Title: What it Feels Like for a Girl (4/?)
Author: Beach Blonde Babe
Rating: I'm putting it at an R for now, but only because I don't know what's gonna happen later. Right now, it's at about a PG-13, for language.
Series Summary: Xander plays dress up at Dawn's insistance, but after a spat with Anya, badness ensues.
Chapter Summary: The girls (and Spike) go shopping!
Pairing: Spike/Xander, mentions of Xander/Anya
Disclaimer: These people aren't mine (God, do I wish they were.) Joss owns them, the lucky bastard. I just play with them and then put them back.
Distribution: If you really want it, take it. Just let me know where I can find it afterwards.
Feedback: Pretty, pretty please? With a cherry on top?
Spoilers: None, really.
A/N: This is un-beta'd. I'm sorry if there are any glaring errors. You can write me a long, long review on how stupid I am.
A/N 2: This takes place after Hush sometime, probably late season four. Nothing's really specific. Dawn's in it, for my purposes, and Tara's in it, 'cause I like Willow and Tara together. So there you go. You can put this story anywhere you want to, within those parameters.
A/N 3: I forgot to mention it, in case you didnt' know. The main title is a Madonna song. The title of the 2nd and 3rd chapters is a Shania Twain song. This title is a Sugarcult song. The songs have nothing to do with the story. I'm just running with the song title theme.
Littleburde - Yes, as far as I know, that line is mine. I don't think I heard it anywhere else, although I might have. If I'm taking credit for someone else's work, please let me know!
Pretty Girl
"Are you silly bints done yet?" Spike leaned against the wall outside a changing room at Forever 21. He tried to make himself look smaller, hiding behind a rack of clothes, lest some other demon catch him there. What that would do for his reputation!
"I can't believe I'm gonna say this, and I don't think it'll ever cross my lips again, but Spike's right. Are we done yet?" Xander, from inside the changing booth, had to spit the words out, but out they came. He recieved a gentle swat on the ass from Dawn, and Willow just clucked her tongue.
"Not yet! We've only found-" Dawn trailed off as she saw *the* perfect top to go with the black skirt they picked out. Xander fought that one tooth and nail, but he didn't know what looked good and what didn't. She scurried off to grab it, while Willow helped Xander into the next top.
"Cor, this is horrible!" Spike's face twisted into a grimace of disgust. "All these clothes make you lot look like hookers!" Xander's face fell, and he looked down at the shirt he was being forced into. Spike was right. It was low cut, it had no back, and the white fabric was so see-through, he might as well have been naked. He sighed heavily, holding out his arms so Willow could take it off.
"You know, you didn't have to come with us. You could have stayed at home." Buffy crossed her legs daintily on the low black seats. She was waiting outside with the vampire, to make sure he didn't try to run off. Spike snorted.
"Psh! Yeah, right. Like I'm going to let you all come traipsing over to the mall with *my* money, and not even get to say what gets bought, and what doesn't? Over my dead body!" Spike stamped, raising a small scene in the dressing area. Dawn came scampering back, prize in hand. "What the hell is that, Bit?"
"It's a top. Duh." Dawn rolled her eyes at her favorite vampire, smiling. He could be so clueless sometimes. She handed the top to Willow. "Try this with the skirt and the heels, Alex." The girls had decided to call Xander Alex while in public. It was a little more feminine sounding that Xander, and it could be short for Alexandra, or even Alexis. Xander shook his head, disappointed at the nickname. If he was going to be a girl, he wanted his name to be something pretty, like Nicole, or Christie. But Alex was as good as anything. Besides, it was easy to answer to. His dad called him Alex. He held out his arms for Willow, who slid it onto him deftly, tying strings and doing buttons. He sat down on the little ledge, pulling the mini skirt on, and then slipping on the high heels. He actually kinda liked the shoes. They were strappy, going up to his ankle. He stood up, and wobbled over, saved from smashing his nose into the side of the dressing room by Willow, who now was taller, and stronger than he. Willow held his arm, and he pushed the curtain aside.
