzzes to life.

“Everyone gives a big welcome to our new Queen, Red Riding!” Lolas voice comes over, airy and soothing as Stiles steps out onto the stage.

The crowd roars with cheers and wolf whistling as he struts his way down the catwalk, Stiles can't see the crowd behind the stage lights which makes him feel better, it's like he's just walking to meet his girls, not on display for the whole of The Jungle.

When Stiles makes it to the girls Piper gives him a kiss on the cheek, Lola hugs him from behind, and Libby grabs his hand and lets him give her a spin, laughing as she comes to a stop and shimmies her way back towards him.

The crown is still screaming, people yelling out compliments and praise for him.

Stiles lets himself be pulled closer to the edge of the stage by Lola, the cheers getting deafening when she runs her hands down his body, giving him a playful smack on his ass.

Stiles lets himself giggle and spin in a circle, he struts his way up to Piper, making sure he sways his ass the way she taught him.

Piper is beaming at him as he pulls her close, they do a quick dance of grinding against the other before Stiles spins her and lets her fall into a dip, he lets his face fall into her neck, and he laughs.

The other queens come up behind them when they come out of the dip, smiles on their face and a shine in their eyes.

“Thank you everyone! This is Reds first time here, let's make sure it's not his last and give him a big round of applause!” The crown roars one last time as the queens drag Stiles off stage, they're all laughing and flushed.

“Ok ok girls, let's go and get our booth, Stiles honey you can change and meet us out there yeah?”

Stiles nods at them, the smile never leaving his face as he changes into a comfortable pair of track shorts that he knows hug his ass and a cropped short sleeve that has a wolf with the speech bubble “What's a wolf’s favorite tree? A lu-pine!” in a red drippy font.

He makes his way out of the backroom and heads toward the booth where the queens are waiting for him.

“Stiles!”

Stiles jerks to a stop at the voice, his stomach dropping

Spinning around he comes face to face with a beaming Danny. “Or should I say Red Riding?”

Stiles flushes, “Heyyy Danny, what uh- what are the odds you just got here and didn't see any of that”

Danny looks sheepish “Very very low, but Stiles it's ok I'm not gonna judge you. You looked hot dude, own it”

Stiles can feel the blush that overtakes him as Danny gives him a once over, shrugging at the eyebrow raise he gets.

“Really Stilinski, you did great. You should come back one day” with a wink, Danny spins back around and walks up to a group of guys hanging by the bar.

Spinning back around Stiles continues to the booth, letting himself drop down next to Piper who wraps her arm around him, offering him a glass of coke.

They sit and chat for a few minutes when Libby and Lola giggle at something behind him.

“What?” Stiles spins around to see what his friends are looking at and freezes, his blood going cold and his heart beating rapidly in his chest.

Derek, Derek Hale is standing against the wall by the back exit, he is staring at Stiles with a dark look in his eyes, a glass in his hand as he breathes so hard his shoulders rise and fall harshly.

“Oh god, oh no, kill me right now” Stiles spins around and looks at Lola who is now glaring at Derek.

Stiles lets his head fall to the table, “I- I have to go talk to him” Stiles moves to get up and Piper clamps a hand around his wrist, a hard look in her eyes.

“Who is that Red?” Her voice is guarded and harsh.

“Oh! Oh, guys no, it's not like that Derek is not- he's a friend and I just didn't expect him to be here” Stiles lets out a breath when Piper nods and releases his arm.

“Ok sweetie, but if you need us...’ she lets her sentence trail off, clear with the subtle threat.

Stiles takes a steadying breath and spins to face Derek, His shoulder falling as he follows Derek out the door into the back parking lot, Derek leading them to the Camaro that is parked next to Stiles’s jeep.

Derek leans against the Camaro, his arms folded over his chest, henley shirt pulling taut across his chest. Stiles gulps and lets his eyes fall down.

Mistake, Derek is wearing jeans that fit tight in all the correct places. Stiles feels his face flush as he shoots his eyes upwards and meets Derek's eyes which are dark and watching Stiles with an intense look that makes something in his gut churn.

“Derek I-”

“Do you know how hard it was to sit there and watch you on that stage? Wearing that slutty little outfit, all those men watching you, wanting to fuck you” Derek stalks forward, crowding Stiles up against his jeep breath coming in little pants.

“Der- what?” Stiles is dumbfounded, Derek is pressing his body against Stiles now, he can feel how hard Derek is in his jeans and moans.

“Oh my god what the fuck. Derek please” Stiles begs when Derek rolls his hips experimentally, Derek's breath hot against his neck where his face is tucked, his lips parted and tongue lapping at the skin.

“Ok I am like, so confused right now dude, you-” He moans when Derek's blunt teeth scrape at the skin, “and I'm not complaining, really because i am all for this, your like, a Greek god of course I want this but” he swallows “You don't like me, do you?”

Derek pulls his face from Stiles’s neck, looking him in the eye.

“Stiles, I- you know I'm not good with words, but I want this, I've wanted this for so long, you for so long” his face inches from Stiles, and Stiles.

Well, he's only human