Chapter 3: The Witch

March 16, 1997 – Sunday

Club Venus

The vibrant pink neon sign reading 'Club Venus' illuminated the bar's entrance. The doorman nodded in acknowledgment as Buffy stepped inside, making her way towards a group of drag queens seated at the bar. Silently, she took a seat next to them, crossing her legs and signaling the bartender, who acknowledged her with a nod.

"Well hey there, cutie," greeted a queen sporting a bright pink wig. "I'm Peaches, and these are Shadow and Rochelle."

"Hi," Buffy replied, offering a warm smile. "I'm Buffy."

"New in town?" Peaches asked, tilting her head curiously.

"Yeah, I just moved here from L.A.," Buffy responded. "Seems like the scene in this town is pretty bleak, huh?"

"You got that right," Peaches confirmed. "Consider yourself lucky they even have a bar for girls like us and guys like you in Sunnydale."

"Girls like us," Buffy quietly corrected, glancing down. Peaches patted her hand reassuringly.

"What can I get for you?" the bartender asked, appearing at their side.

"She'll have a banana daiquiri," Peaches informed him. "And three more cosmos for us."

The bartender nodded and swiftly returned with their drinks.

"Moving can be tough," Rochelle sympathized. "Were you out in L.A.?"

Buffy chuckled. "I'm not even out to my parents. The only person I'm out to is my little sister. I told her a couple of months ago."

Rochelle nodded understandingly. "I was never out either. But it'll be alright."

"My mom practically had a meltdown when I told her I was bisexual," Buffy shared. "So being transgender is pretty much out of the question. I had to purge when I moved from L.A. I had the cutest pair of pink heels," she grumbled. Rochelle patted her arm comfortingly. She took a long sip of her drink and then suddenly felt a chill running down her spine. "Damn," she muttered. "I'll be right back."

Buffy lured the vampire outside and swiftly dispatched him. Dusting off the ash disgustedly, she headed back into the bar.

"What was all that about?" Shadow asked, intrigued.

"Vampire," Buffy replied, prompting laughter from the group.

Peaches tilted her head with interest. "Seriously?"

Buffy met Peaches' gaze and nodded in affirmation.

Shadow shook her head in disbelief. "I always knew there was something off about this town, other than the overwhelming number of straight people. Vampires, now... that's a new one."

"Or a very old one," Rochelle chimed in.

"The best thing you can do is carry a cross with you," Buffy advised. "Usually, they back off pretty quickly. And be cautious around people who give you a bad vibe or seem out of place. If they're dressed like they're from the fifties, chances are they probably are."

Rochelle let out a whistle. "How did someone like you get caught up in all of this?"

"It's kind of a mystical calling thing," Buffy explained. "I gain superpowers, like being super-strong, having incredible reflexes and agility, and fast healing. All of that in exchange for getting punched in the face like ten times a day."

They all looked genuinely impressed. "Can you show us? That sounds insanely cool," Shadow exclaimed.

"Sure," Buffy said. "Do any of you have some metal for me to bend with my bare hands or something?"

Peaches removed a metal bracelet from her wrist and handed it to Buffy, who effortlessly twisted it into a knot. The group erupted in applause. Buffy then untangled the bracelet and returned it to Peaches, who let out a whistle of amazement.

Buffy took a sip of her drink and shook her hair out of her face.

"Well, I think mystical chosen ones deserve a good dance," Rochelle declared. They all pulled Buffy onto the dance floor, laughing and enjoying themselves. In that moment, Buffy felt truly alive for the first time in months.

The pulsating music filled the air as Buffy joined Peaches, Shadow, and Rochelle on the dance floor. They moved in sync, their bodies swaying to the rhythm with effortless grace. Buffy let go of her worries and allowed herself to be swept up in the joyous atmosphere.

As they danced, Buffy couldn't help but notice the diverse crowd around them, embracing their authentic selves without fear or judgment. Drag queens, transgender individuals, and people from all walks of life came together in this haven of acceptance and self-expression. It was a stark contrast to the struggles Buffy faced in her everyday life, where she had to hide her true identity.

Feeling a surge of confidence and belonging, Buffy let her movements become bolder and freer. She spun, twirled, and unleashed her inner strength with every step. The cheers and applause from her newfound friends only fueled her energy.

In that moment, Buffy realized that she didn't have only her sister or Giles for support. She had found a community that understood and supported her, even if it was just within the walls of Club Venus. Here, she could be her authentic self, no longer burdened by the expectations and judgments of others.

The night carried on, filled with laughter, dancing, and genuine connections. Buffy felt a sense of liberation she had never experienced before. It was a reminder that there was a world beyond the darkness and supernatural threats she faced as the Slayer. There were moments of happiness, acceptance, and self-discovery waiting for her, even in the midst of her battles.

As the night drew to a close, Buffy and her new friends exchanged heartfelt goodbyes, promising to meet again at Club Venus. Buffy left the bar with a renewed spirit and a glimmer of hope. She knew that she would face more challenges, both as a slayer and as a transgender woman, but she also knew that she had the strength to overcome them.

Summers Home

Buffy stepped through the front door, feeling a mix of exhaustion and contentment after her night out. She kicked off her shoes and made her way up to her bedroom, ready to unwind. Just as she was about to change into her pajamas, Dawn appeared at the doorway, a warm smile on her face.

"Buffy! You're back!" Dawn exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "How was your night? Tell me everything!"

Buffy turned to face her younger sister, grateful for the unwavering support she always found in her. She smiled back, appreciating Dawn's genuine interest. "It was amazing, Dawn," she replied, her voice tinged with excitement. "I went to this fantastic place called Club Venus. It's a safe space where everyone can be themselves."

Dawn's eyes widened with intrigue. "That sounds incredible! What was it like? Who did you meet?"

Buffy sat down on the edge of her bed, motioning for Dawn to join her. "Well, I met some incredible people. I spent the night talking with drag queens, dancers, and performers. They were so welcoming and accepting, Dawn. It felt like a family, a community where I could truly be me."

Dawn's face lit up, her enthusiasm evident. "That's so cool, Buffy! I'm glad you found a place where you feel accepted and supported."

Buffy nodded, her heart swelling with gratitude for Dawn's understanding. "Thank you, Dawn. It means the world to me to have your support. Nights like these remind me that I'm not alone in this journey, that there are people out there who see and accept me for who I am."

Dawn reached out and took Buffy's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "You're my sister, Buffy, and I love you no matter what. You being true to yourself only makes me prouder to be your sister."

Tears welled up in Buffy's eyes, moved by Dawn's unwavering love and support. She pulled Dawn into a tight embrace, feeling the warmth and comfort of their bond. "Thank you, Dawn. I'm so lucky to have you by my side."

Buffy and Dawn bid each other goodnight, knowing that they were there for each other through thick and thin. As Buffy slipped into her pajamas and climbed into bed, she felt a sense of peace and acceptance. With Dawn and her new friends Peaches, Rochelle and Shadow by her side, she knew she could face anything that came her way.

March 17, 1997 – Monday

Sunnydale High School

In the library, Giles couldn't hide his bewilderment as he stared at the cheerleader uniform that Buffy wore, with pants instead of a skirt. His frustration was evident as he paced back and forth, struggling to find the right words. "This is madness! What on earth were you thinking, Buffy? You are the Slayer! Lives depend on you!" He shook his head in disbelief. "And now you want to subject yourself to this, this..." He paused, searching for the right term. "Cult?" He pushed the cart to the counter. "You have a sacred birthright, Buffy. You were chosen to destroy vampires, not to… wave pompoms at people. And as the Watcher I forbid it." He went back to the table.

Buffy crossed her arms, meeting Giles's gaze with a mix of determination and exasperation. "Seriously, Giles? I thought you were actually supportive of me," she said, rolling her eyes.

Giles sighed, his frustration giving way to a genuine concern for Buffy's well-being. He sat on the edge of the table, trying to choose his words carefully. "I am supportive, Buffy. I truly am," he said earnestly.

Buffy moved closer to him, striking a pose to emphasize her point. "Look, Giles, being in this body, I've never had the chance to explore my feminine side. Times are slowly changing, and I recently read a newspaper story about a boy making the cheerleading squad at another school. Until I can fully express myself as who I am, this will give me the opportunity to do something I've always wanted to do. Besides, I promise I'll still have time for my Slayer duties, okay?"

Giles looked at Buffy, his initial resistance giving way to a deeper understanding. He slowly nodded, acknowledging her perspective. "Very well," he conceded. "As the Slayer, you shouldn't, of course. But as a person in your unique situation, Buffy, you are right. You deserve to do something you've always wanted to do."

A genuine smile spread across Buffy's face as she felt a sense of validation from Giles's acceptance. "Thank you, Giles," she said gratefully. The tension between them began to dissipate, replaced by a newfound understanding and support.

Giles reached out and placed a hand on Buffy's shoulder, conveying his genuine care for her. "Just remember, Buffy, that your duties as the Slayer must remain a priority. But I trust that you will find a balance and make the most of this opportunity. And know that I will be here to support you, both as your Watcher and as a friend."

Buffy's gratitude deepened, and she nodded appreciatively. "I won't let you down, Giles. I'll find a way to fulfill both my duties as the Slayer and my personal aspirations."

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In the gym, the atmosphere was charged with anticipation as cheerleader tryouts were about to commence. Girls were stretching and practicing their impressive gymnastic moves, flipping through the air and showcasing their skills. Buffy, Willow, and Xander entered through the door, joining the crowd.

Willow, ever perceptive, sensed something amiss. She turned to Buffy and asked, "Giles didn't approve, huh?"

Buffy nodded with a sigh. "Not at first," she admitted, her gaze focused on the girls preparing for their auditions.

"Well, we're behind you," Willow reassured her, offering unwavering support.

Xander, his eyes wandering among the athletic displays, nudged Buffy playfully. "People scoff at things like school spirit, but look at these girls giving their all like this!" he remarked, enjoying the view. He noticed Amber performing a remarkable split between two chairs. "Ooh, stretchy! Where was I?"

Willow shot him a pointed look. "You were pretending that seeing scantily clad girls in revealing postures was a spiritual experience."

Xander grinned mischievously. "Who said I was pretending?"

Their banter was interrupted as Cordelia approached them, her tone dripping with disdain. "Just look at Amber. Who does she think she is, a Laker Girl?"

Willow, always one to interject, chimed in, "I heard she turned them down." She hadn't actually heard anything of the sort, but it seemed fitting to support Amber.

Suddenly, Joy, the cheerleading squad leader, stepped forward with her clipboard, calling for everyone's attention. She scanned the names on her list and her expression shifted as she found a name she hadn't expected. "One second, um, Rutherford Summers. Can I see you for a second?" she called out, motioning for Buffy to come forward.

Buffy glanced back at her friends, exchanging a glance with them, before walking over to Joy. "Yes?" she said, standing confidently before the squad leader.

Joy's brows furrowed with confusion as she looked Buffy up and down. "You are aware that this is traditionally a female sport, right?" she asked, a hint of skepticism in her voice.

Buffy let out a resigned sigh, knowing that this topic would inevitably come up. "Yes, I'm fully aware that cheerleading has been seen as a female sport. But times are changing. Boys are being allowed on cheerleading squads at other schools. I actually read a news article about it recently. And besides, there's no gender requirement to be a cheerleader at this school," she finished with a subtle smirk, her confidence shining through.

Joy sighed, realizing that Buffy had a point. "Alright," she relented. "I guess we can give you a tryout. Besides, if you make the cut, we could add some new routines that require a strong base."

Buffy's smirk widened into a genuine smile as she felt a wave of gratitude. "Like flyers," she said, understanding Joy's unspoken idea.

Joy nodded, mirroring Buffy's smile. "Exactly. Good luck," she said, watching as Buffy made her way back to her friends, her heart full of determination. She turned and gave her attention to everyone in the gym. "Okay first up will be Amber Grove. If you're not auditioning, move off the floor."

As the auditions began, Amber took the floor and started her routine, showcasing impressive athleticism. She executed a needle-split lift, followed by a double spin and a jumping double spin. Landing gracefully, she transitioned into an aerial and a cartwheel, captivating everyone in the gym. The atmosphere was electric with anticipation.

"Amy! Hi!" Willow called out to Amy, a fellow student who stood nearby.

Amy joined Willow on the bleachers. "Hi!" she replied, returning the greeting.