Dawn, Buffy, and Spike gaped. Willow was standing with a much transformed woman. Once Xander had stopped crying, the redness left his eyes quickly, and he had retained his amazingly long eyelashes. His hair was pulled back into a messy, curly ponytail, with little ringlets falling out of place and framing his face. The top was-. The closest thing he could come up with was a turtleneck tank top. It was a turtleneck, but it had no sleeves, and no back. There were little slashes cut in the fabric, and the only things holding it down were the neck, and two little strings across his lower back. It hugged his new body perfectly. It was a deep purple in color, and it perfectly matched the black shoes and the skirt, which flowed down to Xander's ankles, clinging to his hips. He stood awkwardly, one knee bent inwards, trying to balance on Willow's arm. The small black straps of the heels ran up to just above his ankle.
Inwardly, Xander cringed. He must have looked pretty damn awful. No one had said anything. He smiled crookedly. "That bad, hunh?" More silence.
//You're surprised? No one cares what you look like.//
\\That's not true. You know they love you.\\
//Who said anything about love? Wait, shut up. I think someone's gonna say something!//
It was Buffy who spoke first. "Wow. You look . . . wow." Dawn nodded in agreement, standing.
"Okay, turn." Xander stared back at her dumbly. "Turn around. Rotate? Model for us!" Xander nodded, and turned slowly, clutching the skirt and looking down at the floor. Spike's eyes trailed up and down Xander's new body. God, but he was a beautiful woman. He looked up and saw the fear in the kid's eyes. He decided that it was time to play with that.
"Enh." All eyes turned on him. He worked hard to surpress a huge grin. "Not bad, I guess. You could fit in with the drag queens over in LA." He watched Xander's face fall, and he pushed aside the thought that maybe he felt a twinge of pain at the hurt in the boy's already sad eyes. Of course, that feeling became an *actual* pain as three hands swung at his head and connected. He growled in pain, and the other customers smirked as the rude Brit got what he deserved. Buffy grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, holding him tightly while smiling and speaking through clenched teeth.
"Remeber our little discussion, Spike? You? Sun? Dustbuster?" The vampire nodded, feeling the skin at his neck pull and relax. Buffy smiled brightly. "Good. Now apologize before I spasm, and you fall under the leg of a chair or something." Spike looked at Xander, who had fallen into a chair. The bint-er...whelp-looked like he was going to start crying again. God knows they didn't need that again, especially in a public place, where other women would come to a crying woman's rescue. He walked over, and sat next to him. He grasped one of Xander's smaller hands in his.
"Whelp?" No answer. "Alex?" Okay, the silent treatment. "Xan?" Bingo. Success. "'M sorry, pet. I forgot that you're more . . . fragile recently." Xander looked at him, horrified. "I didn't mean it like that, Xan. I just mean that . . . well . . . oh, bugger all. I'm no good at this apology crap." He smiled a crooked, half-smile. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. It was a bad joke. Forgive me?" He waited for the boy's reaction.
Xander stared at Spike blankly. That was . . . well . . . that was almost nice. A tear began to form at the corner of Xander's deep brown eyes, and for a moment, Spike was afraid for his unlife. Then, doing the last thing that Spike ever expected, Xander flung his arms around Spike, pulling him close and sobbing against him.
Spike almost screamed in terror at the "Aww" that went up from all around him. This was possibly the lowest moment in Spike's history, in life or unlife. Here was a two-hundred plus year-old master vampire, sitting on a little black bench in the Forever 21 in the Sunnydale Mall, with a sobbing ninteen year-old man-turned-woman in his arms, pressed against him; he was surrounded by two ninteen year-old women, and a sixteen year-old girl, and a horde of other women shoppers. Worst of all - and he would never admit this to anyone, ever - was that . . . . . . he enjoyed it.
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Okay, that's it for now! Please, review. Click the little purple button below. It'll help me know that people are still reading this, and motivate me to continue. Who knows what'll happen next! (I sure as heck don't!)
