Change the change

So the key to curing werewolves was?

"I got nothing." Xander lightly pounded his forehead with his hand, "C'mon, brain, work with me here."

Change them into were... something else? Dogs? Cats? Birds? Mice? Unbidden the numerous were creatures that he'd read about in various fantasy books flashed before his minds eye. One in particular gave him a laugh with it's obvious double meaning given his recent actions. Were-cougar suddenly took on a new meaning given what he'd done to Joyce an hour ago. Xander rolled his eyes as his seemingly new standard answer came to mind, were-bimbos? Well, that would be good for a laugh at the very least.

Were-women wasn't actually a bad idea. He knew a few guys who could do with learning how the other half lived.

What other kind of women were there besides bimbos and babes?

Uhhhh...

"Oh for fucks sake. There's more to women then pornstars, baywatch babes and Xena warrior princess." Xander griped, only to stop and repeat that last one. "Ah-ha."

"Amazons.... warrior women.... chicks that know how to fight." Xander free associated, "Chicks that can hunt vampires. Were-Slayers? Evening the odds for humanity."

"It would be irresponsible of me not to do this." Xander told himself.

30- Werewolves are actually people who have been cursed to turn into Amazonian Warrior Women, equal to a slayer, who find and fight evil when the moon is full.

Xander sat back and reviewed this new world full of Amazonian warrior women. He blinked in surprise. Amazonian really meant Amazonian. Oz now turned into a heavily muscled six and a half foot tall babe who had no problem bringing the pain to supernatural threats. And had no problem dressing in surprisingly scanty outfits of the Red Sonja chain mail bikini type. Which Willow didn't have a problem with... huh, Willow seemed to be more excited on the nights when Oz became were-Oz.

That was... weird. What did that say about Willow? Xander shook it off he could figure that out later.

On the other hand were-OZ could behead a vampire with a single swing of an ax? That was a big help in the fight against evil. So win-win. Right?

"Right," Xander bobbed his head. Looking at the computer he sought out the clock, "How much time I got til the next class?"