"I didn't know you wanted to be a cheerleader! You've lost a lot of weight," Willow observed, noticing the change in Amy's appearance.

Amy nodded. "Had to," she said, a hint of determination in her voice.

Willow turned to Buffy, eager to introduce her. "Amy, do you know Rutherford?" she asked.

Amy looked at Buffy, her curiosity piqued. "Hi," she greeted cautiously.

"Hi," Buffy responded, meeting Amy's gaze with a friendly smile.

Amy couldn't help but voice her surprise. "I mean no offense, but I didn't know boys could try out," she admitted, her eyes searching Buffy's face for an explanation.

Buffy shrugged, unaffected by the question. "There's nothing in the rules that says they can't. And like I mentioned to Joy, other schools have already started letting boys try out."

Amy nodded, understanding dawned on her face. "Well, then, good luck," she said, offering her support to Buffy. She turned back to watch Amber. "She trained with Benson. He's one of the best coaches that money can buy."

"They have cheerleading coaches?" Buffy asked in surprise.

"Oh, yeah! I train with my mom, three hours in the morning, three at night," Amy replied with a smile.

Buffy thought about her mother. She loved Joyce and Dawn of course. But at the same time her mother could be a little overly protective.

"I know it's hokey," Amy continued. "But she's really great."

Cordelia turned her back to Amber with a look of contempt on her face. "Hmm!"

As the auditions continued, Amber's routine reached its climax. But suddenly, something went wrong. Her hands began to smoke, catching fire as she dropped her pompoms and screamed in panic. The gym erupted into chaos as everyone watched in shock.

"What the?" Buffy wondered. That couldn't be good.

"That girl's on fire!" Willow cried out.

Cordelia, who still faced, replied, "Enough of the hyperbole!"

Buffy's instincts kicked in, and she sprang into action. She swiftly climbed onto the bleachers, tearing down a banner as she rushed back to Amber. With quick thinking, she used the banner to smother the flames, effectively extinguishing them. The room fell into a stunned silence as Buffy reassured Amber, her voice filled with compassion. "It's okay, it's okay. You're going to be... okay."

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Later, inside the library, a sense of unease hung in the air as Buffy paced back and forth, her friends Willow and Xander seated at the study table. "I've been slaying vampires for about a year now, and I have seen things, but... nobody's hands ever got toasted before," she expressed, her voice tinged with concern.

Giles emerged from the book cage; his expression serious. "I imagine not."

Buffy turned her attention to Giles, seeking answers. "But it is weird, right?"

Giles nodded affirmatively. "Quite. Spontaneous human combustion is rare and scientifically unexplainable, but there have been cases for hundreds of years. Usually, all that's left is a pile of ashes."

Willow chimed in, reflecting on the recent incident. "That's all that would have been left if it hadn't been for Rutherford."

Xander couldn't help but interject with his characteristic humor. "So, we have no idea what caused this. That's a comfort."

Giles took a seat at the edge of the table, his gaze steady. "There's a veritable cornucopia of fiends and devils and ghouls to engage," he mused, trying to find a silver lining. The attention of everyone in the room focused on him, waiting for him to continue. "Pardon me for finding the glass half full," he added, acknowledging the weight of their situation.

Buffy refocused the conversation on their mission. "Any common denominators in cases of spontaneous combustion?"

Giles met Buffy's gaze directly. "Rage. In most cases, the person who combusted was terribly angry or upset."

Xander chimed in, offering a speculative theory. "So maybe Amber's got this power to make herself be on fire. It's like the human torch, only it hurts

Buffy's mind raced with possibilities. "I need to gather information on Amber. Find out if she's done this before," she declared, already preparing to take action.

Willow's eyes lit up with excitement. "That means hacking illegally into the school's computer system... Finally, something I can do!" She rose from her seat, joined by Xander, ready to assist Buffy.

Xander added, offering his support. "I'll ask around about her."

Buffy appreciated their eagerness to help but also emphasized caution. "You know I'm happy to have your help, but walk softly, at least until we know a little more." She then turned her attention back to Giles. "What if Amber isn't causing this herself?"

Giles's expression grew more serious as he contemplated the question. "Well, then we have to determine who or what did and deal with it accordingly," he stated, his voice firm and resolute.

As Buffy, Xander, and Willow gathered their things and started to leave, Giles called out to Buffy, his voice carrying a hint of urgency. "Rutherford, could you stay for a moment?" Giles requested; his voice filled with genuine concern. Sensing the seriousness in his tone, Willow and Xander exchanged concerned glances and quietly exited the library, leaving Buffy alone with Giles.

Buffy turned back; concern mirrored in her eyes. "Of course, Giles. What's on your mind?"

Giles gestured for Buffy to come closer, his expression a mix of curiosity and worry. "I wanted to talk to you about the cheerleading tryouts, Buffy. I'm curious to know if you had the opportunity to participate and how everyone reacted to someone they perceive as a boy attempting to try out."

Buffy's heart sank slightly. "I didn't actually get a chance to try out, Giles," she admitted, a tinge of disappointment in her voice. "With what happened to Amber tryouts were cancelled for the rest of the day. I'm sorry you didn't get the opportunity to participate. But I'm more concerned about the reaction you would have faced as someone they perceive as a boy trying out for a traditionally female role."

Buffy nodded, understanding the significance of Giles' concern. "Joy, the squad captain, had reservations. But I pointed out what I said to you earlier. About boys being allowed to try out at other schools. She agreed to give me a tryout. That said I would expect possibly from the others some confusion and mixed reactions."

"Knowing, as I do, about your dysphoria," Giles began, his voice filled with genuine concern, "did seeing the other girls in their cheerleading uniforms bring any of that forward for you?"

Buffy paused, grateful for Giles' understanding and willingness to address the topic. She appreciated his efforts to create a safe space for her to express her feelings.

"Yes, Giles," Buffy replied softly, her voice tinged with vulnerability. "Seeing the other girls in their cheerleading uniforms did bring up some emotions. It reminded me of the femininity I've longed to embrace but haven't had the opportunity to fully explore."

Giles nodded; his gaze filled with empathy. "I can only imagine how challenging that must be, Buffy. To have those desires and aspirations but feel restricted by the circumstances."

Buffy sighed, her shoulders slightly slumping. "It's been a struggle, Giles. Being the Slayer, fulfilling my duties, and trying to navigate my gender identity—it's a delicate balancing act."

Giles gently placed a hand on Buffy's arm, offering reassurance. "You've shown remarkable strength and resilience, Buffy. Buffy just remember, that you have me as well as your sister, Dawn, to support you every step of the way."

A flicker of gratitude flashed in Buffy's eyes as she looked at Giles. "Thank you, Giles."

Summers Home

In the kitchen, Dawn sat at the island, observing her mother's struggle to pry open wooden boxes and crates with a crowbar. As Buffy entered through the back door, she stopped beside Dawn, offering a warm smile.

"Hey!" Buffy greeted; her attention focused on her mother's task.

Joyce, engrossed in her work, didn't look up as she asked, "Hi, how was school?"

"It was good. What you got there?" Buffy asked, referring to the boxes and crates.

"It's for the tribal art display," Joyce explained, still struggling with the crates.

"Cool!" Buffy replied, her eyes shifting to another piece of art on the counter. "By the way, I tried out for a sport today."

"Oh, great! How'd it go?" Joyce inquired, her attention divided between her children and the crates.

Buffy's face fell slightly as she shared, "I didn't actually get to try out."

"Why not?" Dawn asked curiously, looking at her sister.

"There was an accident," Buffy explained, a tinge of disappointment in her voice. "The competition was pretty fierce, though."

Joyce, still preoccupied, chimed in absentmindedly, "Oh, I know you'll do fine."

"Mom?" Dawn interjected, seeking her mother's attention.

"Yeah?" Joyce paused her efforts with the crate and turned to face her children.

"What sport was Rutherford trying out for?" Dawn questioned; curiosity evident in her voice.

"Oh, uh..." Joyce paused, unsure. "Some activity? I have no idea, I'm sorry," she admitted, feeling a sense of guilt.

"It's okay," Buffy reassured her, reaching across to pat her mom's hand gently.

Joyce sighed, momentarily letting go of the crate. "I'm distracted," she admitted, then resumed her attempts to open it. "Got a lot of inventory to go through here." She sighed again, feeling the weight of the task. "This is my gallery's first major show." Exhaustion seeped into her voice as she addressed Buffy. "You know, it might not physically kill you to give me a hand here." She glanced at her clipboard, searching for information.

Buffy sighed, realizing her mother's exhaustion and frustration. With ease, she grabbed the lid of the crate and effortlessly tore it off. "It was cheerleading," she revealed, looking at her mother.

"Cheerleading?" Joyce exclaimed, surprised by the revelation.

"Yeah," Buffy nodded, shrugging nonchalantly. "I thought I would try out. There are no rules against boys being cheerleaders, and other schools are letting boys do it. So why can't I?"

Joyce pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement. "You're right, why can't you? Besides, it'll keep you out of trouble."

"I'm not in trouble," Buffy groaned playfully, but her frustration dissipated as she realized her mother's intentions.

Joyce looked up from her clipboard, a hint of remorse in her eyes. "I'm sorry, dear. I didn't mean it like that," she apologized sincerely before returning to the crate and partially lifting out a statue. "Oh, dear."

"What?" Dawn inquired; her curiosity piqued.

"The fertility statue," Joyce explained, concern evident in her voice. "You two don't need to see it." She carefully placed the lid back on the crate and then refocused on her clipboard, walking out of the kitchen with a piece of art in her hands.

Buffy, intrigued by her mother's reaction, couldn't resist lifting the crate's lid slightly, her eyes widening with surprise. "Jeepers!"

"What is it?" Dawn asked once again, her curiosity getting the better of her.

"Mom's right," Buffy replied, meeting Dawn's gaze. "You don't need to see it."

March 18, 1997 – Tuesday

Sunnydale High School

In the gym, tryouts resumed, and as the girls gathered around, Joy, the leader, addressed them with determination. "Despite the terrible thing that happened yesterday we still have to pick new cheerleaders. If you make the team, you'll find your names posted in the quad after lunch. Let's begin with the group performance."

Buffy, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness, looked over at Amy, who seemed visibly anxious.

Amy turned to Buffy; her hands slightly trembling. "Why do my hands have to sweat when I get nervous?"

Buffy placed a reassuring hand on Amy's shoulder, offering support. "It's just a natural response, Amy. Don't worry, you'll do great. Believe in yourself."

Joy's voice echoed through the gym, raising the energy in the room. "Five, six, seven, eight!"

Buffy and the other girls began the chant, their voices filling the space. "Sunnydale! Sunnydale! We never fail! We never fail! Jump and Shoot! Swish and score! The other team is such a bore! Yeah!"

As the routine progressed, Amy attempted a cartwheel but accidentally crashed into Cordelia, causing her to stumble and fall. Cordelia quickly regained her composure, looking at Amy with a mix of frustration and disbelief. "You saw that, right? That wasn't me! You saw that, right?" She turned to the cheerleaders, seeking validation. "Right?"

Later, in the hallway, Amy stood by the trophy case, gazing at a picture with a mixture of longing and pride. Buffy approached her, curious about the picture that caught Amy's attention.

Amy smiled and pointed to a photograph. "That's my mom!"

Buffy's eyes widened in surprise as she read the inscription. "Catherine Madison. Wow!"

Amy's voice filled with pride as she shared her mother's achievements. "Her nickname was 'Catherine the Great.' She led the team to become tri-county champions. No one has accomplished that before or since. She and my dad were Homecoming King and Queen. They got married right after graduation."

"That's kind of romantic," Buffy admitted.

Amy's expression turned somber. "Well, he turned out to be a big loser. He never made any money and ran off with Miss Trailer Trash when I was twelve."

"Okay, that part's less romantic. My folks split up, too," Buffy sighed, empathizing with Amy's pain. She barely remembered when the fighting started it was not long after Dawn had been born. "I understand. My parents split up too."

"Well, he was a big loser. Never made any money. Ran off with Miss Trailer Trash when I was twelve," Amy continued, her voice tinged with bitterness. "He left my mom with nothing. But she managed to put herself through cosmetology school. She worked hard and bought me everything I ever wanted." She shook her head, a mix of admiration and sadness evident in her eyes. "And she never once gained a single pound."

