Another's Giirl's life
By Eric
By Eric a tip of the hat to a Story by Flossy
Also I want to thank Dan Green for his help on things
'Hebrew' as he calls them!
Mutant Enemy and Joss Whedon own the characters. No
copyright infringement intended in this fan fiction.
Prolog
Did she hate? Perhaps. One was her friend, at one time her
only friend.
The other was a stuck up bitch that since kindergarten was
nasty to her and almost everybody else. Then she had
been powerless, just a shy girl with an overbearing mother.
But she wasn't now. She smiled grimly, no she wasn't now.
She wasn't even a girl any more. Not really. What was she
then? An avenging goddess?
The thought amused her. Then what she would do amused
her even more. A second change would be required for
the first to succeed. In a way it was even more amusing,
but not as emotionally satisfying. But you can't have
everything!
Yes, the first change was just. And also amusing.
What was more important? How would it end?
But did that matter after all? She thought and smiled
pleasantly. Though she looked like an average, sweet,
ordinary girl. She wasn't.
Looks could be deceiving. No one knew that better than
her. Now her smile was not pleasant.
Chapter one
Willow Rosenberg was trying not to cry. The jerk had
'accidentally' knocked her books out of her hands. Nearby
Cordelia had of coursed laughed and her court along with
her.
Miss Cordelia Chase the queen of Sunnydale High School
was tall and impossibly beautiful. She was the second
runner up in the Miss Teen California Contest. Willow
smiled sardonically. Cordelia was clueless why she lost. No
one else was. It was Cordy's unpleasant, arrogant
personality.
"Come on, let's go!" she ordered her follows, the other
cheerleaders and hanger ons.
They all obeyed. They were all afraid of Cordelia who was
the number one girl in the food chain of Sunnydale high.
Willow got up after gathering her books, sighing. What a
life!
What a life! She was the number one student in her class in
grades, but did that count? Universities and even Bill Gates
had shown interest in her because of her computer skills,
but did any of the kids care? Hardly!
Then there was Xander! She had loved him since they were
6. Did he love her? Hardly. He mooned over every sexy
girl in school. Still, she was his best friend. At least she had
that. Buffy kept urging her to tell Xander how she felt, but
she couldn't. She knew he would just laugh or something.
She couldn't risk losing what she had.
"Hi, Amy" she said as brightly as she could to her old
friend. Willow was embarrassed for feeling so sorry for
herself.
Now Amy had had it really rough with a witch of a mother
who had used black magic to steals Amy's young body. But
Buffy and Giles had saved her.
"How Willow, how's the world best hacker?"
"Hacking away!"
Xander came bonding up like a young colt. He was SO
handsome! Willow thought, her heart racing.
"Hello girls, hey Will - help me with my home work?"
She sighed "Sure." She knew what that meant. He would
dump it all on her and then ignore her.
Amy moved away to let them alone.
Willow thought. If only she was beautiful! If only she was
sexy! If only she wasn't so shy, around boys - with Xander
in particular she had twelve elbows.
Her long red hair swirled and she forced her self to put into
a shy smile on her cute, but hardly pretty face. Her five
foot one height was a foot under Xander's.
They had a pop quiz in Math and everyone but her groaned.
The highest score any received was 50 percent. Except for
her. She was sorry she got a hundred when the teacher
made a point of laughing at the other students.
"Why can't you all be more like Willow?"
"Why? Do you think we want to be freaks without a life?"
asked Cordelia coldly.
"Miss Chase, you would do well to apply yourself? You
have a good mind, but are reluctant to use it."
"I do - in important things, Mr. Brent. " She smiled
dazzlingly and all the boys in the class went into a coma
and all the girls burned with envy. She rose gracefully to
her five foot 9 height and the light caught her long lustrous
black hair with the 100 dollar hair styling.
As she regally and gracefully filed out of the classroom,
Cordy was aware of three things. Two of them felt good.
