Spike picked up a leather miniskirt and held it up to her. "Oh, definitely." He handed it to her and continued down the aisle mumbling, "No. No. God no! No. Hmm..." He grabbed a wine red halter top with a black rose on it. He tossed that to her. "Right, you go try those on while I find you some foot wear."

"I think these are a little too revealing," Jeannie protested as Spike propelled her towards the dressing rooms.

"Trust me, luv, there's no such thing." He pushed her into the dressing room and closed the door.

"But-"

"Not another word," Spike warned. "Just do as I say. I am the expert here, after all." He walked off toward the shoe department.

Jeannie huffed and stripped off her shirt.

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Spike was trying to decide between knee-high black leather, high-heeled boots and black spike heels. He chose the knee-highs and stood up. He turned around and his jaw dropped. Jeannie was standing a few feet away looking completely different. She was adjusting her shirt in a mirror. Spike found his eyes drifting lower...

"How do I look?" Spike quickly refocused on her face as Jeannie noticed him observing her.

"Um, not bad," Spike answered, swallowing. "Uh, here." He handed her the boots. Jeannie sat down on one of the benches. She bent over to slip the first boot on, unwittingly giving Spike a perfect view down her blouse. Spike gulped and turned his back. "You know what you need? A nice jacket."

"A jacket?" Jeannie asked, walking up beside him.

"Yeah, a special one. Like mine," he said walking down a random aisle.

"Well, where'd you get yours?" Jeannie asked. "Maybe they've got more."

Spike laughed. "Wouldn't bet on it. Killed a Slayer for mine."

Jeannie gasped. "That's horrible!"

"Oh, don't fret, I'm sure we can find ya one that's pretty close."

Jeannie slapped his arm. "That's not what I mean! It's wrong to kill."

"Oh, right that. Well, can't be helped now can it?"

"Well, no, but you could at least be sorry about it."

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I'm a very bad boy. Now, can we go?" He ushered her toward the door.

"Wait!" Jeannie stopped. "I almost forgot to change out of these clothes!"

"That was close. I know I wouldn't have been able to sleep a wink," Spike said, sarcastically.

Jeannie gave him a look and went to change.

After Jeannie changed and they relocked the door. "Well, I think that concludes our lesson for tonight. Now, that you have one decent outfit, I don't think you'll have a problem picking more. Just remember, when in doubt choose leather."

Jeannie nodded. "And I want you to remember to treat people courtesy, respect, and kindness. Okay? Well, goodnight." She started off down the sidewalk.

"Hey, wait!" Spike called. He ran up to her. "I'll walk you home. There're all sorts of nasties on these steets at night. Isn't safe for an innocent young girl like yourself."

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"See you tomorrow night then?" Spike asked when they reached Jeannie's building. "Now that we have the proper clothes, we can work on the your strut."

Jeannie nodded. "Okay, sounds good." She kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks for helping me." With that, she ran into the building.

Spike just grinned and strode off into the night.

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Then next morning Jeannie decided to skip class and go buy the outfit she and Spike had picked out. On a whim, she wore the outfit out of the store, stuffing her own clothes in a bag. She strode off down the sidewalk.

Buffy and Willow spotted her from across the street. "Is that Jeannie!?!" Buffy exclaimed.

"Oh...wow. She's sure changed," Willow said. "New attitude, new clothes. It's like she's a completely new person."

Buffy grew worried. "You don't think she's possessed or something?"

Willow gasped. "If she is, we have to help her."

Buffy nodded. "Lets go to the Magic Shop and do some research."


That's all for now. I should have the next chapter soon. Please R&R.