Buffy moved closer to Amy, trying to offer support. "Amy, your mom sounds amazing, but you don't have to live up to her expectations. You're your own person."

Amy's voice quivered with vulnerability. "But she was the best, Buffy. I can't move my body like she did. I choked in there, so bad."

Buffy reached out, gently placing her hand on Amy's arm. "No, Amy, you did fine. Don't be too hard on yourself."

Amy's shoulders slumped, and she spoke with disappointment. "I'm going to get changed."

Buffy attempted to stop her, feeling the need to offer more encouragement. "Wait, Amy, don't..." But it was too late. Amy had already walked away.

Willow walked by, noticing the worried expressions on Amy's face. "Hey, Amy!" she greeted before looking at Buffy. "Is she okay?"

Buffy shook her head, concerned for Amy. "She's feeling uneasy about her mom, who was a cheerleader back in the day."

Willow's voice filled with empathy. "Yeah, her mom's kind of..." She trailed off.

"So, mommy dearest is really…Mommy Dearest?" Buffy questioned.

Willow nodded. "There's a bitter streak. But Amy's nice. We used to hang out in Junior High. Whenever her mom would go on a broth kick, Amy would come over to my house, and we'd stuff ourselves with brownies!"

They began walking down the hall together, their conversation shifting to another topic.

"Hey, any word on Amber?" Buffy asked, her worry still lingering.

Willow shook her head. "Nothing thrilling. Just an average student. Got detention once for smoking. Regular smoking...with a cigarette, not, like, being smoky," she clarified, causing Buffy to nod. "All pretty normal."

"So, we have to play the waiting game then. Let's hope nothing more happens," Buffy said.

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Later, outside, Willow and Xander strolled along the colonnade, the sun casting a warm glow on the surroundings. Willow couldn't contain her excitement as she shared news with Xander.

"I told Rutherford about Amber," Willow informed him, a sense of accomplishment evident in her voice.

"Cool! Oh, hey, they're posting the list!" Xander exclaimed, his eagerness leading him to dart off towards the bulletin board, hoping to catch a glimpse of the names chosen for the cheerleading squad.

As they approached the bulletin board, a crowd had already gathered, anticipation and anxiety filling the air. Buffy and Amy stood toward the back, their expressions filled with a mix of hope and apprehension. A girl nearby couldn't hold back her disappointment and hastily walked away, tears streaming down her face as her name was absent from the list.

Amy's nerves got the best of her, and she whispered anxiously to Buffy, "I can't take this."

Joy, the leader of the cheerleading squad, stepped away from the bulletin board after posting the list, her face revealing a mixture of satisfaction and disappointment.

Amidst the flurry of emotions, Lishanne's voice rang out with joy. "Yes!" She celebrated, having found her name on the list.

Xander, having made his way through the crowd, approached Buffy and Amy, determined to discover their fate. "Cover me, I'm goin' in," he jokingly remarked before squeezing his way through the crowd to scrutinize the list.

Cordelia emerged from the crowd, her tone laced with a mix of envy and begrudging acknowledgment. "You're lucky!" she told Amy.

Amy's eyes widened with anticipation. "I made it?"

"I made it!" Cordelia confirmed, her voice brimming with triumph before walking away.

Xander emerged from the crowd, slightly disheveled from the jostling. "One of those girls hit me really hard! You should test for steroids. Okay, not only did you make the team, but you, Rutherford, are the first alternate, and Amy's number three."

Amy's gaze shifted towards Buffy, disappointment etched on her face, before she turned and walked away.

"And what a better way to celebrate than going out to the Bronze…" Xander suggested looking at his friends.

"Xander, alternates are the ones who didn't make the team," Xander informed him. "They only fill in if something happens to the ones who did," Willow informed.

"Excuse me." Buffy hurriedly went after Amy, determined to offer support in this moment of defeat.

Meanwhile, Xander stood dejected, his spirits dampened. "For I am Xander, King of Cretins. May all lesser cretins bow before me," he muttered, his self-deprecating humor attempting to mask his disappointment.

Buffy caught up with Amy, her voice filled with empathy. "At least it's over. And you know what I think we should do about it? Brownie pig-out, my house, after school."

Amy's voice wavered with a mix of frustration and sadness. "It's just how many more hours a day can I practice? You know, how much more can I do? This would never happen to my mother. Never." With those words, she walked away, her steps heavy with disappointment.

Buffy watched Amy retreat, a pang of sympathy tugging at her heart.

Summers Home

Dawn sat on the edge of Buffy's bed, excitement dancing in her eyes. She couldn't wait to hear about the cheerleading tryout.

"So, Buffy, how did the second day of cheerleading tryouts go? " Dawn exclaimed, a mix of curiosity and anticipation in her voice.

Buffy's face lit up with a blend of pride and nervousness. She shifted on her feet, trying to find the right words to convey her emotions. Dawn's supportive nature made it easier for her to share.

"I made first alternate," Buffy replied, a soft smile tugging at her lips. "It was unexpected, to be honest."

Dawn's eyes widened with excitement. "That's amazing, Buffy! Congratulations! But... what does first alternate mean exactly?"

Buffy took a deep breath, her hands fidgeting slightly. "Well, it means that I didn't make the main cheerleading team, but I'll be the first one to step in if something happens to one of the cheerleaders."

Dawn nodded, absorbing the information. "So, you're like the backup cheerleader! That's still really cool, Buffy! You're part of the team!"

Buffy's smile grew wider, grateful for Dawn's enthusiasm. "Thanks, Dawn. It means a lot to me that you see it that way."

March 19, 1997 – Wednesday

Summers Home

In the kitchen, the morning sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow on the scene. Dawn sat at the island, her small frame perched on a barstool, happily munching on a bowl of cereal. She observed Buffy's movements with curiosity as the older sister prepared her breakfast.

As the toaster popped, Buffy deftly retrieved a half of a bagel, perfectly toasted and still warm. She carried it over to the island, joining Dawn in the cozy corner of the kitchen. Meanwhile, their mother, Joyce, entered the room, a yearbook in hand.

"Look what I found," Joyce exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. "It's my yearbook from junior year." She eagerly flipped through the pages until she found her own picture. Placing the book on the island, she went to pour herself a cup of coffee.

Buffy and Dawn leaned in to examine the picture, their eyes widening at Joyce's hairstyle. Buffy couldn't help but tease her mother, acknowledging her acceptance of Joyce's past experiences. "I've accepted that you've had sex," Buffy confessed, a playful smile on her face. "I am not ready to know that you had Farrah hair."

With a chuckle, Joyce corrected Buffy's assumption. "This is Gidget hair," she insisted, teasingly schooling her son on the intricacies of historical hairstyles.

Interrupting the lighthearted banter, Buffy turned her attention to Dawn, her protective instincts kicking in. "Do you want me to talk Dawn to school," she asked her mother.

"I was thinking," Joyce interjected, her voice thoughtful. "I know the cheerleading thing didn't work out… Maybe you should think about joining the yearbook staff, Rutherford."

"That's not Rutherford, Mom," Dawn replied knowing Buffy wasn't the kind of person that would ever being on the yearbook staff. She knew Buffy didn't want to be behind the camera but in front of it showing her brave face to the world.

"I was, uh, photo editor," Joyce continued. "I got to be on every page, made me look much more popular than I was."

Buffy, rummaging through the refrigerator, added her own input, "And have you seen the kids that do yearbook?" she queried, a note of playful teasing in her voice. "Nerds pick on them."

Joyce, taking offense to the comment, responded indignantly. "Some of the best times I had in school were working on the yearbook!"

Sensing her mother's slight irritation, Buffy decided to ease the tension and dropped the subject. She sighed, acknowledging her mother's suggestion. "I'll think about it," she conceded, grabbing her bag and preparing to leave. She turned to Dawn, extending an invitation. "Are you coming?"

"Yeah." Dawn nodded eagerly, finishing the last spoonful of her cereal and placing the bowl in the sink. The two sisters headed towards the door, ready to face the day together.

Streets of Sunnydale

In the quietude of their walk, the sunlight bathed the streets, casting a gentle glow upon Buffy and Dawn as they strolled side by side. The faint rustle of leaves harmonized with their footsteps, creating a serene melody that echoed their sisterly bond.

Dawn's brows furrowed in concern as she mustered the courage to broach a sensitive topic. "Buffy," she began, her voice filled with a mixture of curiosity and empathy. "Why haven't you told Mom yet?"

Buffy's eyes, a reflection of the vibrant world around them, glistened with a mixture of emotions. She exhaled softly, the weight of her truth pressing upon her heart. Memories of past disclosures tinged with trepidation resurfaced, shaping her response. "Do you remember when I told Mom and Dad that I was bi?" her voice quivered, revealing the vulnerability she carried within.

Dawn nodded, her eyes conveying understanding.

"That's why," Buffy confessed, her voice laced with a hint of melancholy. "I don't think I could go through that again, facing the uncertainty, the fear of rejection."

Sympathy enveloped Dawn as she enveloped her sister in a tender embrace, offering solace in their shared journey. "Is that why you tried out to be a cheerleader?" she inquired, seeking a glimpse into Buffy's motivations.

Buffy nodded, her gaze lingering on the path ahead. "Partly," she admitted, her voice carrying the weight of introspection. "You have it easier, Dawn. You were born in the body that matches who you are. You get to experience all the things that align with your identity... the joys, the challenges, everything."

Guilt flickered across Dawn's face, mirrored by her regretful tone. "I'm sorry, Buffy."

Buffy's tender smile illuminated her features, a radiant beacon of acceptance and understanding. "It's okay, Dawn," she reassured, her voice brimming with warmth. "One day, I'll be able to be myself too. It's all part of my journey, figuring out who I am as a girl, and finding the courage to live my truth."

Moved by her sister's unwavering support, Dawn leaned into the comforting embrace of Buffy's arm. Their bond transcended words as they shared a moment of profound connection. "You know, you never told me how you knew you were a girl," she said, her eyes seeking answers within Buffy's gaze.

Buffy's expression softened, a mix of nostalgia and contemplation. "It's hard to explain," she admitted, her voice carrying a tinge of wistfulness. "I just... know. It's a collection of little things, you know? It's in the way I think, the way I feel, and how I relate to the world around me."

Dawn's smile radiated unwavering support. "Well, I'm here for you every step of the way, Buffy. Whenever you're ready to share your truth with Mom, I'll be right there by your side, holding your hand."

Touched by her sister's unwavering commitment, Buffy's gratitude welled up within her. "Thank you, Dawn," she murmured, her voice brimming with emotion. "It means the world to me to have your love and support. When the time feels right, I'll gather the courage to have that conversation with Mom. Until then, I'll continue to embrace who I am and navigate this journey of self-discovery, knowing that you're there, walking alongside me."

Sunnydale High School

In the bustling school hallway, Cordelia passed by Willow and Xander in an uncharacteristic daze, her usual sharp wit dulled to a distant echo. Xander's confusion mingled with concern as he reached out, attempting to bridge the growing divide.

"Cordelia, you haven't been mean to me all day. Is it something I've done?" Xander's words hung in the air, unanswered, as Cordelia remained lost in her own world. Disheartened, he turned to Willow, seeking solace in her understanding presence. "Okay, see how she has no clue that I'm even a mammal, much less a human being?"

Willow released a soft sigh, removing the pen from her mouth, her eyes capturing the weight of the situation. As they strolled down the hall, she chewed on the pen absentmindedly, contemplating the complexities of their shared reality. "I see that," she acknowledged, her voice a gentle murmur. Her pen continued its rhythmic dance between her fingers, a physical manifestation of her contemplation. "It's like being part of the scenery, isn't it? Like an old shoe or a rug that you walk on every day, but don't even really see it."

The pen was momentarily released from Willow's grasp as she spoke, emphasizing her point, a metaphorical parallel to the invisible struggles Xander grappled with. Xander's confusion persisted, his frustration seeping through his words.

"Will, yeah, that is the point," Xander interjected, a touch of exasperation lacing his tone. "You don't have to drive it through my head like a railroad spike."

Interrupting their shared moment, Buffy emerged from a nearby classroom, her presence bringing a fresh perspective. She joined Willow and Xander, her gaze focused on Cordelia's distant form. "Is that even Cordelia's locker?" she questioned; her curiosity piqued as she observed Cordelia's disconnected behavior.