All the boys desired and worshipped her and all the girls
were envious and jealous. That was the way things should
be. The third thing was not as welcome. She was
unnecessarily nasty to Willow and Xander. Willow in
particular had never done anything to deserve it and was
hardly a danger to her dominance of the social and political
scene. They along with Buffy had even saved her life once
from a vampire. Well maybe Willow had done one thing -
not her fault but she had. Cordelia had wanted to be friends
with Buffy but the slayer had chosen Willow, Willow of all
people over her! Why? She could have made life easy for
Buffy in Sunnydale but the Slayer had turned her back on
her to befriend Willow. Granted the hacker probably was
useful with her almost magical computer skills, but still
she would have helped even if Buffy had not made the red
head her best friend.
Cordelia knew she shouldn't but she could not help herself.
She went over to Willow and in front of the kids from the
class and in the hallway said:
"Everyone, behold Willow the boy anti magnetic - the boy
repeller."
Everyone laughed and Willow flushed crimson.
Later they chanced to be alone. Willow asked Cordy.
"Why do you taunt me, Cordelia?"
"Because I can!" she said, feeling guilty. How dare Willow
make her feel such emotions. "Tell me, Willow does
Xander still prefer sexually every other girl in school over
you?"
Now Cordelia felt really bad. Willow had gone white.
"Sorry Willow, I should not have said that. That goes
beyond the bonds. "
Willow was surprised. She had never heard Cordy
apologize before. She made herself shrug.
"It hurts, Cordy because it is so damn true!" She hurried
away.
Chapter 2
Cordelia woke up with the feeling that something just
wasn't right.
It was hard to say exactly what, but something was wrong.
She opened her eyes and knew for certain that something
was VERY wrong. She wasn't in her bed. Or her bedroom,
for that matter. Looking around she didn't see anything that
was remotely familiar, except….There was a pair of
overalls lying over a chair. Overalls that were definitely
and infinitely memorable for their sheer bad
taste and uncoolness. Willow's overalls. Lying over what
presumably was Willow's chair in Willow's bedroom.
"Well, this is too weird. What am I doing here? If this was
a film I'd probably have turned into Willow--how much
would that be my worst nightmare!"? She thought.
She looked around for Willow, but didn't see her. Had
some slipped something in her coffee at the Bronze and she
went crazy enough to have a sleep over with Willow?
It was certainly more sensible and as bad as that would be
INFINITAELY PERFERABLE to a body swap with
Willow Rosenberg!
Cordelia decided to look in the mirror, just to make sure.
Body swaps just didn't happen. But then, vampires,
invisible girls and demons didn't really exist. Geez,
whoever came up with all these well-known
facts had sure gone wrong with that one. It was just to be
hoped that he knew what he was talking about when it
came to possessions and other horrid subjects. So, Cordelia
looked for a mirror. Willow's room could be distinguished
easily from Cordelia's merely by the fact that
she didn't have an even dozen mirrors artfully scattered
around as well being half its size. Finally Cordy found a
mirror behind the closet door. And then screamed. And
again. And then for a third time, just for good measure.
"Willow, honey? Are you OK?"
Oh my God! It was Willow's mother. "Fine…mom,"
croaked Cordelia. "I just had a nightmare!" Which was like
too true!
"I'm sorry dear. But you're awake now! Just come down
when you're ready and you don't want to be
late for school." Said the mom who now was
CORDELIAS'S MOTHER!
"Oh no," replied Cordelia in Willow's sweet voice, adding
under her breath, " we wouldn't want that, now."
This was seriously way worse than anything Cordelia had
had to face before. Being victimized as a cheerleader,
attacked by an invisible girl, kidnapped by the Master's
minions, attacked by a vampire after her blood - none of
that was as remotely terrible as turning into Willow
Rosenberg. Not that Willow wasn't quite sweet, in her own
sad, unfashionable and terminally shy, uncool way. But to
be her? Like, forever? How much of a curse was that? With
the magical word 'curse', Cordelia relaxed a little. Of
course. This was, like, the Hellmouth. Weird stuff
happened all the time. Admittedly this was a little
more…weird…than usual, but there was probably a way to
be re-Cordelia'd. She just had to get to the library, get Giles
to chant some spell or something, and presto! Hello,
Beautiful Cordelia. Goodbye plain, uncool, unpopular
Willow Rosenberg!
