As the light faded, Faith slowly stood, looking around at everyone and frowning. "What the hell! It's STILL not work-.." She paused and trailed off as she noticed her own body lying a few feet away. "Holy sh.." Her voice trailed and she looked down slowly at herself.

Buffy felt her mouth, thank god no fangs. She smiled and got up from the pile of bodies, but as soon as she did she screamed. She was still laying on the ground. She felt her own body, grabbed a strand of hair and looked at it. Sill blonde, that meant that...

"I'm Anya," Buffy shouted to who she thought was Faith, who was really Willow.

Willow suddenly realized something more was going on. Anya hadn't been vamped and everyone seemed, out of place...

"Hey! Whoever's in my body, out! I don't wanna be Willow!" Faith yelled and then looked down at her clothes again, and winced. "I'm all..fuzzy."

Anya slowly stood up. She looked around and saw her body standing in front of her. "Oh my gosh! A clone! There is a clone of me standing right there! Doesn't anyone else see it?" She said looking around at everyone. She noticed she didn't see Buffy. She then slid her hands down her body. Then down her hair. Then, of course, she screamed.

Finally it hit Willow that she wasn't where she was supposed to be. Slowly she looked over to see herself standing near by. "No way!"

"I'm all fuzzy." Faith repeated, peering down at Willow's clothes that she was wearing. "Great. This is just'.. 'effin great." She sighed

"Get out of my body you-" Anya stoped not knowing what to say. "you- body stealing person thing!"

"Anya, I'm Buffy," Buffy shouted, "And oh my God, why did I wear those pants, my hips look big. Why didn't anyone tell me my hips look big?"

Sitting down on Dawn's bed and rubbing her temples for a moment, Faith finally spoke again. "Allright, allright. So buyin' the kid a gift like this wasn't too smart.. I admit it."

"You just had to bring that thing, didn't you." Willow said glaring furiously at Faith.. or herself that is.

"No! I'm Buffy. No, I'm Buffy's body. But, I'm Anya. But, you-Buffy. Are in my body. Anya." Anya said uncertain-confusing herself.

Faith opened her mouth to respond to Willow's comment and glared, then stopped and looked at herself that was occupied by Willow, up and down as if staring in a mirror, nodding slightly, "Lookin' good." She raised up to her now counterpart.

Hearing screaming, Spike started to run up the stairs, but it was difficult seeing how he was already limping. "Bloody Hell" He muttered as pain coarsed through his leg. It wasn't that bad, but he still hurt. He had recently found a troll and had been thrown through a solid concrete wall of a church. Besides his leg, his back hurt like hell and he couldn't move his left arm without a thousand needles going through it and he had a long bloody stratch on hus left cheek. He reached Dawn's room and saw the four girls."Hey, there's a-" He stopped.

"Anya, just breath." Willow said commonly. "We're going to get this all figured out and get everyone back into there own bodys. As soon as 'someone' gives me the freaking gadgit!"

Holding her hand up, Faith took it off and handed it to her, "Here, I got it." She said, tossing it towards Willow. "Now fix us!

Willow caught the thing with ease. She was slowly realizing her new strength and reflexes, as well as some weakness. Faith hadn't completely healed from the drug use yet.

Willow stared back at herself, finally stopping for a look. 'Why did she always pick such kiddyish shirts?' she thought to herself.

Buffy poked Anya, "Did you feel that?"

"OW! Don't poke me." She said to Buffy. Then she returned the favor by poking Buffy

"Ow," Buffy said before pushing Anya, "That really hurt."

Anya stood up angrily. "You cannot have my Xander!" She shouted at Buffy. "You did this because you want him, didn't you? I knew it. You can't not want him. Well! You can't have him! He's mine!" Anya shouted at Buffy. She then noticed a floor length mirror behind Buffy. She walked towards it and flaunted infront of it. "Hey, now strange creepy guys will look at me like dogs when I go shoping." She said smiling

"I do NOT want Xander," Buffy said in disgust, "And Anya, you had better not to do anything to him in MY body!"

"He wouldn't want you anyway," Anya said glaring at her own body.

Buffy snorted "Oh he so would, newsflash Anya, he wanted me way before he did you."

Faith suddenly held a hand up, "But uh.. who got him on his back first?" She pointed towards herself, "That's right. I did."

Spike leaned against the door in Dawn's room and watched for a moment. Wait, they switched bodies? "HEY!" He yelled.

Faith stood as well, poking her head besides Anya's to check out Willow's body more throughly, then groaned loudly again. "Damn, Red.. Get some leathers or somethin'."

"Yes, cause this skin tight thing is so much more comfortable. How can you fight in these things" Willow shot back as she started to move a bit, trying to stretch her legs. "Spike, uh hey. As you might notice, we have a bit of a situation here. Heh."

"What the bloody hell is going on!" He said to Faith with willow's mind.

"I don't know how you can even walk around like this." Faith fidgeted, getting that 'new skin' feeling she felt when she'd switched with Buffy.

"Faith decide to bring a little gift for Dawn. And well, now we're here." smirking again at Faith. "Thought jail time might have done more for her common sense, obviously not."

"Awww..." Anya said stomping and pouting like a toddler. "But, we don't know how long it will be before we can change back."

Faith glared at her own body, "C'mon! I thought it'd be fun for the squirt. She could take it to school.. Show and tell or somethin'. I dunno.. "

Spike shook his head, he never had liked being ignored, and he didn't like it now. He decided on a different aproach. From listening to their conversations he figured who was in who's body and grabbed Buffy in Anya's body by the shoulders. "Could someone. please tell me. what the hell is going on!"

"I'm Buffy, Anya is me, Willow is Faith, Faith is willow, " Buffy said to Spike

Sighing, Faith sat back down, hitting her head against her hand, "Who's gonna' be the slayer now. Willow and Anya got slayer bodies and me and B got duds. How's that gonna' work?"