Confusion clouded Xander's expression, his attention shifting to Cordelia's locker. "Huh? I don't know," he admitted, momentarily lost in his own thoughts.

Sensing a deeper urgency, Buffy swiftly made her decision. "I have to, um... You don't mind, do you?" With a swift exchange, she handed Xander her book, silently urging him to understand, and set off after Cordelia's retreating figure. The pursuit of answers guided her steps.

As Buffy stepped out into the open air, her eyes scanning the surroundings, she caught sight of Cordelia and hastened her pace, determined to bridge the gap between them.

Meanwhile, Mr. Pole, the Driver's Ed. Teacher, stood with growing impatience, waiting for Cordelia to join the lesson. Finally, Cordelia approached, her presence evoking a mix of reluctance and disorientation.

"Nice of you to join us, Cordelia," Mr. Pole remarked, his voice laced with a tinge of sarcasm. "We didn't keep you waiting or anything, did we? It's your turn to drive." His gaze shifted to the rest of the students. "Okay, people, let's buckle up."

Cordelia circled the front of the car, her hesitance palpable. "I don't want to drive today, Mr. Pole," she muttered, her voice trembling with uncertainty.

"You've flunked Driver's Ed. twice already," Mr. Pole admonished, his tone firm. "Show me some moves, or you'll be taking the bus to college." With a resolute air, he climbed into the car, expecting Cordelia to follow suit.

Buffy, hidden from their view, observed the unfolding scene with growing concern. She watched as Cordelia reluctantly entered the vehicle, her disoriented state casting a shadow over her abilities.

"Hello? Put the car in drive," Mr. Pole's voice pierced the tense silence, urging Cordelia forward.

Struggling to find her bearings, Cordelia wrestled with the shifting lever, her movements fraught with confusion.

"Let's move forward through the cones with a gentle even turn to the..." Mr. Pole's instructions were abruptly interrupted as Cordelia's lack of control became evident.

The car jolted backward, crashing into signs and halting abruptly. Cordelia, determined to correct her mistake, finally shifted the car into drive. But her control remained elusive as the vehicle raced forward, leaving a trail of burnt rubber behind.

"Slow down. Slow, slow, turn right! Turn right!" Mr. Pole's urgent commands fell on deaf ears as Cordelia's panic escalated.

Helplessly witnessing the chaos unfold, Buffy knew she had to act. With swift determination, she began running after the careening car, her instincts driven by the desire to avert disaster.

"Brakes! Brakes!" Mr. Pole's desperate voice echoed through the chaos as the car plowed through cones and signs, leaving destruction in its wake. The harrowing ride reached its climax as the car crashed through a fence and bushes, hurtling onto the street, where it screeched to a sudden halt.

With adrenaline still coursing through her veins, Mr. Pole sprang into action. "Everybody out!" he said urging everyone to evacuate the vehicle. They stumbled out, dazed and disoriented. Cordelia, in a state of shock, walked aimlessly into the middle of the street.

A delivery van barreled toward them, Cordelia turned to look at the van and terrified scream escaped her throat. Reacting swiftly, Buffy leaped over the Driver's Ed. car, grabbing Cordelia and pulling her to safety just as the van narrowly missed them.

Collapsed on the ground, Buffy's eyes widened in horror as she finally took in Cordelia's transformed appearance. Cordelia's eyes, once vibrant and expressive, now stared back at Buffy, devoid of their irises, completely white.

"Oh, my God, I... I can't see anything!" Cordelia wailed, her voice trembling with fear and confusion.

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In the dimly lit library, the Scooby Gang huddled around the table, their faces etched with determination. Giles, the epitome of scholarly wisdom, held the key to their predicament. His voice carried a hint of excitement as he unraveled the puzzle before them. "Witchcraft. Blinding your enemy to disorient and disable them is, it's classic!"

Xander, the ever-quick wit, couldn't resist injecting a touch of humor into the situation. "First vampires, now witches. No wonder you can still afford a house in Sunnydale."

Giles refocused the discussion, his brows furrowed with concern. "But why would someone want to harm Cordelia?"

Willow, her mind brimming with ideas, offered a possible explanation. "Maybe because they've had the misfortune of meeting her?"

Buffy's laughter danced through the air, a momentary respite from the tension that enveloped them.

Willow's audacity surprised even herself. "Did I really just say that?"

Curiosity sparked in Buffy's eyes as she redirected the conversation. "And what about Amber? Why was she set ablaze?"

In the dimly lit library, the Scooby Gang huddled around the table, their faces etched with determination. Giles, the epitome of scholarly wisdom, held the key to their predicament. His voice carried a hint of excitement as he unraveled the puzzle before them. "Witchcraft, my friends. Blinding spells are a classic tactic used to disorient and disable one's enemies."

Xander, the ever-quick wit, couldn't resist injecting a touch of humor into the situation. "First vampires, now witches. No wonder you can still afford a house in Sunnydale."

Giles refocused the discussion, his brows furrowed with concern. "But why would someone want to harm Cordelia?"

Willow, her mind brimming with ideas, offered a possible explanation. "Maybe because they've had the misfortune of meeting her?"

Buffy's laughter danced through the air, a momentary respite from the tension that enveloped them. Willow's audacity surprised even herself. "Did I really just say that?"

Curiosity sparked in Buffy's eyes as she redirected the conversation. "And what about Amber? Why was she set ablaze?"

"Yeah, those guys don't hang..." Xander agreed.

Buffy interjected with her insight. "They're both cheerleaders."

Giles connected the dots, his voice tinged with intrigue. "So, someone doesn't like cheerleading."

Buffy concurred, contemplating the depths of the situation. "Or perhaps they like it a bit too much..."

"Amy!" Willow's realization burst forth; her voice filled with urgency.

"Amy!" Buffy echoed, the weight of suspicion settling upon them.

Xander joined the discussion, trying to make sense of their deductions. "So, you guys think Amy is behind all of this?"

Buffy nodded, her gaze firm and resolute. "She's desperate to get on that team, and I've got this feeling she'd do just about anything to make her mom's dream come true."

Giles, acknowledging Buffy's instincts, reflected on their past successes. He had instructed her to trust her judgment. And she had been right when she had discovered Jesse had been turned. However, the idea of resorting to witchcraft for the sake of cheerleading both surprised and concerned him. "Let me make sure I have this right... This witch is casting disfiguring spells just to become a cheerleader?"

Buffy's thoughts drifted to her own struggles, her mother's expectations, and the pressure to conform. She shared a vulnerable moment with Giles, revealing her own experiences. "I think you're underestimating the pressure parents can exert, Giles."

"Cheerleading was kind of her mom's last hurrah." Willow chimed in.

"Look, we still have to stop Amy." Xander stated. "We should grab her and..."

Giles nodded, understanding the complexities beneath the surface. "I think we should be sure she's the witch before we arouse her suspicions. She's capable of some fairly unpleasant things."

Buffy rose from her seat, a sense of urgency guiding her actions. "Agreed. So, you're desperate to make the team and please your mom, so you turn to witchcraft. What's the first thing you're going to do?"

Willow's eyes lit up with realization, and she turned to the nearby computer, her fingers dancing across the keyboard. "Check out books on witchcraft! We can search the online library catalog."

Xander, panic setting in, expressed his objection. "Uh, no! No, that would be the last thing you would do! You don't want to leave a paper trail. Forget that!"

Willow persisted; her determination unwavering. "Just give me a minute. It'll be quick."

Xander, unable to contain his worry, shifted his focus to Buffy. "We don't have a minute. Cheerleaders are in danger. Rutherford is in danger. You were the first alternate; you are on the team now that Cordelia's out. You could be next. We got to get you to a safe house."

Willow's plea to Xander went unheard as she discovered a crucial clue on the monitor. "Witches: Historic Roots to Modern Practice, checked out by Alexander Harris."

Buffy, joining in the revelation, read aloud from the screen. "'The Pagan Rites,' checked out by Alexander..."

"Alright, alright, it's not what you think," Xander remarked with embarrassment.

"You like to look at the semi-nude engravings?" Buffy teased him with a knowing smirk. "Don't worry, Xander. I have my own stash at home." Though in reality her stash was not for sexual purposes like it might be for Xander. While yes, she was attracted to both boys and girls, that was not why she had those magazines. It was part of her dysphoria, the ever-present reminder of being born in the wrong body and wishing she looked like the girls in those magazines

Giles interrupted the banter, reminding them of their objective. " Have you all quite finished? We must find a conclusive test. There may be something in here..." He perused the pages of a musty book. "Yes, this should suffice. You'll need a strand of her hair, a bit of quicksilver, and some aqua fortis."

Willow, ever the helpful researcher, provided a practical solution. "Oh, that's just mercury and nitric acid. We can find those in the science lab."

Giles continued reading from the book. "'Heat the ingredients and apply them to the witch. If a spell has been cast within the past 48 hours, the witch's skin will turn blue.' Hmm." He closed the book, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "And you'll need some Eye of Newt."

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In the bustling science classroom, Dr. Gregory, a bespectacled and enthusiastic teacher, held a frog aloft, capturing the attention of his students. The room was filled with the mingling scents of chemicals and anticipation as the dissection and experimentation unfolded.

"Those of you in track one may begin your dissections... now," Dr. Gregory announced, gesturing toward the eager students ready to wield their scalpels. The room buzzed with a mix of anticipation and slight apprehension.

Simultaneously, Xander, sporting a determined expression, struggled with delicate precision to extract the frog's eye using a pair of tweezers. The atmosphere was a blend of excitement and mild chaos as classmates engaged in their assigned tasks.

Dr. Gregory's voice rose above the commotion, guiding the students in track two through their experiment. "Those of you in track two, take your hydrochloric acid and your ammonium hydroxide, and carefully pour them into your beakers." He expertly demonstrated by pouring the liquids into a beaker, capturing everyone's attention.

Amidst the ongoing instructions, Xander's battle with the frog's eye continued, his frustrations audible. "I can't," he confessed, relinquishing his attempt.

In a moment of swift action, Willow intervened, deftly seized the frog and successfully extracted its eye. "Eye of Newt!"

Dr. Gregory's voice carried on, emphasizing safety measures. "Now, slow, slow... capping one, I'm being safe." His guidance echoed throughout the room as students diligently followed his instructions.

"How's Rutherford doing with the hair?" Xander asked as he and Willow looked toward Buffy who covertly approached Amy.

"Isn't this exciting!" Lishanne said to Buffy as she passed.

"Oh, yeah!" Buffy agreed before turning toward Amy. "Amy, help me. Um, which is the hydrochloric acid and which is the, uh, ammonium hydroxide?" she asked, disguising her true intent.

"Well, the bottle that says 'hydrochloric acid' is usually the hydrochloric acid."

"Read the bottles. Good concept!" Buffy laughed nervously and dropped her pencil. "Oops." She crouched down to pick up the pencil. She strategically collected a strand of her hair from Amy's brush. As she stood up, she tried to pretend like nothing had happened. She returned to her own lab table, surreptitiously depositing the hair onto Willow's bench. Willow picked up the hair and mixed it into the potion.

Amy glanced back, curiosity etched on her face, "Wave hi to the nice little witch!" Xander whispered as he and Willow exchanged nervous glances.

Willow took the beaker and poured some of the liquid into a test tube. "All set." She handed the test tube to Buffy. "Do you have a plan?"

"Spill it on her. Try 'n' make it look natural," Buffy replied. Armed with the test tube containing the hair-infused concoction, she approached Amy with cautious determination.

As the experiment progressed, Dr. Gregory directed a question to Lishanne, hoping for an insightful response. "Lishanne, can you tell me why these chemicals have this reaction?"

Buffy seized the opportunity, pouring a small amount of the blue-tinted liquid onto Amy's arm, feigning an unintended spill.

"Lishanne?" Dr. Gregory repeated.

The room fell momentarily silent, all eyes trained on Lishanne.

"Are you…Oh, my God!" Dr. Gregory exclaimed in shock, his astonishment mirrored by Amy and the bewildered gaze of Lishanne.

Buffy's gaze shifted between them, realization dawning upon her as she witnessed the mind-bending revelation of Lishanne's missing mouth, replaced by unblemished skin. The room was filled with a palpable mix of awe and astonishment, leaving Buffy and her friends stunned by the inexplicable and unsettling events unfolding before them.