Willow's wardrobe. Yuck! What a wasteland. Cordelia had
yet to find an outfit she could possibly considering leaving
the room wearing. There was nothing. Nada. Then, as she
was about to give up and either stay in Willow's bedroom
for the rest of her life or go to school wearing rejects from
K-mart, Cordelia discovered something that verged on
wearable. A long black skirt and matching v-neck top. Not
exactly high fashion, admitted Cordelia. Barely middle
fashion, but wearable. Of course she would have to go to
school wearing a barely watchable body!
What monster could have done this to her? And the thought
came reluctantly if she had Willow's body - did Willow
have her beautiful, sexy one? If she did - what would she
do with it? What a nightmare. Willow was so clueless! She
would ruin Cordelia's reputation!
Calm down Cordy, she ordered herself. It will be OK. Clam
down. She took a deep breath and noticed with displeasure
how small Willows' tits were! A cups! Yuck! Where were
her beautiful shaped C's? I am going to kill whatever
demon or person did this to me. But stewing wasn't
helping. She went down to breakfast. Glumly she clumped
downstairs. At least Willow's ugly shoes were comfortable!
Willow's mother was as she remembered - As uncool as
Willow and her clothes were so dull. But Mrs. Rosenberg
smiled at who she thought was her daughter and Cordy had
to reluctantly admit it was a motherly smile that made her
feel strangely good.
"Breakfast?" asked Mrs. Rosenberg.
Cordelia smiled inside. Here was a change to pig out. Any
weight would be on Willow's body. It was so skinny
anyway it wouldn't matter.
"How about some bacon and eggs?" she piped in Willow's
soft voice.
"Very funny! Willow Rosenberg! Bacon indeed! You've
been spending too much time with your Gentile friends.
Shit! Thought Cordy, looking around at the menorah and
other weird things. I'm Jewish!
By Eric
By Eric a tip of the hat to a Story by Flossy
Also I want to thank Dan Green for his help on things
'Hebrew' as he calls them!
Mutant Enemy and Joss Whedon own the characters. No
copyright infringement intended in this fan fiction.
Prolog
Did she hate? Perhaps. One was her friend, at one time her
only friend.
The other was a stuck up bitch that since kindergarten was
nasty to her and almost everybody else. Then she had
been powerless, just a shy girl with an overbearing mother.
But she wasn't now. She smiled grimly, no she wasn't now.
She wasn't even a girl any more. Not really. What was she
then? An avenging goddess?
The thought amused her. Then what she would do amused
her even more. A second change would be required for
the first to succeed. In a way it was even more amusing,
but not as emotionally satisfying. But you can't have
everything!
Yes, the first change was just. And also amusing.
What was more important? How would it end?
But did that matter after all? She thought and smiled
pleasantly. Though she looked like an average, sweet,
ordinary girl. She wasn't.
Looks could be deceiving. No one knew that better than
her. Now her smile was not pleasant.
Chapter one
Willow Rosenberg was trying not to cry. The jerk had
'accidentally' knocked her books out of her hands. Nearby
Cordelia had of coursed laughed and her court along with
her.
Miss Cordelia Chase the queen of Sunnydale High School
was tall and impossibly beautiful. She was the second
runner up in the Miss Teen California Contest. Willow
smiled sardonically. Cordelia was clueless why she lost. No
one else was. It was Cordy's unpleasant, arrogant
personality.
"Come on, let's go!" she ordered her follows, the other
cheerleaders and hanger ons.
They all obeyed. They were all afraid of Cordelia who was
the number one girl in the food chain of Sunnydale high.
Willow got up after gathering her books, sighing. What a
life!
What a life! She was the number one student in her class in
grades, but did that count? Universities and even Bill Gates
had shown interest in her because of her computer skills,
but did any of the kids care? Hardly!
