The next morning, I woke up, vaguely remembering some weird dream with some really pretty, but strange woman in robes, three of them, and trumpets. I glanced over at the clock by my bed. 11:00am. I was late.

"Shit!" I yelled, getting up out of bed quickly. That was when I noticed something was off. Way off. For one thing, my voice sounded different, higher. And also, my balance was off somehow. Then, I looked down.

"What the hell?" Breasts, I was staring down at breasts. Big, full breasts. I couldn't help touching them tentatively. Oh boy, they seemed very real. Also, kind of nice… what am I thinking? Scared, I tried to look past them, further down, and oh God, it's not there. I hurried into the bathroom, seeing a pretty young woman with dark hair approaching the mirror. I turned around, thinking maybe Anya had snuck in, only no one was there. As I got closer, I realized the woman was me?!? I stuck my tongue out, only to see her doing the same. I turned to the side, staring at the profile. Still had a medium build, less muscles, but not bad. And I still had my hair, only it was about shoulder length, falling in soft waves. Eyes, nose, chin, all the same, just well, um, adjusted somehow. I couldn't help staring for a few moments, especially considering, I was still naked at the time. Aaagh, get a hold of yourself, Harris! Ok, went to sleep as a man, woke up as a woman. What happened last night? Hmmm… was helping Giles research on Glory, uh, left with Anya, the usual ritual of trying to suck each other's tongues out of the other's mouth, and headed home. Nope, nothing happened out of the ordinary, but then again, of course, being the Hellmouth, there is no such thing as ordinary.

"Giles, he should know. Maybe he can find out what did this." Oh God, what if I'm stuck like this? I was just getting my life into order, now this? I then heard the front door open, and Anya's voice calling for me. Dammit, I forgot I gave her an extra key to get in. How the hell am I supposed to explain this?

"Xander? Are you here? Did you oversleep again?" I heard her footsteps getting closer. Ok, going to have to tell her somehow. I head out to the main room to tell her.

"Ahn, lemme explain." I started to say.

Her head turned in my direction, and her eyes widened. "Who are you, what are you doing here? Where's Xander?" Then, her eyes narrowed, and I belatedly remembered that I was still naked, "I should have known. Men are all alike."

"Anya," I pleaded, "It's not what you think. Hard to explain, but it's me. It's Xander."

Anya muttered, "You're lucky I've changed." Then, in a louder voice, she said, "I don't know who you are. But you tell that cheater, that I… I… hope he loses his testicles!" She then turned, and walked out, slamming the door behind.

"Kind of late for that." I couldn't help remarking, even though I know she didn't hear me by that point. I sank down to the floor. Crap, what now? Well, what was I to expect, she had trouble believing me when I was split in two, why not now when I'm no longer a guy? Where to go? Buffy? Again, only half of me convinced her who I was. And she hasn't known me as long as… Will! Willow, my bestest friend in the world, she'll believe me. I started heading out the door, when I was reminded of two things: A) I was still naked; B) I needed to come up with an excuse for work.