Title: Wearing the Pants
Summary: Response to Vic's posting on the
Unfit list of the livejournal challenge (http://www.jaegecko.com/mood/). Guess which mood I picked.
It comes through at the end. <g> This is a little silly, set after
Restless.
Disclaimer: I don't own
'em.
Thanks to: Vic, Pete, Jen,
and Dot, as always.
Wearing the Pants
"That didn't feel right," Xander said uncertainly. His voice sounded high and croaky in his ears. He wasn't sitting where he'd been at the beginning of the spell.
He was also looking at himself.
Xander's - Willow's - mouth dropped open. So did the one he used to own. Xander stared at himself. Himself stared back.
Giles blew out the candle in the centre of the room and stood. He frowned. "You think something went wrong?"
Buffy yawned, "I feel sleepy. But I feel more, more separate, from the rest of you. I think it went okay. I love you guys, but it'll be nice to go back to only leaving my head when I drop acid." Giles sighed. Buffy raised her hands. "Kidding. Much jokeage."
Willow and Xander pointed at each other and said simultaneously, "Is that you?!"
Giles froze. He looked from one to the other. "Have you two swapped bodies?!"
They nodded, speechless. Giles shook his head and walked over to the bookshelves. He took out a book bound in green leather and started to flick through the pages.
Buffy jumped to her feet. She walked over to Xander-in-Willow's-body and poked him in the chest. "I thought you got over wanting to be in Will's pants."
"I'm, um, in Will's *skirt*, Buff," Xander protested. His eyebrows crawled up towards his hairline. He nodded slowly as he mulled over the details. "And - in the rest of her." Ever so casually, his hands started inching up his stomach.
Willow screeched, "Don't you freakin' dare!" She threw herself on him and grabbed his hands. "You keep my dirty hands away from my boobies!"
"They're my boobies now!" Xander yelped. He fell backwards onto Giles's couch, struggling to keep Willow off him. "I've never had boobies of my own!" Laughing, he surrendered. Willow pinned his hands above his head.
She looked down at him speculatively. "There are advantages to being heavier. I could never pin you in my own body. Now I'm all manly and tortured. Just like Vincent." She sighed.
Xander shuddered. "It's so weird seeing your happy face on *my* face. You mean off _Beauty and the Beast_? I don't think I'm ready to be your Catherine. Giles!"
"I'm thinking, I'm thinking!" Giles snapped.
Buffy ran her fingers through the dark hair which currently adorned Willow's head. "Vincent had better hair."
Willow and Xander glared at her. "Hey!" they chorused.
"GOT it!" Giles was on his feet. He waved the book at them triumphantly. "We can reverse it. Get up, you two. Buffy, stand in the kitchen, just in case."
After that confidence-booster, they stood. Xander jumped up and down. Just a little. He couldn't help himself.
Willow smacked him in the arm. "You're not in a teen movie!"
"It's every guy's dream, Will," he said, turning his best "helpless and loveable" face to her.
"Stop it or I'll damage Captain Amazing!" Willow held a fist poised in front of his crotch.
Xander felt all the blood drain from his - from Willow's face. "No! No - I'll be good."
Giles did the spell. It was surprisingly short and simple. He recited a few words, Xander shut his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, they were really *his* eyes.
"That's better," Willow said happily. She twirled.
Xander shrugged. Sure, mostly it was better, but. . . he jumped up and down again. He sighed.
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