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In the bustling school hallway, Buffy, Willow, and Xander huddled together, their faces etched with a mixture of concern and curiosity. The echoes of passing students reverberated against the lockers, creating a vibrant backdrop for their conversation.

"Did you see?" Xander's voice carried a hint of excitement and disbelief. "Amy was as freaked out as the rest of us."

Willow's brows furrowed in contemplation as she processed the information. "So, it's not her?"

Buffy's expression grew serious, her eyes reflecting a sense of responsibility. "The test was positive! She's the witch. That said I'm not sure if she realizes what she's doing."

A thoughtful silence enveloped the trio as they grappled with the best course of action. Willow, her voice laced with empathy, proposed a solution. "Well, should we talk to her?"

Buffy considered Willow's suggestion; her gaze fixated on a distant point. After a moment of contemplation, she shook her head, her determination evident. "I think we should talk to her mother."

March 20, 1997 – Thursday

Summers Home

The morning light gently filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on Buffy's peaceful sleeping form. As the minutes ticked away, the alarm clock on her bedside table blared its shrill wake-up call, shattering the tranquility of the room. Stirring from her slumber, Buffy's hand shot out, guided by instinct, and struck the alarm clock with force. The impact was enough to send shards of plastic flying, scattering across the floor.

Buffy blinked in surprise, momentarily taken aback by her own strength. "Oh! Oops!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of astonishment and amusement.

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In the bustling kitchen, the aroma of freshly squeezed orange juice wafted through the air as Joyce skillfully operated the citrus press. The morning sunlight cascaded through the windows, casting a warm glow on the cheerful scene.

Amidst the clinking of glasses and the melody of Joyce's actions, Buffy pranced into the room, her movements light and carefree. Donning her vibrant cheerleader outfit, she swayed and twirled, her voice echoing with an unsteady cadence. "Macho, macho, man! I want to be a macho man. Macho... Oh, hey, juice!" With a lighthearted skip, she seized a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice and eagerly took a sip. Her speech slurred slightly as she exclaimed, "Mm... Quality juice. Not from concentrate!"

Joyce's gaze flickered with a mix of amusement and concern as she observed Buffy's spirited demeanor. "You're in a good mood," she remarked, her tone tinged with curiosity.

A mischievous grin adorned Buffy's face as she swayed in response. "I am! I'm on the squad, which is great, because I feel like cheering and leading others to cheer. Ooh, hey, juice!" Without missing a beat, she reached for Dawn's glass and took another indulgent sip, oblivious to the slight confusion it caused.

Dawn's eyebrows knitted together as she protested, "Bu... Rutherford, that was my orange juice."

Buffy playfully ruffled her sister's hair, a hint of a giggle escaping her lips. "Sorry, Dawnie," she replied, her words slightly slurred.

Joyce's gaze shifted back and forth between her children; concern etched on her features. "Listen, honey, about yesterday, I really..." Her voice trailed off, attempting to address a pressing matter.

"Mm! That is totally yester," Buffy interjected, her words overlapping Joyce's. She waved her hand dismissively.

"Still, I just want you to know that, despite the problems you've had, I really..."

Buffy cut off her mother's words, her speech taking an unexpected turn. "Mom, you just don't get it. And, believe me, you don't want it. Y'know, there are just some things about being trans…"

"Rutherford is just being funny, Mom," Dawn interjected hurriedly, shooting Buffy a quick glance.

Concern etched deeper into Joyce's face as she questioned, "Rutherford, are you feeling well?" Her worry was palpable, her motherly instincts on high alert.

Buffy's eyes widened momentarily, her speech becoming more animated as she struggled to reassure her mother. "What? Oh, I'm, I'm fine, y'know? What, like, I can't be in a good mood? Is it, like, a new house rule? Fine, y'know? It's just fine, fine, fine, because..." She abruptly broke into song, her voice wobbling in an unsteady melody. "I'm a macho, macho man! I want to be a macho man!" Her head bopped along with the rhythm. "Macho, macho man!" With a spirited flourish, she exited the kitchen, her fading voice still chanting, "I want to be a macho man!"

As the room fell into a momentary silence, Dawn turned to her mother, seeking guidance. "Are you taking me to school, or am I walking with Rutherford?" she inquired, her voice tinged with a mix of confusion and concern.

Joyce sighed softly; her eyes fixated on the door through which Buffy had just disappeared. "Go ahead and go with your brother," she responded, her voice filled with a mix of apprehension and determination.

Streets of Sunnydale

"Buffy, is everything alright?" Dawn's voice carried a note of worry as she cast a concerned gaze at her older sister. The two siblings strolled down the sunlit street, their home fading into the distance.

A slight sway accompanied Buffy's steps, her cheerful humming mingling with the sounds of passing cars. Her demeanor was relaxed, almost carefree, but there was a subtle unsteadiness to her movements. "Of course, I am," she replied with a hint of a slurred speech, her mind still echoing the song she had sung in the kitchen.

Dawn's brow furrowed deeper, her concern deepening as she observed Buffy's behavior. "I'm not so sure, Buffy. You just almost revealed you were transgender to mom," she pointed out, her voice laced with worry and caution.

Buffy's gaze flickered briefly towards Dawn, her eyes glimmering with a mix of emotions. "Maybe it's time," she stated, her words carrying a hint of defiance and resolution.

Dawn's apprehension grew as she grappled with the weight of Buffy's decision. The complexities of their family dynamics and the reasons behind keeping the secret weighed heavily on her mind. "Maybe," she reluctantly conceded, her voice a mixture of understanding and uncertainty.

Sunnydale High School

Later that day in the gym during cheerleading practice, the energy was high as Buffy found herself positioned next to Joy in the lineup. The music blared, fueling the enthusiasm of the cheerleaders as they launched into their routine for the upcoming game.

"Five, six, seven, eight!" Joy's voice echoed loudly, setting the rhythm for the synchronized movements. Buffy couldn't contain her excitement and blurted out, "Turn up the music!" Her words slightly slurred.

The routine progressed, but as Buffy's coordination faltered, she accidentally stomped on Joy's foot. Pain shot through Joy, causing her to cry out in frustration. Xander and Willow entered the gym, their arrival catching Buffy's bleary-eyed attention. "Willow! Xander! My buds are here! I love my buds! Hi!" she exclaimed, her jubilant energy contrasting with the confused gazes of those around her. Realizing her mistake, she sheepishly shuffled back into line, hoping to salvage the practice.

Observing Buffy's erratic behavior, Xander couldn't help but voice his concern to Willow. "Is it me, or is Rutherford a bit looped?" His words dripped with worry as they watched the cheerleaders perform a series of cartwheels.

Willow's brow furrowed, her anxiety mounting as she watched Buffy's actions. "We better get him out of there," she suggested, understanding the need to intervene before someone got hurt.

Xander agreed, his apprehension clear. "Yeah, before he..." His words trailed off as Buffy's misplaced aerial resulted in Joy crashing into the gym wall. He completed his sentence, "...hurts someone."

As Joy regained her footing, Buffy rushed over, a mixture of confusion and enthusiasm on her face. "Did I do that?" she asked, slurring her speech.

Annoyed Joy pushed Buffy away. "I knew it was wrong to let a boy on the team. You are so out of here!" she declared; her anger fueled by the chaotic situation.

Willow and Xander quickly intervened, each grabbing one of Buffy's arms to restrain her. "It's not his fault!" Willow pleaded, hoping to defend Buffy's actions.

Xander attempted to diffuse the situation, hoping an explanation would help. "He's on medication," he offered, hoping it would provide some justification for Buffy's loopy behavior.

Buffy's reaction was immediate and indignant. "What?" she screeched, her voice a mixture of surprise and frustration.

Joy remained unconvinced, scoffing at the explanation. "Well, obviously not enough. Who's our next alternate?" She glanced at Amy, immediately deciding to replace Buffy. "Oh. Amy, you just made cheerleader."

Protesting against the decision, Buffy tried to warn them about Amy, but Xander quickly covered her mouth, muffling her words. "A wise choice indeed!" he chimed in, nervously exchanging glances with Willow.

Amy watched the scene unfold with a puzzled expression.

Supported by Willow and Xander, Buffy stumbled out of the gym and into the hallway. "She's a witchy!" Buffy managed to finish her earlier statement, her words slurred and unsteady.

Concern etched on Willow's face as she turned to Xander. "Rutherford…"

"I just got kicked off the team, didn't I?" Buffy asked.

"I don't think it was your fault," Xander offered supportively.

"Hmm, I know you don't, that's 'cause you're my friend. You're my Xander-shaped friend!" Buffy said as she smiled at Xander.

"We got to get him to Giles," Willow suggest as Xander nodded in agreement.

Buffy leaned her head on Xander's shoulder, feeling a wave of dizziness overwhelm her. "Oh! I don't feel so good," she confessed, her words tinged with vulnerability.

Worry deepened in Willow's eyes as she watched Buffy's condition worsen. "Rutherford?" she called out, fearing the worst.

Before their eyes, Buffy collapsed into their arms, her body giving in to the effects of whatever was happening to her.

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In the library, Buffy reclined in a chair, visibly affected by her current state. A cold cloth rested on her forehead, held in place by Willow's supporting hand. Concern etched on their faces; they realized the severity of Buffy's condition. "We've got to get him to a hospital!" Willow exclaimed; her voice laced with urgency.

Giles, ever the knowledgeable figure, assessed the situation, his tone grave. "They can't help him. This is a bloodstone vengeance spell," he explained, his focus on checking Buffy's pulse. "It hits the body hard, akin to consuming a quart of alcohol, and then it systematically destroys the immune system."

Xander's confusion mingled with worry as he sought clarification. "A vengeance spell? Like she's trying to get even with Rutherford?"

In a whisper, Buffy's words escaped her lips, directed more towards herself. "Dawnie was right," she murmured, her voice tinged with regret.

Curiosity piqued, Willow inquired, "Who is Dawnie?"

Giles provided an answer, his attention divided between Buffy's deteriorating state and the unfolding situation. "Dawn Summers is Rutherford's younger sister, Rutherford told me her nickname is Dawnie. Dawn must have noticed her brother's strange behavior this morning."

Buffy affirmed Giles' statement; her voice laced with apprehension. "She did, and now Amy..."

Giles paused, grappling with the weight of his words. "The others she just wanted out of the running. But you… she intends to…" He hesitated, reluctant to vocalize the chilling truth.

Buffy's resolute tone filled the silence. "Kill," she finished his sentence, the gravity of the situation sinking in.

Willow sought answers, her voice tinged with urgency. "How much time do we have?"

Giles stumbled over his words, wrestling with the grim reality. "Oh, uh, I'm sure, uh..."

Buffy pleaded for honesty. "Truth, please."

Giles mustered the courage to respond. "A couple of hours... Three at most." The reality of the situation hit him hard, not solely because Buffy was a Slayer, but because of who she was as a transgender individual.

Concerned and determined, Xander asked the pressing question. "Well, how do we reverse the spell?"

Giles stood up, removing his glasses and rubbing his weary eyes. "Well, I've been researching that… If I can just get my hands on Amy's spell book…" His voice trailed off; weariness evident in his words.

Willow voiced the concern they all shared. "And if we can't get a hold of it?"

Giles's response was direct, devoid of any sentiment. "Well, the alternative is to decapitate the witch," he stated matter-of-factly, adjusting his glasses as he spoke.

Xander raised his hand in a half-hearted jest. "Show of hands!"

Buffy interjected, her empathy for Amy apparent. "It's not Amy's fault. She only turned to witchcraft to survive her mother."

Xander's focus shifted back to the immediate concern. "Look, I don't care why; I just care that you keep breathing," he emphasized, emphasizing his unwavering support.

Turning her attention to Giles, Buffy sought crucial information. "Giles, where would she be casting these spells?"

Giles fumbled through the answer, his mind occupied. "She would need a sacred space, a pentagram, a large pot..."

Realization dawned on Buffy. "Her home. Okay, help me up," she requested, Xander and Willow rushing to her aid. "We'll go to her house and get her book."

Willow expressed her readiness to assist. "Okay, we'll go with you."

Buffy quickly dismissed the offer, taking charge of the situation. "No, you guys stay here and keep an eye on Amy," she instructed, her determination unwavering.

Giles took Buffy from Xander and Willow, cradling her in his arms. "And keep her away from the science lab. We'll need it to perform our counter-spells," he added, before departing the library, carrying Buffy with him.

