You sure about that

"What?" Xander yelped as he caught the fact that Buffy had fisted her hands and was glaring daggers at him.

Buffy actually growled at him, "YOU... MESSED... WITH... MY... HAIR!" Buffy growled.

"I, uh, I... made... it... better?" Xander offered weakly.

"AHHHHHHH!" Buffy stomped the ground. "MY HAIR!"

"What?!" Xander shouted and held his hands up in surrender. This was not turning out the way he thought it would. Why the hell was Buffy freaking out about this, he did her a favor? What, was she upset he didnt change something else? What the hell else did Buffy conplain about all the time? What else could he fix for Buffy?

With another threatening stomp his way Xander backpedalled a bit and panicked rambled, "What? What else do you want? I can fix it. I can fix it! Short, you always complain about being short..."

"Xander!" Buffy growled.

"Buffy Summers is six feet tall." Xander shouted in desperation.

Buffy yelled inarticulately as she sudden grew nine inches taller. That yell turned into more of a squawk as her clothes were not designed to fit a six foot tall version of herself. Buffy immediately made quick work of yanking her shoes off as her feet no longer fit in them. She stopped herself from removing any other item of clothing as ill fitting as they were, ill fitting was better than being naked. As she looked herself over a dawning horror over came Buffy as she finished her inspection.

Xander shrank back as the glare he recieved from Buffy was more evil than the previous one. He kept his hands held up in front of him in surrender.

"Xaaaander!" Buffy hissed.

"What?" He whined.

"Look what you did!" Buffy waved angry hands at herself. "Look at what you did to me!"

Xander did grimace as he really looked. Buffy was shockingly skeletally thin, looking near ****. Apparently the height increase caused her body to consume Buffy herself to make up for the differences as it built newer bigger bones.

He didnt even bother to reassure Buffy his next words just rushed out of him without much in the way of thought, "Buffy Summers has a healthy body that weighs the correct weight."

He stared as suddenly Buffy filled out. One second the pale skin was stretched thin over bones. The next generous curves were covered in skin that had a rosy glow. If anything this new weight made Buffy look healthier than old Buffy had.

Whatever he was thinking it left his mind as Buffy reached out and grabbed his shirt yanking him towards her.

Panicked at the implied **** in the look Buffy was glaring at him Xander said the fiest thing that came to mind, "Everybody is back in their bedrooms, safe and sound and unpunched!"

Xander blinked a bit as the world... shifted around him. Taking a second to steady himself Xander found himself in his bedroom looking at his bed.

"Thank fuck..." he slumped and shambled forward until he reached his bed and fell face first down onto it. Just as he was on the verge of relaxing a bad thought drifted up. Buffy is angry with me, she knows where I live and wont hesitate to come here.

"Shit. Shit. SHIT!" Xander jumped out of bed with adrenaline surging through his veins. "What to do, what do I do?"