Not A Valley Girl
By BookwormDragon
Disclaimer: Neither the Buffy the Vampire Slayer Universe nor any of the Characters in this Universe belong to me. No profit is made from this story on my part. No copyright infringement is intended.
"No!" said Xander firmly. "Just…No. That is not me. Those sort of clothes look great on you, Buffy, but I wouldn't be comfortable in them. Besides, you know that I'm on a budget – I can't afford to pay $170 for a single outfit that I probably won't wear more than once, no matter how 'cute' it is."
"But…" Buffy protested. "It's so fashionable! Don't you want to be dressed fashionably? You're a – a girl now, Xander, you can't wear just anything anymore, you know! If you go on dressing like you did Before, all the other girls at school will make fun of you!"
"Will you make fun of me?"
"No, of course not!" Buffy sounded outraged now. "You're still my Xander-shaped friend, I wouldn't make fun of you! It's just that, well, I know how cruel the 'popular' crowd can be – heck, I used to be one of Them! If you thought that they were bad Before, wait 'til you see them now! There really is no such thing as female solidarity, Xan, at least not with the 'In' crowd. They'll cheerfully rip you to pieces if you show any weakness – and not wearing the right clothes is definitely a weakness!"
He appreciated what his friend was trying to do, he really did, but there was absolutely no way, in this life or the next, that he was going to be caught, dead or alive, in such girly and revealing clothing!
When he had still had all of his manly bits, he had greatly appreciated seeing such clothes on the girls around him, but now that he was a girl himself, he had absolutely no desire to draw that kind of attention. He had already had a taste of that kind of regard in the few days since It had happened, and the way men's eyes had crawled over him – as if he was a thing, not a person – had made him feel dirty, exposed, and vulnerable. Just remembering it made him shudder. No way did he want to go through life putting up with that!
It was as if they thought that they had the right to look at him like that now, without so much as a by-your-leave, just because his manly bits were missing! Nope, no girly, frilly, revealing clothes for the Xan-man, no way, no how!
He admitted that he did need some girl-things, like bras to keep his new, irritatingly well-endowed chest under control, but he drew the line at frills, lace, or – heaven forbid – cleavage, thank-you-very-much!
Author's Note: This is the beginning of a genderswitch story wherein Xander does not become the stereotypical valley girl. He does not embrace frills, and lace, and nail polish. He still hates shopping. He still thinks of himself as male, and is constantly irritated when strangers treat him like the very attractive female that he is physically. He does everything he can to down-play that attractiveness. He still thinks girls are hot – he just doesn't consider himself to be one.