Willow and Xander exchanged worried glances, the weight of the impending danger sinking in. Xander sighed, the gravity of the situation palpable.

Streets of Sunnydale

As Giles drove towards the Madison home, the darkened evening cast an eerie shadow over the car. Buffy slumped in the passenger seat, her movements unsteady and her speech slightly slurred, a result of the potent vengeance spell coursing through her veins. The effects of the spell intertwined with her vulnerability as a transgender girl, intensifying her fears and stripping away her inhibitions. In this state of blurred reality, she found herself opening up to Giles in a way she hadn't before.

"G-Giles," Buffy hiccupped, her voice trembling with fear and uncertainty. "Wh-what if I don't make it out of this alive, huh?"

Giles stole a worried glance at her, his brow furrowing with deep concern. Adjusting his grip on the steering wheel, he struggled to navigate the conversation amidst the haze of Buffy's slurred words. "Now, Buffy," he began cautiously, his voice laced with a mix of trepidation and resolve, "let us focus on the task at hand. Your safety, above all, is of utmost importance."

Buffy let out a tipsy giggle, her eyes shimmering with a glaze of intoxication and vulnerability. "Yeah, yeah, safety first and all. But, Giles, what if, when it's all said and done, they only remember me as... a b-bloody boy?"

Giles furrowed his brow, his mind racing to make sense of Buffy's fragmented words. He understood the weight of her fears, the burden she carried as a transgender girl. Despite the challenging circumstances, he sought to offer her solace and reassurance.

"Buffy, your true identity is indelible," Giles insisted, his voice heavy with sympathy. "Both Dawn and I see you for the incredible girl you are, and that truth will not be erased or forgotten."

Buffy's giggles faded into tears, an emotional concoction born from the intoxicating effects of the spell and the profound struggle she faced within herself. "But what if... what if you and Dawn forget? What if the memories fade, and I'm lost in your minds as someone I'm not?"

Giles sighed, his heart heavy with the weight of Buffy's vulnerability. He recognized the spell's amplification of her fears, blurring the lines between reality and fear. Yet, he was determined to provide solace, even as her words slurred together.

"No one, not Dawn, nor I, will ever forget you, Buffy," Giles assured her, his voice tinged with both sorrow and determination. "You have left an indelible mark on our lives, shaping our journeys and making a profound difference. Your true self will be etched in our memories forever, I promise you."

Buffy hiccupped, seeking solace against the cool glass of the car window. "I don't want to be f-forgotten, Giles. I want to be remembered... as the girl I am."

The weight of her plea settled upon Giles, intertwining with his own commitment to protect and guide her. With steady hands on the wheel, he understood the gravity of the favor she was about to ask.

As the car moved through the night, Buffy turned her gaze towards Giles, her eyes shimmering with gratitude and vulnerability. In a whisper, she made her request.

"Giles, should the worst come to pass," Buffy's voice quivered, her vulnerability laid bare, "if I... if I don't make it, I ask of you a favor. Please, be the one to tell Dawn, and... and look after her. She'll need someone to guide her through the darkness."

Giles met her gaze, his own eyes filled with unwavering commitment. He nodded, a silent vow passing between them.

"Of course, Buffy," he replied, his voice steady and resolute. "Should that unfortunate moment ever arise, I will be there for Dawn, as her guardian and protector. You have my word."

With their unspoken agreement hanging in the air, Giles continued to drive, his heart heavy with the weight of Buffy's plea.

Madison Home

Giles' old Citroen pulled up at the curb of the Madison home. Inside the car, the air was heavy with the scent of the spell-induced intoxication. Buffy, affected by the vengeance spell, appeared disoriented and unsteady. Meanwhile, Catherine sat in the living room, a plate of brownies on her lap, unaware of the imminent disruption about to unfold.

As Giles helped Buffy out of the car and approached the front door, Catherine, caught off guard, quickly hid the plate of brownies under the coffee table and hastily got up to answer the door. Giles knocked, and Catherine, slightly flustered, opened it. Her expression shifted from surprise to wariness.

"Who are you? Wha-um, uh, is there something wrong?" Catherine stammered, her eyes flickering with concern.

"Mrs. Madison, we need to talk to you about your daughter," Giles responded, his tone carrying a sense of urgency.

"I'm not allowed... You'll have to come back later," Catherine replied, attempting to close the door. However, Giles intervened, preventing her from shutting him out as he pushed his way inside.

"Excuse me," Giles said, maintaining his English politeness even in this tense situation.

"What?" Catherine's confusion deepened as Giles persisted with his entrance.

Giles turned his attention to Buffy, his primary concern. "You alright?" he asked, searching the room for a suitable place to seat her. "Um, in here." He led Buffy into the living room. Turning back to Catherine, he continued, his tone now laced with frustration. "Your daughter is meddling with something very dangerous. Are you aware of that?" He guided Buffy to sit on the couch, her dazed state apparent.

"I… I don't know what you're talking about," Catherine responded, her voice tinged with unease.

"Oh, I think you know only too well," Giles retorted, his frustration growing more pronounced.

"You've got to go. She's going to be home soon, and you..." Catherine pleaded, attempting to regain control of the situation.

Giles interrupted, his anger momentarily clouding his words, forgetting to use male pronouns for Buffy. "This girl is very sick," he declared, the truth about Buffy's gender identity slipping out unintentionally.

Catherine raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued by Giles' use of female pronouns to refer to Buffy.

"Now you will shut up, and you will listen to me!" Giles continued, his voice commanding attention. "Your daughter has access to some very powerful magics, and somehow your obsession with cheerleading has made..."

Catherine interjected; her disbelief evident. "I don't care about cheerleading! It's not my fault she's doing stuff," she replied, her frustration and helplessness seeping through her words. Meanwhile, Buffy's attention shifted to the plate of brownies, her hazy mind beginning to make connections.

"As her mother, you should assume some responsibility for her actions," Giles pressed on, his tone softening with sympathy.

Catherine laughed bitterly, a mix of resignation and despair. "Well, you know, these kids today! I..." Her voice trailed off as she regained some composure. "She's out of her mind. Ever since dad, her dad... left, I can't control her."

"You're afraid of her?" Giles questioned, his voice gentle and understanding.

"Amy?" Buffy suddenly interjected, her speech slurred but filled with a glimmer of recognition as she slowly rose to her feet.

Catherine looked at Buffy, her eyes meeting Buffy's in a moment of revelation. Meanwhile, Giles, puzzled, tried to piece the puzzle together.

"Are you Amy?" Buffy questioned, her gaze fixed on Catherine, as the pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place.

Giles shifted his gaze between Buffy and Catherine, the realization gradually taking hold. "I don't understand..."

"She switched!" Buffy exclaimed, her voice filled with both certainty and a hint of longing. She peered at Catherine, her eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and a fleeting thought of what it would be like to inhabit someone else's body. But she quickly dismissed the idea, knowing deep down that she wouldn't feel any more like a girl in someone else's body than she currently did in her own.

Catherine looked down, defeated, her secret now exposed.

And then, in a moment of clarity, the truth dawned on Giles. "Good Lord!"

"She wanted to relive her glory days," Buffy stated.

Catherine looked back up, her facade crumbling. "She said I was wasting my youth. So, she took it."

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With the reveal that Amy was inhabiting Catherine's body, Catherine/Amy appeared visibly distraught. The effects of the body-switching spell were taking their toll on her emotions, and her voice quivered with a mix of fear and regret. "I didn't know anything about her powers. I mean, when dad was here, they would fight and yell, and he would... call her a witch, and… I… I just thought he meant… Oh, God, when he left, I wanted to go with him. But she wouldn't even let me call. She went crazy. I mean, she'd lock herself upstairs for days, and she was always coming down on me, telling me I didn't deserve to have it so easy, and that I didn't know... how hard it was to be her. And… I guess she showed me, huh?"

Buffy, despite the haze created by the vengeance spell, reached out and gently took Amy's hand, offering a reassuring touch. "Amy, it's going to be okay. We'll figure this out together."

Tears welled up in Catherine/Amy's eyes as she continued her emotional confession. "A few months ago, I woke up in her… her bed! I didn't know where I was, and… then I looked in the mirror…"

Giles, his mind sharp despite Buffy's current state, sought more details to unravel the mystery. "She locked herself upstairs?" he inquired, his voice laced with concern and determination.

"Yes," Amy replied, her voice barely audible.

"Where?" Giles pressed on, determined to find the answers they needed.

"The attic," Catherine/Amy replied.

Without wasting any time, Giles hurried up the stairs. He forcefully broke down the door to the attic, his determination leading the way. He entered the dimly lit space, scanning the surroundings as Catherine/Amy hurriedly followed him, attempting to dissuade him from further exploration. "Don't! If she finds out I've been here, she'll kill me!"

Undeterred, Giles marched forward, his eyes immediately drawn to a rack adorned with hanging dolls. Stepping closer, he examined the two dolls bound together, a chilling realization washing over him. With a mix of awe and shock, he reached out and took the dolls into his hands. "My God!" he whispered, his breath escaping in a hushed exhale. "I believe we can reverse your mother's spell. Well, all of them, in fact." He released the dolls, their significance sinking in.

A glimmer of hope ignited in Amy's eyes as she processed Giles' words. "You could? Really, you could?"

Giles nodded; his gaze filled with determination. "We need to find her books. There would be specific volumes she'd need for this kind of casting," he explained, already mentally mapping out their next course of action. With renewed vigor, he continued to search the attic, his eyes scouring the surroundings for any signs of the dark magic that had ensnared them. His gaze landed on a trunk, covered with various items. Swiftly, he knocked off the objects that obscured it. "Collect those dolls, and, uh, any other personal effects," he instructed Amy, his voice brimming with urgency.

As Giles prepared to open the trunk, a black cat suddenly leaped at him, surprising him in his focused state. "Ah! Nice kitty..." he muttered, taking a moment to regain his composure. With a deep breath, he steadied himself. "Let's see what you were guarding." With a mixture of curiosity and trepidation, he opened the trunk, revealing its hidden contents. His eyes widened in exhilaration. "Ah, yes! This is it," he exclaimed, triumphantly pulling out a book from the trunk.

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Buffy's voice wavered as she tried to make sense of the situation, her speech slurred and movements unsteady due to the lingering effects of the vengeance spell. "Did we find?" she managed to inquire, her eyes struggling to focus as Giles and Catherine/Amy made their way back down the stairs.

Giles met Buffy's gaze with a mixture of concern and determination. "We found," he replied, his voice filled with a quiet assurance. He approached Buffy, extending a supportive hand to help her rise from the couch. As he reached her side, he immediately noticed her weakened state, her body growing frailer with each passing moment.

"But where are you going?" Catherine/Amy's voice quivered with a mix of confusion and worry, her eyes darting between Giles and Buffy.

"We're going to school," Giles stated firmly, his resolve unyielding. He glanced down at Buffy, realizing that she was too weak to walk on her own. Without hesitation, he scooped her up into his arms, cradling her gently. "And you're coming with us," he added, his voice laced with determination.

Catherine/Amy stood there, momentarily stunned by the unexpected turn of events. She watched as Giles carried Buffy, his strides purposeful and steady despite the weight he bore. The gravity of the situation settled upon her, and with a resolute nod, she followed behind them, ready to face whatever awaited them at the school.

Sunnydale High School

In the dimly lit gymnasium, the sound of squeaking sneakers echoed as the Sunnydale High basketball team burst through the double doors, their energy palpable. They dashed onto the court, ready to engage in an intense display of athleticism. Among them, Amy/Catherine stood radiant, adorned in the cheerleading uniform, her face beaming with delight as she joined her fellow cheerleaders.

Xander and Willow observed from the bleachers, their eyes fixed on Amy/Catherine as she gracefully moved through the cheer routines.

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Giles carefully laid Buffy down on a lab table in the science classroom, his movements hurried yet gentle, causing a cacophony of clattering equipment as he knocked things off the table. Buffy, her vision blurred and her body weakened by the lingering effects of the vengeance spell, looked up at him with a mix of vulnerability and determination. Her hazy gaze met Giles' concerned eyes as he removed his coat, hastily folding it and placing it beneath her head as an improvised pillow.

"Don't worry, Buffy," Giles reassured her, his voice tinged with resolve. "I'm going to put an end to this. I promise." His words were filled with a quiet determination, a firm commitment to protect and save the girl he cared for like a daughter.

