It took a while for Xander to calm down. Giles and Willow looked at each other; they didn't know what was going on. Willow came rushing over to Xander and crouched down beside him.
"Buffy what's the matter?" Willow asked, very concerned. "What's wrong?" she brushed Buffy's hair away from her forehead and looked deeply into her eyes. Something wasn't right, because willow flinched. Xander didn't really notice, there was too much to take in. Why was his body on the other side of the room? Why was Willow calling him Buffy? Why couldn't he stop screaming?
Eventually, he ran out of scream, and faltered to a halt.
"Buffy, what's wrong?" Giles looked very concerned.
Xander looked at him with wild eyes, he kept looking over at his body which seemed to be unconscious again. Surely that wasn't a good sign. "Not Buffy." He said. "I'm Xander." He wished his tongue was its normal size, at least he'd be able to talk then. It was too difficult at the moment.
"What do you mean? You're Buffy. Maybe we should get you to a hospital." Giles felt Xander's forehead. "You are running a bit of a temperature."
"No, I'm Xander." He cursed his huge tongue, or was Buffy's tongue really this big? No, this wasn't the time to be pervy, he had a problem. "Alexander LaVelle Harris. My mum's culinary speciality is take out, I disgraced Willow's Barbie when I was five. I'm the Xandman." He struggled to sit up and pointed at his unconscious body. "And that's mine, and I want it back NOW!"
Willow was watching this exchange with interest. "OK, if you're Xander, tell me what's on the shelf in your room above your bed?"
"A clock"
"Correct. Where do you keep your Spiderman comic books?"
"They are propping up the top corner of my bed."
"Correct," Willow paused trying to think of another question Buffy could not possibly know. "Now for the $64,000 question - what did you show me the first day we met in kindergarten?"
Xander could feel his face - no Buffy's face - heating up. A stray thought came to him, he'd never seen Buffy blush, but he bet it looked cute.
"Well?" Willow was grinning maliciously.
"Damn you, Willow." He took a deep breath. "On the first day of kindergarten, I showed you my 'pee-pee' as it was naively called then - and asked you if you had one too." Xander's face was burning. He caught Giles hiding a smile behind his hand. He glared at Willow. "Satisfied?"
Willow couldn't suppress her laughter any longer. She exploded in giggles.
"Ha ha, very funny, Will-ooh." Xander hoped Buffy wasn't conscious. "This goes no further, understand?"
"Oh, of course," said Giles. "I wouldn't dream of repeating something like that Buff- sorry - Xander." He took off his glasses and polished the lenses. "Well, this is a problem."
"You can change me back though?" Xander looked down at his - Buffy's - body. "I've heard of men feeling that were trapped in women's bodies but this is ridiculous. Plus I don't have the right colouring to be a blonde, and these shoes-" he lifted up his - Buffy's - foot. " - it really isn't me. I'm more of a trainers kind of guy."
"I really don't know. I haven't heard of anything like this happen before." Giles said.
"Well, don't just stand there!" Xander said. "Get books, look things up!" Willow went back over to Buffy and mopped her brow with a cloth.
Xander lifted up his hand and stared at it. It was so dainty. All the nails were perfectly manicured and painted red. He turned his hand over and looked at his palm. He looked at the veins running through Buffy's hands. Her fingers were so slender, her hands so small. So perfect. He moved his hand up to his face. It felt so strange. It was very soft. There was not any stubble on the chin, like on Xander's face - like "duh!" of course there was not! The lips were full and soft. He touched his nose, his eyes, his ears. It all felt so strange. He had been in his body for his whole life and now he was in someone else's. It gave him the wiggins.
A noise attracted Giles' attention. Xander's body was starting to stir.
"Huh? Where am I?"
"Uh, Buffy?" Willow took a deep breath. "We have a problem." Buffy opened her eyes and stared at Willow. It was unsettling to see Buffy's expressions on Xander's face. Willow noticed she was a lot more alert than Xander was. This could be bad.
"What d'you mean 'we have a problem?' How'd I end up here?"
"Buffy, what it the last thing you remember?" Xander started to open his mouth but Giles put a hand over his mouth to keep him quiet. Where Buffy was lying she could not see him.
"I had untied Xander . . . there was a flash, yes that's right - a blinding white flash and something knocked me off my feet. I hit something, possibly a headstone and something hit me. Then I woke up here. Now's what's the problem? Is it an evil demon or a curse or what?" Buffy stared at Willow.
"Uh, um, you're not going to like this. How do you feel?" Willow looked to Giles for help. Buffy twisted her head to look at Giles and saw her body sitting there looking at her.
"OK, what the Hell is going on?" she was taking it quite well. "Why is my body over there?" she looked down at herself. That brown and cream shirt looked very familiar as did the dark jeans. Where had she seen them before? Then she realised.
"Why am I in Xander's body?"
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