'Buffy' becomes a nudist

After getting out of the shower, Faith grabbed a towel. She wrapped it around herself with a little ****; while she knew drying was necessary, that didn't make it any less disappointing to cover up Buffy's body.

She wandered back to 'her' room, kicking the door shut behind her. Sighing, she slumped back on Buffy's bed and let the towel unfold until she was just lying on top of it. Idle she glanced down at her stolen body; the sight instantly cheered her up.

If someone had told her a year ago that she'd have an easy view of Buffy, dripping wet and nude, she'd never have believed them, but here she was. At least the constant grin her situation was giving her did make it rather easier to pass as Buffy.

After a few minutes she sat up. She kicked her legs over the side of the bed, leaving the towel behind, and wandered around the room. With a smirk she lingered by the mirror Buffy had on a chest of drawers, then wandered past it.

Right, Buffy's wardrobe. Faith opened it, scanning the interior.

Well she would need to pick an outfit for the day. Hmm... Did like the leather, and the neckline on that, and, ooh, naughty Buffy... Faith reached in, taking out one hanger and looking the garment up and down. Then she shrugged and threw it on the bed.

"Screw that," Faith muttered. She glanced down at 'herself' again; "I know the best outfit for you, B."

She reached in and pulled out as many hangers as she could fit in one hand, throwing them all down onto the bed. In seconds the wardrobe was empty, save for shoes ranging from bulky and practical to sleek and fashionable along the bottom. Those Faith would have a use for; she didn't want to go on patrol barefoot.

Bare in other ways though... Well it was Buffy's body, what did she care who saw it? Worst case was that she'd get a bit distracted mid-fight, but she'd hardly be the only one.

Next, Faith went to the drawers, rifling through each in turn.

"Stakes, stakes..." she murmured. "Ooh, jacket. Nah, think I'll keep that, looks good. Socks... hm, definitely not keeping those, but those could be good. PJs, nah... Ooh, lookie here."

She'd tossed a few more garments back onto the discard pile on the bed, only to falter as she stumbled onto Buffy's underwear drawer. She lifted one up between two fingers, raising her eyebrows.

Ok, that fact Buffy might've been wearing some of these back when they'd been Slaying together was definitely an image that'd stick with Faith. Otherwise though...

"Who'd have thought you had this much style, B?" she said to herself. "Not that you need them now anyway."

She threw the contents of that drawer back behind her too. A few minutes later and she was done.

Now the only clothes left in Buffy's room were her shoes, a few neutral socks, and a jacket Faith doubted she'd wear, but just couldn't bring herself to get rid of. With this body why would she bother?

Oh, to see Buffy's face...

She entertained herself for a couple of minutes more by making various shocked and mortified expressions in the mirror, then stepping back and adopting embarrassed poses. She could hold it together for maybe a couple of seconds before grinning at the sight of Buffy's body like that.

"You can't do that!" Faith said, trying to sound as scandalised a goody-good as she could. "It's wrong!"

She eyed 'herself,' one arm crossed over B's tits at just the right angle to push them up, and another lingering pointedly over her pussy, a shallow attempt at modesty and the futility of it sending a thrill through Faith.

Nope, no way Buffy was getting dressed now, even if she did make it back. Smiling to herself, Faith walked over to the window. She pushed it open, not particularly caring who saw 'her' top half through the glass. Then one by one she threw out the clothes she'd piled up, only sparing the hangers in case Joyce had any use for them.

They landed in a slightly messy pile in the garden. Faith peered down at them, then looked up, glimpsing a passerby on the street staring up at her. She waved, smirking as they ogled her boobs, before slipping back inside.

She'd found Buffy's Slayer stuff, where was it... Right!

Fire was one way to kill a vampire, which meant she had easy access to gasoline and petrol. Just one thing left to do then. Hefting up a can, and keeping a lighter in one hand, Faith walked out into the hallway. She hurried quickly, eager to get this over with.

A couple of splashes, then the lighter...

She stepped back, watching as Buffy's clothes burned. She lingered in the garden for a bit, basking in the gazes of passer-bys getting a good long look at Buffy's body and imagining Buffy's reaction, before she turned around. Back to the street, she walked as slowly as she could towards the door, and inside.

She'd barely made it a couple of steps when she heard a shocked voice.

"Buffy?!"

Faith glanced up, faltering slightly as she caught sight of Buffy's mother, Joyce Summers.