Buffy struggled to speak, her words coming out as moans. "Giles... if... tell Dawn..."

Giles interrupted gently; his voice filled with concern. "Save your strength, Buffy. You don't need to worry about that right now."

But Buffy, undeterred, persisted, her voice laced with urgency. "Tell Dawn... tell her I love her and that I'm sorry."

Giles nodded; his expression solemn. "You will have the chance to tell her yourself," he assured her. "Just hold on a little longer."

With a sense of purpose, Giles hurried over to the box of books and belongings that Catherine/Amy had brought to the classroom, carefully setting them on Dr. Gregory's bench. He reached into the box, retrieving Amy/Catherine's spell book, a crucial tool in their battle against the dark forces at play.

Catherine/Amy, her concern evident in her voice, couldn't help but interject. "How is he?"

Giles, his focus solely on his task, replied with a sense of urgency. "We only have a few minutes left."

Feeling a surge of curiosity, Catherine/Amy seized the opportunity to seek answers. "Can I ask you something? Back at my house, you referred to him as a girl, and just now, you called him by a girl's name."

Giles paused for a moment, glancing at Catherine/Amy, his face revealing a mix of sympathy and hesitation. He motioned towards Buffy, their shared secret weighing heavily on his shoulders. "It's not my secret to tell," he admitted softly. "Ask again when all of this is over. Perhaps then, you will find the answers you seek."

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The rhythmic chants of the cheerleaders reverberated through the gymnasium; their voices filled with an overzealous energy. "Go, Sunnydale go! Go, Sunnydale go! Go! Six, seven, eight! Go Sunnydale go! Go, Sunnydale go! Go, Sunnydale go! Go!" Their cheers echoed with an exuberance that bordered on excessive, as if each word carried the weight of the entire school's spirit.

Amidst the sea of cheerleaders, Amy/Catherine, was caught up in the euphoria of the moment, stood beaming with delight. Her smile stretched wide across her face, radiating a contagious joy that mirrored the enthusiastic atmosphere of the gym. In this fleeting moment, she reveled in the thrill of belonging, basking in the applause and cheers surrounding her.

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In the dimly lit science classroom, Catherine/Amy stood hunched over a lab table, her face etched with a mixture of fascination and unease. Clutched in her trembling hand was a scalpel, poised hesitantly over the lifeless body of a dissected frog. Her eyes darted nervously between the dissection tray and Giles, who stood nearby, his attention divided between Buffy's weakened form and the crucial task at hand.

Giles took a deep breath, his voice resonating with a determined resolve as he began the counter-spell. The room seemed to grow still; the air heavy with anticipation. "The center is dark. Centrum est obscurus," he intoned, his words carrying an air of authority. With practiced precision, he continued, "The darkness breathes. Tenebrae respiratis. The listener hears. Hear me!"

As Giles chanted, his hands moved swiftly, skillfully combining various ingredients into a bubbling potion. The room was filled with the faint aroma of herbs and arcane substances, adding an otherworldly atmosphere to the scene. His focus was unwavering, his determination to reverse the spell evident in every movement.

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As the cheerleaders' chant reached its peak, Amy/Catherine's vision suddenly flickered. In a fleeting moment, Amy/Catherine's consciousness was transported to the sterile science lab, her mind's eye fixated on the sight of the open spell book and the lifeless frog lying on the dissecting tray. The vivid image lingered in her mind, casting a shadow over her momentarily enthused spirit. The weight of what she had witnessed tugged at her thoughts, intermingling with the cheerleader's chant.

As quickly as her vision had shifted, Amy/Catherine snapped back to the present, her gaze refocusing on the gymnasium. With a visible flicker of concern clouding her features, she hesitated briefly, breaking the chant's rhythm. But the relentless cheer and the commitment to her role prevailed, and she swiftly resumed the chant, rallying her voice with renewed determination.

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The dimly lit science classroom pulsed with an air of anticipation as the counter-spell reverberated through the air. Catherine/Amy's eyes widened in disbelief, her voice trembling with a mix of hope and trepidation. "Oh, it's... it's working!" she exclaimed, her words carrying a hint of wonderment.

Giles, his voice steady and resolute, lifted the ancient spell book from the lab table, his gaze focused on the incantation written within its worn pages. With each word he uttered, the room seemed to hold its breath, as if the very fabric of reality hung on his command. "Unlock the gate. Let the darkness shine. Cover us with holy fear," he recited, his voice carrying the weight of centuries-old wisdom.

Overwhelmed by the gravity of the moment, Catherine/Amy staggered back, her hands instinctively rising to shield her face. The weight of the spell's power and the eerie aura surrounding its invocation pressed upon her, causing a shiver to course through her body. In that instant, she could almost sense the ancient forces at play, their presence casting an ethereal shadow over the room.

As Giles continued to recite the incantation, his voice gaining intensity and urgency, the lights in the classroom flickered and then abruptly extinguished. Darkness engulfed the once-illuminated space, wrapping everything in a cloak of obscurity. The sudden loss of light heightened the sense of anticipation, suspending the room in a state of uncertainty.

In the midst of the encompassing darkness, Giles' voice echoed, filled with determination. "Show me..." he cried, his plea carrying a blend of hope and urgency.

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Amidst the energetic atmosphere of the gymnasium, the cheerleaders synchronized their movements with precision and enthusiasm. Lifted by her fellow cheerleaders, Amy/Catherine was elevated into the air, her body soaring momentarily before she triumphantly thrust her fists skyward, a radiant smile adorning her face. The crowd erupted in cheers, caught up in the infectious spirit of the moment.

However, as the exhilaration began to wane, a sudden change rippled through Amy/Catherine's expression. Her smile dissolved, replaced by a flicker of unease, as her mind was transported back to the science lab. In that fleeting instant, her vision blurred, and she caught a glimpse of Buffy. The gravity of the situation tugged at her, drawing her attention away from the jubilant scene in the gymnasium.

Returning to the present, the sense of disorientation lingered within Amy/Catherine, causing her equilibrium to falter. The cheerleaders supporting her fought valiantly to maintain control, their bodies swaying and straining under the unexpected challenge. However, their efforts proved futile as their collective balance collapsed, and they tumbled to the ground in a cacophony of limbs.

Xander and Willow, observing the unfolding commotion from the bleachers, exchanged concerned glances. Their attention fixated on Amy/Catherine, they watched as she regained her footing, a mix of determination and confusion etched across her features. It was Joy who dared to voice the bewildered inquiry that echoed in the gymnasium. "Amy, what's your problem?" she demanded, her tone laced with a hint of accusation.

Amy/Catherine's gaze met Joy's, a flicker of defiance crossing her face, as if the weight of her inner turmoil had ignited a spark of rebellion. The unexpected response caught Joy off guard, momentarily silencing her, as Amy/Catherine, resolute and determined, rose to her feet.

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"She's coming!" Catherine/Amy urgently exclaimed, her voice carrying a note of urgency that reverberated through the air. The weight of impending danger pressed upon her, amplifying her words with a sense of urgency and foreboding. Her eyes locked onto the concerned expression that etched itself across Giles' face. His furrowed brow and tensed features spoke volumes.

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In a sudden burst of aggression, Amy/Catherine forcefully swung open the door, causing it to crash against the wall with a resounding thud. Willow's alarmed cry filled the air as she attempted to intercept Amy/Catherine, desperately hoping to halt her dangerous trajectory.

"Amy!" Willow pleaded, her voice tinged with concern and fear, her outstretched hand reaching for her friend. She attempted to obstruct Amy/Catherine's path, a futile effort to impede her relentless determination.

"Get out of my way!" Amy/Catherine barked, her tone laced with authority and a hint of venom. Her eyes blazed with an unnerving intensity, reflecting the depths of her inner turmoil and the power that surged within her. The hallway trembled with tension as her abrupt dismissal hung in the air.

Willow, feeling the weight of urgency, scrambled to find the right words, her mind racing to offer a lifeline of understanding and support. "Wait! I need to talk to you; I can help you," she implored, her voice trembling with a mix of anxiety and genuine concern. She desperately sought to buy time so that Giles could finish reversing the spells.

"Help me? With what?"

"Uh, well, y'know, all your witchcraft!" Willow said, trying to stall as Xander snuck up behind Amy/Catherine. "I know this really good cauldron. Do you actually ride a broom?"

With a quick turn, Amy/Catherine twisted around, her face contorted with a mixture of anger and menace. Like a predator honing in on its prey, she extended her hands, seizing Xander by the neck with a vice-like grip. Xander's eyes widened in terror, his hands instinctively grappling at Amy/Catherine's vice-like hold, desperately gasping for breath.

Xander's feeble attempts to break free proved futile as Amy/Catherine's grip tightened, her fingers curling into a menacing fist that elicited a sickening twist. Xander's body convulsed, collapsing to the unforgiving floor, choking and gasping for air.

"Xander!" Willow's anguished cry pierced through the chaos, her voice fraught with panic and sorrow, witnessing her friend in the clutches of the witch.

In a swift and brutal motion, Amy/Catherine whirled around, her fist connecting with Willow's face in a savage blow. The impact sent Willow sprawling backward, her body crashing against the unforgiving floor, dazed and disoriented. Pain radiated through her cheek, a stark reminder of the betrayal that had consumed her once dear friend.

Without a moment's hesitation, Amy/Catherine broke into a frenzied sprint, her footsteps echoing down the corridor, each stride propelling her closer to the science lab, where the source of her newfound power awaited.

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In the lab, Giles stood tall with his arms raised, his voice resonating with determination as he continued to chant the incantation. The weight of the moment hung in the air, accentuated by the flickering candlelight and the scent of the potion swirling around him.

"Corsheth and Gilail! The gate is closed! Receive the dark! Release the unworthy! Take of mine energy and be sated!" Giles proclaimed; his voice unwavering as he recited the ancient words. With resolute determination, he plunged his hands into the swirling potion, his fingers disappearing into the mystical concoction.

As Giles withdrew his hands from the potion, his gaze briefly flickered towards Buffy, his heart aching at the sight of her weakened state. Her closed eyes and the slow, aimless movement of her head reflected the toll that the vengeance spell had taken on her.

"Release!" Giles cried out, his voice filled with urgency and purpose. Meanwhile, Catherine/Amy relentlessly hacked away at the door, creating a hole large enough to reach through and unlock it. Her fierce determination propelled her forward, wielding an axe as she marched towards Buffy with a sinister intent.

"RELEASE!" Giles bellowed, his voice echoing through the lab, his desperation fueling the strength of his command.

Just as Catherine/Amy prepared to strike, a sudden flash of blinding light erupted, causing the spells that she had cast to shatter and disperse into nothingness. In that moment, Amy regained control over her own being, confusion etched across her face as she surveyed her surroundings, still gripping the axe in her hands.

Buffy, rejuvenated by the release of the spells, swiftly rose from the table, her gaze locked with Amy's. A spark of recognition and realization passed between them. "Buffy?" Amy said.

"Amy?" Buffy replied, her voice filled with a mix of surprise and relief.

Amy nodded, a mixture of emotions flickering in her eyes as she acknowledged that she was finally back in her own body.

Yet, before the reunion could fully take hold, chaos erupted once more. Catherine lunged at Buffy, catching her off guard and sending them crashing to the floor in a violent collision. Buffy's strength waned as she succumbed to the impact, momentarily rendered unconscious.

Giles, now recovered, advanced towards Catherine, his arm outstretched, pointing accusatorily. "You… You…" His voice quivered with a mixture of anger and disappointment as he confronted the twisted being before him. However, Catherine, channeling her powers, forcefully pushed him back, sending him crashing into a table, leaving him sprawled on the ground, temporarily incapacitated.

Amy, frozen in shock, watched the harrowing scene unfold before her eyes. She held the axe threateningly, torn between the loyalty she once held for her mother and the realization of the dark path her mother had taken.

"M-Mom, please!" Amy pleaded, her voice laden with desperation and a flicker of vulnerability.

Catherine, fueled by rage and resentment, extended her hand, commanding the axe to fly from Amy's grasp into her own. Her voice dripped with contempt as she berated her own flesh and blood.

"How dare you raise your hand to your mother! I gave you birth. I gave up my life so you could drag that worthless carcass around and call it living?" Catherine seethed, her words laced with bitterness. With a swift motion, she swung the axe, striking a lab table, unleashing her anger upon the inanimate object. "You've never been anything but trouble. I'm going to put you where you can't make trouble again!"