Then there was Xander! She had loved him since they were
6. Did he love her? Hardly. He mooned over every sexy
girl in school. Still, she was his best friend. At least she had
that. Buffy kept urging her to tell Xander how she felt, but
she couldn't. She knew he would just laugh or something.
She couldn't risk losing what she had.
"Hi, Amy" she said as brightly as she could to her old
friend. Willow was embarrassed for feeling so sorry for
herself.
Now Amy had had it really rough with a witch of a mother
who had used black magic to steals Amy's young body. But
Buffy and Giles had saved her.
"How Willow, how's the world best hacker?"
"Hacking away!"
Xander came bonding up like a young colt. He was SO
handsome! Willow thought, her heart racing.
"Hello girls, hey Will - help me with my home work?"
She sighed "Sure." She knew what that meant. He would
dump it all on her and then ignore her.
Amy moved away to let them alone.
Willow thought. If only she was beautiful! If only she was
sexy! If only she wasn't so shy, around boys - with Xander
in particular she had twelve elbows.
Her long red hair swirled and she forced her self to put into
a shy smile on her cute, but hardly pretty face. Her five
foot one height was a foot under Xander's.
They had a pop quiz in Math and everyone but her groaned.
The highest score any received was 50 percent. Except for
her. She was sorry she got a hundred when the teacher
made a point of laughing at the other students.
"Why can't you all be more like Willow?"
"Why? Do you think we want to be freaks without a life?"
asked Cordelia coldly.
"Miss Chase, you would do well to apply yourself? You
have a good mind, but are reluctant to use it."
"I do - in important things, Mr. Brent. " She smiled
dazzlingly and all the boys in the class went into a coma
and all the girls burned with envy. She rose gracefully to
her five foot 9 height and the light caught her long lustrous
black hair with the 100 dollar hair styling.
As she regally and gracefully filed out of the classroom,
Cordy was aware of three things. Two of them felt good.
All the boys desired and worshipped her and all the girls
were envious and jealous. That was the way things should
be. The third thing was not as welcome. She was
unnecessarily nasty to Willow and Xander. Willow in
particular had never done anything to deserve it and was
hardly a danger to her dominance of the social and political
scene. They along with Buffy had even saved her life once
from a vampire. Well maybe Willow had done one thing -
not her fault but she had. Cordelia had wanted to be friends
with Buffy but the slayer had chosen Willow, Willow of all
people over her! Why? She could have made life easy for
Buffy in Sunnydale but the Slayer had turned her back on
her to befriend Willow. Granted the hacker probably was
useful with her almost magical computer skills, but still
she would have helped even if Buffy had not made the red
head her best friend.
Cordelia knew she shouldn't but she could not help herself.
She went over to Willow and in front of the kids from the
class and in the hallway said:
"Everyone, behold Willow the boy anti magnetic - the boy
repeller."
Everyone laughed and Willow flushed crimson.
Later they chanced to be alone. Willow asked Cordy.
"Why do you taunt me, Cordelia?"
"Because I can!" she said, feeling guilty. How dare Willow
make her feel such emotions. "Tell me, Willow does
Xander still prefer sexually every other girl in school over
you?"
Now Cordelia felt really bad. Willow had gone white.
"Sorry Willow, I should not have said that. That goes
beyond the bonds. "
Willow was surprised. She had never heard Cordy
apologize before. She made herself shrug.
"It hurts, Cordy because it is so damn true!" She hurried
away.
Chapter 2
Cordelia woke up with the feeling that something just
wasn't right.
It was hard to say exactly what, but something was wrong.
She opened her eyes and knew for certain that something
was VERY wrong. She wasn't in her bed. Or her bedroom,
for that matter. Looking around she didn't see anything that
was remotely familiar, except….There was a pair of
overalls lying over a chair. Overalls that were definitely
and infinitely memorable for their sheer bad
taste and uncoolness. Willow's overalls. Lying over what
presumably was Willow's chair in Willow's bedroom.
"Well, this is too weird. What am I doing here? If this was
a film I'd probably have turned into Willow--how much
would that be my worst nightmare!"? She thought.
