Because we haven't had one of these in a while

[righteousmanish]

Originally posted by mememaker at 672. the return of the genderbent meme

GENDERBENT MEME, PART DEUX.
By request, another genderbent meme! In this one, your character has always been the opposite gender and it's nothing unusual at all.

- Post your character's name/series/preferences in the subject line. At least include a description or a picture of what they'd

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[rebelledforyou]

"Plastered!" The word came out rather loudly. That was the word he was looking for. He was plastered. Smashed. He had gotten plastered. Yes. That was very appropriate. He quite enjoyed that word more than the other ones. It didn't exactly make much sense, but that was probably why he liked it now. Nothing made sense. His missing Father. The hopelessness. No sense. He didn't know what he was doing anymore. He was stuck.

"I am very much plastered." That didn't sound weird in his head. It probably sounded odd to Deanna. He pushed off the wall and toppled sideways. He caught himself before he hit the ground and pushed onward. He stumbled forward a few steps before regaining his balance once more. "You have a very deep voice--for a woman." That was probably not the best way to get her to come get him, but he was drunk. The things leaving his mouth weren't normal.

The sidewalk was a little twisty and up ahead he could see a woman in boots and a red leather mini skirt. His eyes got wide and he paused to take in the rest of the outfit. She seemed to notice the awkward man in a trenchcoat watching because she turned to him. "Hello." He nodded to her. She called him cutie and touched his chest. She told him how much to "ride" and he smiled. "Deanna, I believe I've found a ride."

[righteousmanish]

She startled at the sudden word, jerked the phone back to stare at it, puzzled, then tentatively brought it back to her ear. "Cas. Cas." He wasn't even listening. Very much plastered indeed, what in the hell was he doing getting drunk? More over, how much did he have? The few times they'd tried to get him drunk, it seemed largely like a waste of alcohol.

And now that he was good and plastered, she was friggin' missing it. Are you kidding me? She shifted up, swung her feet over the bed and started tugging on her boots. After you get your ass woken up in the middle of the night to run, you start sleeping mostly dressed. Tonight was no exception, and she was already half way through lacing them up when she heard a woman's voice in the background and froze.

Did he seriously just get propositioned by a hooker? She held up a finger, like he could possibly see it.

"Cas. You listen to me- listen- don't you go with her. She's not giving you a ride, you feathery idiot, she's a hooker. Like, you know, prostitute. Whore of Babylon. Harlot? Just- where in the hell are you? I'm gonna come pick you up."

[rebelledforyou]

His eyes were stuck on the woman's chest. It was rather large and it seemed like it would get very uncomfortable for her over time. Were they not heavy? Did they not hurt her back? Plus that leather she was wearing did not look comfortable. It was Dean who told him that leather didn't breathe. How did she make it through an entire night wearing that thing? Perhaps it helped that it was not very big. It didn't seem to cover a lot of anything. That helped.

He scrunched up his nose and turned away from the woman. "Are you sure? She's very nice. She called me sweetheart." She can't see him, but he's smiling like an idiot. It took him a full minute to realize she had just called him a feathery idiot. "You're very rude at three in the morning." His eyes looked around for a street sign, but all he could see was the liquor store name. "I am in front of a fairly empty Big Mikes Liquor Emporium." He looked back at the woman.

Castiel side stepped, but his foot went off the curb. He slipped and stumbled into the street. No cars coming, but he had a bit of an issue getting normal once more. "My balance is impaired." He paused to try to get back up onto the sidewalk. "The harlot seems very nice, Deanna. I would also very much like to go home now."