Amidst the chaos, Buffy seized the opportunity to act. Emerging from the shadows, she pounced on Catherine, her voice brimming with determination. "Guess what?" she declared; her words tinged with defiance.

Catherine turned to face Buffy, her eyes filled with a burning intensity, consumed by darkness and fury.

"I feel better!" Buffy exclaimed; her words punctuated by a powerful punch that sent Catherine hurtling through the air. Catherine's body collided with a lab table, careening off it, and crashing into a shelf lined with bottles.

"That body was mine! Mine!" Catherine cried out, her voice distorted by rage and frustration. She staggered to her feet, her arm outstretched, using her powers to send Buffy hurtling against the wall.

Buffy, determined to stop Catherine's malevolence, rose from the floor, her eyes scanning the room for a means to halt her adversary. A glimmer of hope flickered in her gaze as she spotted the pole supporting a mirror above her.

"I shall look upon my enemy! I shall look upon her and the dark place will have her soul! Corsheth, take her!" Catherine intoned, her voice resonating with dark power.

Reacting swiftly, Buffy executed a standing hook kick, dislodging the pole from under the mirror. The mirror descended with a thud, deflecting Catherine's spell back at her. The unleashed energy engulfed her, eliciting a bone-chilling scream. The very essence of the spell contorted around Catherine, consumed by its own power, until it vanished with a deafening roar, taking her with it.

As the dust settled, Buffy surveyed the aftermath, her attention turning to the shaken Amy. She approached her, a compassionate expression on her face.

"Buffy?" Amy uttered. "Can I ask…" She was unsure exactly how to put the question to words.

Buffy looked at Amy for a long moment as understanding passed between them. "I'm transgender," she informed Amy hesitantly.

"Oh," Amy said in surprise.

"Till now only Giles and my sister knew," Buffy said. "I haven't even told my mom."

"Your secret is safe with me, Buffy," Amy promised. "I won't tell anyone."

"Thank you," Buffy said appreciatively.

Their conversation was interrupted as Giles regained consciousness, his presence a tangible reminder of the recent turmoil. "Well, that was, um, interesting," he quipped, his tone laced with a mix of exhaustion and relief. Accepting Buffy's offered hand, he rose to his feet, his gaze shifting between the two.

"You okay?" Buffy inquired; concern etched on her face.

"I'm fine," Amy assured, her voice still tinged with residual shock.

Giles, attempting to ease the tension, acknowledged his own fallibility. "I assume the, uh, all the spells are reversed. It was my first casting, so…" he trailed off, inhaling deeply, his words carrying a touch of self-deprecation.

"Well, you saved my life," Buffy said, gratitude and admiration shining in her eyes as she smiled at her Watcher. "Thank you."

Amy, still processing the magnitude of the events, found herself compelled to admit her initial doubt. "Well, I didn't think you'd pull it off," she confessed, her voice tinged with newfound respect.

Just then, Xander rushed into the scene, seizing Amy in a tight grip, his actions fueled by misguided intentions. "I got her! I got her! Cut her head off!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with a mix of urgency and determination.

"Xander, what are you doing?" Buffy demanded, her voice firm and commanding.

"Saving you?" Xander replied, his confusion palpable.

"Get your hands off of her," Buffy ordered, her tone leaving no room for argument.

"But she's evil," Xander protested, his certainty wavering as doubt crept into his voice.

"It wasn't exactly her," Giles interjected, his words laden with a wisdom borne from his understanding of the situation.

"I was my mom," Amy explained, her voice tinged with a mix of sorrow and acceptance.

"Oh!" Xander released his grip, visibly perplexed by the revelation.

In that moment, Willow burst into the lab, wielding a bat and wearing an expression of righteous determination. "Where is she?" she demanded, her voice filled with an intensity matching her unwavering loyalty to her friends.

"Uh, hey, Willow! It's cool!" Xander interjected, attempting to diffuse the tension.

"It is?" Willow questioned, her eyes scanning the room, trying to reconcile the scene before her with the urgency that had driven her to this point.

"Yeah, I took care of it," Xander reassured, a glimmer of pride in his voice, as their eyes met and understanding dawned upon them all.

Summers Home

Buffy leaned over her bed, discarding the broken pieces of her alarm clock into the waiting wastebasket. Meanwhile, Dawn sat comfortably on her own bed, engrossed in a book.

The door creaked open, and Joyce entered the room, her expression thoughtful and contemplative. She paused for a moment, taking in the sight of her children. "I don't get it," she finally expressed, her voice tinged with a mix of confusion and curiosity.

Buffy and Dawn glanced at each other, their brows furrowing in unison. They were eager to understand their mother's concern.

"What's the matter?" Buffy asked, her voice filled with a genuine desire to bridge the gap between them.

"Yeah, Mom, what's bothering you?" Dawn chimed in; her curiosity piqued.

Joyce took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before responding. Her words were tinged with both vulnerability and honesty. "I've been doing a lot of thinking about... where you two are coming from, how to relate to the two of you... and I've come to a very simple conclusion: I don't get it."

Buffy nodded, her gaze fixed on her mother, understanding the complexity of their relationship. "We're inscrutable, huh?" she mused, a hint of amusement in her voice.

Joyce smiled softly, appreciating Buffy's ability to find humor in the situation. "You're sixteen, Rutherford, and Dawn is ten. I think there's a biological imperative whereby I can't understand you because I'm not either of your ages," she explained, her words reflecting a mix of wisdom and self-awareness.

Dawn, always the inquisitive one, pondered aloud, "Do you ever wish you could be our age again?"

Joyce's eyes widened momentarily at the thought, her mind traveling back to the joys and challenges of her own youth. She exhaled softly, contemplating the question. "Oh, that's a frightful notion," she replied, a touch of playfulness in her voice. "Go through all that again? Not even if it helped me understand the two of you." Her warm smile conveyed the depth of her love for her children.

Buffy and Dawn couldn't help but be touched by their mother's words. They exchanged glances, a shared understanding passing between them. "I love you, Mom," they said in unison, springing up from their positions and moving towards Joyce.

With affectionate kisses planted on her cheek, they expressed their love and gratitude for the woman who had shaped their lives with such care and devotion.

As Joyce bid them goodnight and left the room, Buffy gently closed the door behind her, creating a private space where she could share her deepest fears and vulnerabilities with Dawn.

"Dawn," Buffy began, her voice trembling slightly, "I need to talk to you about something... something that's been weighing on me for a long time."

Dawn looked at Buffy with a mixture of concern and compassion, sensing the seriousness in her sister's tone. She nodded, offering her unwavering support.

"You know how I was when we left for school?" Buffy questioned as Dawn nodded. "A spell was cast on me to make me that way. If it had run its course I could have died. Facing that possibility brought to light a fear I've been harboring for some time. I'm afraid of leaving this world without ever fully embracing my true self," her voice quivered as she spoke, her eyes filled with a mix of relief and vulnerability.

Dawn's expression softened, and she reached out to hold Buffy's hand, letting her know that she was there as always to listen and understand. "Buffy," she spoke gently, her voice filled with love, "I remember when you came out to me, and I've seen the strength it took for you to live your truth. It breaks my heart to think of the pain and fear you've carried all this time."

Tears welled up in Buffy's eyes as the weight of her emotions finally found release. She squeezed Dawn's hand tightly, grateful for her sister's unwavering support.

"I've spent so much of my life pretending to be someone I'm not, hiding my true self from the world," Buffy confessed, her voice laced with vulnerability. "But I don't want to leave this world without experiencing the freedom and joy of living as the girl I've always known I am."

Dawn's eyes filled with tears as she pulled Buffy into a tight embrace, their bond strengthening in that moment of shared understanding. "As always I am here, you are not alone, ever, Buffy," she whispered, her voice filled with determination. "As I have been since you came out to me, I will continue to be by your side. You know that. Together, as always, we'll find a way for you to live your truth and embrace your authentic self."

Buffy nodded; her heart filled with gratitude for her sister's unconditional love.

March 21, 1997 – Friday

Sunnydale High School

"My dad is so impossible!" Amy complained, her frustration evident as she and Buffy strolled down the hallway. Her brows furrowed, and she waved her hands expressively, emphasizing her exasperation. "He never wants me to go anywhere! He insists on spending every waking moment together. I mean, seriously, I tell him it's perfectly safe for me to go out. But he's got all this guilt about leaving me with my mom. He's just being a total pain."

Buffy chuckled; her laughter filled with understanding as she comprehended the dynamics of parental overprotectiveness. The corners of her lips curled into a playful smile. "You're secretly loving it, aren't you?" she teased, knowing all too well the complex mix of annoyance and affection that such moments brought.

Amy's eyes sparkled mischievously, a conspiratorial glint shining within them. "Every single minute," she confessed, lowering her voice to ensure they were alone before continuing. "Hey, Buffy, I meant what I said. I won't tell anyone about your secret. But if you ever need someone to talk to about girl stuff or anything else, you can count on me."

The sincerity in Amy's words touched Buffy's heart, and she felt a surge of gratitude for her friend's unwavering support. "Thanks," she expressed, her voice filled with appreciation and a sense of relief. It meant the world to Buffy to have someone she could confide in and be herself around.

"In any case, this Saturday night, my dad wants us to stay in and make brownies. Well, to be fair, the brownies were my idea," Amy added, lightening the mood as she shifted the topic to something more lighthearted.

Just then, Cordelia approached them, injecting herself into the conversation. "Hey, I'm really sorry you guys got bumped back to alternate." She paused, her expression briefly softening. "Hold on, wait... No, I'm not!" Her signature sharpness returned; her tone filled with a touch of sarcasm.

Amy couldn't resist the opportunity for a quick retort, her words dripping with sarcasm of her own. "Well, I know I'll miss the intellectual thrill of spelling out words with my arms."

Rolling her eyes, Cordelia responded dismissively, "Ooh, these grapes are sour!" before shifting her attention to Buffy. "Actually, I am sorry for you, Rutherford. I think it was brave of you to try out. I hope you'll give it another shot."

"Maybe," Buffy replied, her tone contemplative, as she and Amy paused near the gleaming trophy case. Cordelia continued on her way, leaving them to their private thoughts.

Amy looked at Buffy, surprise evident in her eyes as she questioned her friend's response. "You don't want to try out again?" she inquired, her voice filled with curiosity and concern.

Buffy took a moment to gather her thoughts before answering honestly. "Don't get me wrong," she admitted, her voice tinged with a mix of reflection and resignation. "It was nice to briefly experience being a cheerleader and let the real me shine through. But for now, I think cheerleading might be a little too much to handle."

Understanding washed over Amy's features, her eyes reflecting the complexities of Buffy's journey. She took a deep breath, her gaze fixed on a photograph of Catherine, frozen forever in a triumphant cheerleading pose. "That's for sure," she agreed, her voice carrying a blend of awe and uncertainty. "Catherine the Great."

Buffy's curiosity was piqued, and she directed her gaze toward the image as well. "And there's been no sign of her?" she asked, her tone laced with a hint of apprehension.

Amy shook her head slowly, her expression shifting with a mixture of relief and lingering concern. "That last spell... She said I'd never cause trouble again. Wherever she is, I don't think we'll have to worry," she confessed, her eyes briefly darting toward Catherine's cheerleading trophy, a poignant reminder of the twisted events that had unfolded.

Buffy sighed, a heaviness settling in her chest as she contemplated the unsettling truth. "Twisted indeed," she muttered, her voice weighted with the gravity of their recent experiences. Together, they turned away from the reminders of Catherine's presence, seeking solace in their shared path forward.

As they continued walking, Amy couldn't help but voice her thoughts, her words laced with a touch of guilt. "I'm just glad to have my body back," she started, her voice tinged with a mixture of relief and remorse. But she quickly caught herself, realizing the insensitivity of her words toward Buffy's own struggles. "Oh, I'm sorry," she quickly apologized, her tone filled with genuine regret. "That was thoughtless of me."

Buffy paused, her gaze gentle yet contemplative, as she considered Amy's words and the vulnerability behind them. "No need to apologize," she reassured her friend, her voice imbued with warmth and understanding. "For a brief moment, I wondered what it would be like to have what happened to you done to me. But I realized that being in someone else's body wouldn't make me feel any more like a girl than I do in my own right now."