Author's Note: In the crossover website known as Twisting the Hellmouth, a story written by DragonsPhoenix having the title of 'The Revelatory Power of the Feminist Revolution is Obvious, Right?' had a certain television character well known for her harem pants being accidentally summoned from her original reality by Willow and Anya with Dawn as a very amused onlooker. This in turn inspired my own take on what might've happened later.

"More tea, Samantha?"

"Yes, please. So, Jeannie, anything interesting happen to you lately?"

"Not really - oh, wait. It was more silly than interesting, but a few weeks ago, I somehow wound up in another dimension getting lectured at by two college girls about feminism and how men were absolutely bad to women. It went on like that for hours until I finally got bored and left."

"They didn't!"

"I'm afraid so. Neither of them showed the slightest bit of humor about it, though there was another young lady there having a lot of fun listening to them shoot their mouths off."

"So, what'd you do to them, this pair of little pests who deserved whatever they got?"

"Why would you think I did anything, Samantha?"

"Because I know you, dear. That sweet, innocent air you always show everybody might've fooled those idiots who badgered you, but there's no way they escaped their deserved punishment for annoying a genie!"

"Well, Master Nelson always said to leave people who've been talking to you feeling much better than they were at the start. Since those girls - whose names were Willow and Anya, by the way - clearly hated guys, I thought it was only reasonable that they feel better with each other instead of making even more miserable the lives of everyone else in their vicinity. In between pretending to agree with everything they said, an additional nod by me put on them a slow-acting but effective temporary love spell, which probably had them hopping in bed together that night for some hot and heavy sex until they passed out at the same time from sheer exhaustion."

"Jeannie, you are a very wicked woman, and I'm proud to be your friend."

"Thank you, Samantha. Cookie?"

"Why not? Mmm...yummy! You have to give me the recipe. Darrin will love these."