Lunch

While the rest of the school went to lunch and spread the story of Harmony and Xander like wildfire; Xander found himself a nice quiet place where he wouldn't be interrupted, settled in and started up Master P.C. on his laptop. He stared at the screen and wondered aloud, "Where am I? One for me? Or one for the world?"

It was a toss up as everything that had to do with Harmony, him and the computer could be considered for the betterment of the world. ...But it could also be considered for the good of himself.

"Well, the world needs all the help it can get." xander shrugged, "So what needs fixing?" he stared at the screen for a moment and nothing immediately jumped out at him. Thumping his forehead with the heel of his palm, "Seriously? I can do anything in the world and I get brain lock?"

Huffing he looked away from the screen, "Okay, xan-man, don't over think it, go with your gut... what ya gonna do?" He looked back at the screen and still had nothing. Groaning Xander re-read the list, what could he do that he hadn't done? Boy, he sure went out of his way to resurrect some very foxy ladies he had known. Rereading his list of changes he mulled that over, "Ah-ha! Save a sexy lady. Good for the world and good for me. Now who can I save? And how?"

24- Ampata, the cursed Incan Princess, found a new way to sustain her life with the help of Xander Harris. She no longer needs to consume someone's life **** as she can sustain herself on a man's semen.

Xander shrugged his shoulders, it was derivative of what he'd done to vampires but if it meant Ampata got a chance to live an actual life rather than be either a mummy or dead? Xander would take being a hack and repeating himself. And so what if, in this new reality, he and Ampata had a daily suck session to make sure she never got... hungry. She got to live and he got a blowjob, win-win.

Great.

Next?

"I got nuthin'." Xander groaned. "Back to the list." Rereading he looked for some other form of inspiration. Or something he wanted to do. Kendra? Didn't he want to do something nice for her? Sure, but what? His friends! Right, fix his standing with his friends. Great. How? And how could he do it without fucking up his friends and rendering the unrecognizable. That was going to take some thought.

So what did he have? Bimbo Harmony? Who cares? No one gave a shit about Harmony but the Cordettes... oh-ho, we have a winner. The Cordettes. Cordelia's hand picked group of mean girls. Sure, they were giving her shit now but that was only temporary, those morons were sure to take Cordelia back any second now and make her Queen C again. Especially now that he'd made Harmony a bimbo, completely incapable of holding that group of backstabbers together. But if Cordelia was to retake her crown as Queen C he could deny her even a Pyrrhic victory.

"Mwa ha ha ha." Xander giggled and clapped his hands together, he had an evil idea. What were all the Cordettes names? shit, there were, like, ten of them and he really only knew full names for four of them. What the hell was Blue's last name, what was Aphrodesia's last name? Xander stopped and couldn't help but smirk, Aphrodesia, rich kids and their stupid names. But considering what he was considering a name like Aphrodesia was a bit on the nose.

Boy, he hoped the Master P.C. could do groups. Otherwise this wasn't going to work.

25- The Cordettes are all nymphomaniacal big titted, bubble butted bimbos.

"HOLY SHIT!" Xander yelped as reality changed. "Yeah, I guess it can do groups. Holy SHIT!" Cordelia's group of minions were all now just as curvy, just as horny and just as dumb as Harmony. It was like a small squad of porn stars walked the halls of Sunnydale High. Although, there was an upside, they might still be rich and hung up on jocks but they were still Bimbos and total nymphmaniacs so some nerd or nobody got the occasional pity fuck. Xander wasn't sure who the pitied party was when it happened. The Bimbos pitied the nerds but the nerds pitied the Bimbos. Both parties were happy to have sex, tho.

"Cordelia is going to be miserable hanging out with that group of brain dead morons obsessed with sex." Xander couldn't help but grin. When he was dating Cordelia the one thing that was never on the table was sex. Kissing, groping, dry humping, fingering, hands jobs and oral, yes to all those; but actual intercourse? Not a chance. That was the one thing Cordy was saving for marriage. Good for her, he never pushed once the rules were established. But he knew it was going to be pure **** for her to be surrounded by the usual vapid mean girls who now talked about nothing but fucking and clothes and whatever else wandered through their hormone addled minds.

It was small and petty but it was ****.

Any momentum he was building up creatively was disrupted as suddenly there was a school wide announcement. "Xander Harris please come to the Principal's office. Xander Harris to the Principal's office.

Looking around Xander groused, "Well... Shit!"