She looked around for Willow, but didn't see her. Had
some slipped something in her coffee at the Bronze and she
went crazy enough to have a sleep over with Willow?
It was certainly more sensible and as bad as that would be
INFINITAELY PERFERABLE to a body swap with
Willow Rosenberg!
Cordelia decided to look in the mirror, just to make sure.
Body swaps just didn't happen. But then, vampires,
invisible girls and demons didn't really exist. Geez,
whoever came up with all these well-known
facts had sure gone wrong with that one. It was just to be
hoped that he knew what he was talking about when it
came to possessions and other horrid subjects. So, Cordelia
looked for a mirror. Willow's room could be distinguished
easily from Cordelia's merely by the fact that
she didn't have an even dozen mirrors artfully scattered
around as well being half its size. Finally Cordy found a
mirror behind the closet door. And then screamed. And
again. And then for a third time, just for good measure.
"Willow, honey? Are you OK?"
Oh my God! It was Willow's mother. "Fine…mom,"
croaked Cordelia. "I just had a nightmare!" Which was like
too true!
"I'm sorry dear. But you're awake now! Just come down
when you're ready and you don't want to be
late for school." Said the mom who now was
CORDELIAS'S MOTHER!
"Oh no," replied Cordelia in Willow's sweet voice, adding
under her breath, " we wouldn't want that, now."
This was seriously way worse than anything Cordelia had
had to face before. Being victimized as a cheerleader,
attacked by an invisible girl, kidnapped by the Master's
minions, attacked by a vampire after her blood - none of
that was as remotely terrible as turning into Willow
Rosenberg. Not that Willow wasn't quite sweet, in her own
sad, unfashionable and terminally shy, uncool way. But to
be her? Like, forever? How much of a curse was that? With
the magical word 'curse', Cordelia relaxed a little. Of
course. This was, like, the Hellmouth. Weird stuff
happened all the time. Admittedly this was a little
more…weird…than usual, but there was probably a way to
be re-Cordelia'd. She just had to get to the library, get Giles
to chant some spell or something, and presto! Hello,
Beautiful Cordelia. Goodbye plain, uncool, unpopular
Willow Rosenberg!
Willow's wardrobe. Yuck! What a wasteland. Cordelia had
yet to find an outfit she could possibly considering leaving
the room wearing. There was nothing. Nada. Then, as she
was about to give up and either stay in Willow's bedroom
for the rest of her life or go to school wearing rejects from
K-mart, Cordelia discovered something that verged on
wearable. A long black skirt and matching v-neck top. Not
exactly high fashion, admitted Cordelia. Barely middle
fashion, but wearable. Of course she would have to go to
school wearing a barely watchable body!
What monster could have done this to her? And the thought
came reluctantly if she had Willow's body - did Willow
have her beautiful, sexy one? If she did - what would she
do with it? What a nightmare. Willow was so clueless! She
would ruin Cordelia's reputation!
Calm down Cordy, she ordered herself. It will be OK. Clam
down. She took a deep breath and noticed with displeasure
how small Willows' tits were! A cups! Yuck! Where were
her beautiful shaped C's? I am going to kill whatever
demon or person did this to me. But stewing wasn't
helping. She went down to breakfast. Glumly she clumped
downstairs. At least Willow's ugly shoes were comfortable!
Willow's mother was as she remembered - As uncool as
Willow and her clothes were so dull. But Mrs. Rosenberg
smiled at who she thought was her daughter and Cordy had
to reluctantly admit it was a motherly smile that made her
feel strangely good.
"Breakfast?" asked Mrs. Rosenberg.
Cordelia smiled inside. Here was a change to pig out. Any
weight would be on Willow's body. It was so skinny
anyway it wouldn't matter.
"How about some bacon and eggs?" she piped in Willow's
soft voice.
"Very funny! Willow Rosenberg! Bacon indeed! You've
been spending too much time with your Gentile friends.
Shit! Thought Cordy, looking around at the menorah and
other weird things. I'm Jewish!