Early morning

Being the only one up at this hour was something of a blessing. He had time to himself, no demands on him, just the ability to do whatever he wanted on a lazy Saturday morning the day after his best birthday ever. Anya snoozing in the bedroom having earned the right to sleep in however long she wanted to.

This morning he was drinking coffee, eating a home made lemon danish, enjoying basking in the morning sun streaming thru his balcony windows and reviewing his notebook from last night's experience. Some in particular needed to be gone over as he was considering repeats. Last night had been a series of one and dones as he wanted to try as many of his birthday gifts as possible.

Pink = Bimbo. A favorite. Caused massively impossible boobs and butt growth, hyper sexual, platinum blonde pigtails, made Anya dumber then a bag of hammers. Fucked like someone who cums from just insertion, Anya came several times wailing like a banshee and squirting like a fountain.

Red = Cheerleader. Good not great. Teeny tiny outfit, ditzy attitude, pom poms, spent a lot of time spelling things out in cheers, incredibly acrobatic, no real body change outside of a three inch height reduction . Fucked like it was a sport and she was a hall of fame player.

Black = Maid. Good. Dressed in proper french maid uniform that belonged in a porno. Over the top french accent. Incredibly servile and polite. Actually cleaned things but was incredibly clumsy, often knocking things over requiring exaggerated bending over at the waist to do more cleaning. Breast got bigger, legs got longer. Fucks like she was an employee being naughty, frequently shouts in french.

White = Chef. Okay. Dressed as a chef in chef whites and little white toque hat. No real body change. No real change to normal sexual practices. Main changes include strong swedish accent and the actual ability to cook a gourmet meal.

Red, White and Black checkered pattern = Handy woman. Good to great. Little Miss Fix It in a red white and black checkered shirt that only stayed on due to the knot tied between larger than normal breasts, denim short shorts that were held up by suspenders and an actual tool belt with real tools. Actually understood my job, fixed some shit I had been putting off. Body changes were mainly three more inches in height and at least ten more pounds of well defined muscles. Fucked like it was a job and she was in charge and knew how to use the equipment.

Handywoman was fucking great. More for the actual job understanding then anything. Anya usually blanked out whenever he talked about his work. Having her engaged and excited about hearing him talk about work... that was almost better then the sex.

He wondered if he could get Handywoman Anya a job at work.

His musing was cut short as there was a knock at the door. "It's eight o' clock in the morning, nobody I know is up now."

Disgruntled Xander got up and headed for the door, ready to give his mystery guest a piece of his mind.