Author: Beach Blonde Babe
Rating: I'm putting it at an R for now, but only because I don't know what's gonna happen later. Right now, it's at about a PG-13, for language.
Series Summary: Xander plays dress up at Dawn's insistance, but after a spat with Anya, badness ensues.
Chapter Summary: The girls (and Spike) go shopping!
Pairing: Spike/Xander, mentions of Xander/Anya
Disclaimer: These people aren't mine (God, do I wish they were.) Joss owns them, the lucky bastard. I just play with them and then put them back.
Distribution: If you really want it, take it. Just let me know where I can find it afterwards.
Feedback: Pretty, pretty please? With a cherry on top?
Spoilers: None, really.
A/N: This is un-beta'd. I'm sorry if there are any glaring errors. You can write me a long, long review on how stupid I am.
A/N 2: This takes place after Hush sometime, probably late season four. Nothing's really specific. Dawn's in it, for my purposes, and Tara's in it, 'cause I like Willow and Tara together. So there you go. You can put this story anywhere you want to, within those parameters.
A/N 3: I forgot to mention it, in case you didnt' know. The main title is a Madonna song. The title of the 2nd and 3rd chapters is a Shania Twain song. This title is a Sugarcult song. The songs have nothing to do with the story. I'm just running with the song title theme.
Littleburde - Yes, as far as I know, that line is mine. I don't think I heard it anywhere else, although I might have. If I'm taking credit for someone else's work, please let me know!
Pretty Girl
"Are you silly bints done yet?" Spike leaned against the wall outside a changing room at Forever 21. He tried to make himself look smaller, hiding behind a rack of clothes, lest some other demon catch him there. What that would do for his reputation!
"I can't believe I'm gonna say this, and I don't think it'll ever cross my lips again, but Spike's right. Are we done yet?" Xander, from inside the changing booth, had to spit the words out, but out they came. He recieved a gentle swat on the ass from Dawn, and Willow just clucked her tongue.
"Not yet! We've only found-" Dawn trailed off as she saw *the* perfect top to go with the black skirt they picked out. Xander fought that one tooth and nail, but he didn't know what looked good and what didn't. She scurried off to grab it, while Willow helped Xander into the next top.
"Cor, this is horrible!" Spike's face twisted into a grimace of disgust. "All these clothes make you lot look like hookers!" Xander's face fell, and he looked down at the shirt he was being forced into. Spike was right. It was low cut, it had no back, and the white fabric was so see-through, he might as well have been naked. He sighed heavily, holding out his arms so Willow could take it off.
"You know, you didn't have to come with us. You could have stayed at home." Buffy crossed her legs daintily on the low black seats. She was waiting outside with the vampire, to make sure he didn't try to run off. Spike snorted.
"Psh! Yeah, right. Like I'm going to let you all come traipsing over to the mall with *my* money, and not even get to say what gets bought, and what doesn't? Over my dead body!" Spike stamped, raising a small scene in the dressing area. Dawn came scampering back, prize in hand. "What the hell is that, Bit?"
"It's a top. Duh." Dawn rolled her eyes at her favorite vampire, smiling. He could be so clueless sometimes. She handed the top to Willow. "Try this with the skirt and the heels, Alex." The girls had decided to call Xander Alex while in public. It was a little more feminine sounding that Xander, and it could be short for Alexandra, or even Alexis. Xander shook his head, disappointed at the nickname. If he was going to be a girl, he wanted his name to be something pretty, like Nicole, or Christie. But Alex was as good as anything. Besides, it was easy to answer to. His dad called him Alex. He held out his arms for Willow, who slid it onto him deftly, tying strings and doing buttons. He sat down on the little ledge, pulling the mini skirt on, and then slipping on the high heels. He actually kinda liked the shoes. They were strappy, going up to his ankle. He stood up, and wobbled over, saved from smashing his nose into the side of the dressing room by Willow, who now was taller, and stronger than he. Willow held his arm, and he pushed the curtain aside.
Dawn, Buffy, and Spike gaped. Willow was standing with a much transformed woman. Once Xander had stopped crying, the redness left his eyes quickly, and he had retained his amazingly long eyelashes. His hair was pulled back into a messy, curly ponytail, with little ringlets falling out of place and framing his face. The top was-. The closest thing he could come up with was a turtleneck tank top. It was a turtleneck, but it had no sleeves, and no back. There were little slashes cut in the fabric, and the only things holding it down were the neck, and two little strings across his lower back. It hugged his new body perfectly. It was a deep purple in color, and it perfectly matched the black shoes and the skirt, which flowed down to Xander's ankles, clinging to his hips. He stood awkwardly, one knee bent inwards, trying to balance on Willow's arm. The small black straps of the heels ran up to just above his ankle.
Inwardly, Xander cringed. He must have looked pretty damn awful. No one had said anything. He smiled crookedly. "That bad, hunh?" More silence.
//You're surprised? No one cares what you look like.//
\\That's not true. You know they love you.\\
//Who said anything about love? Wait, shut up. I think someone's gonna say something!//
It was Buffy who spoke first. "Wow. You look . . . wow." Dawn nodded in agreement, standing.
"Okay, turn." Xander stared back at her dumbly. "Turn around. Rotate? Model for us!" Xander nodded, and turned slowly, clutching the skirt and looking down at the floor. Spike's eyes trailed up and down Xander's new body. God, but he was a beautiful woman. He looked up and saw the fear in the kid's eyes. He decided that it was time to play with that.
"Enh." All eyes turned on him. He worked hard to surpress a huge grin. "Not bad, I guess. You could fit in with the drag queens over in LA." He watched Xander's face fall, and he pushed aside the thought that maybe he felt a twinge of pain at the hurt in the boy's already sad eyes. Of course, that feeling became an *actual* pain as three hands swung at his head and connected. He growled in pain, and the other customers smirked as the rude Brit got what he deserved. Buffy grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, holding him tightly while smiling and speaking through clenched teeth.
"Remeber our little discussion, Spike? You? Sun? Dustbuster?" The vampire nodded, feeling the skin at his neck pull and relax. Buffy smiled brightly. "Good. Now apologize before I spasm, and you fall under the leg of a chair or something." Spike looked at Xander, who had fallen into a chair. The bint-er...whelp-looked like he was going to start crying again. God knows they didn't need that again, especially in a public place, where other women would come to a crying woman's rescue. He walked over, and sat next to him. He grasped one of Xander's smaller hands in his.
"Whelp?" No answer. "Alex?" Okay, the silent treatment. "Xan?" Bingo. Success. "'M sorry, pet. I forgot that you're more . . . fragile recently." Xander looked at him, horrified. "I didn't mean it like that, Xan. I just mean that . . . well . . . oh, bugger all. I'm no good at this apology crap." He smiled a crooked, half-smile. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. It was a bad joke. Forgive me?" He waited for the boy's reaction.
Xander stared at Spike blankly. That was . . . well . . . that was almost nice. A tear began to form at the corner of Xander's deep brown eyes, and for a moment, Spike was afraid for his unlife. Then, doing the last thing that Spike ever expected, Xander flung his arms around Spike, pulling him close and sobbing against him.
Spike almost screamed in terror at the "Aww" that went up from all around him. This was possibly the lowest moment in Spike's history, in life or unlife. Here was a two-hundred plus year-old master vampire, sitting on a little black bench in the Forever 21 in the Sunnydale Mall, with a sobbing ninteen year-old man-turned-woman in his arms, pressed against him; he was surrounded by two ninteen year-old women, and a sixteen year-old girl, and a horde of other women shoppers. Worst of all - and he would never admit this to anyone, ever - was that . . . . . . he enjoyed it.
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Okay, that's it for now! Please, review. Click the little purple button below. It'll help me know that people are still reading this, and motivate me to continue. Who knows what'll happen next! (I sure as heck don't!)