What the hell did I do?

"What the hell did I do?" xander asked himself.

Casting his mind back over his new memories Xander was at once relieved and a little disappointed that he had only had a few moments with Joyce Summers. The first was - oh, of course- during the love spell. "The Hot Night" where a beguiled Joyce Summers had put the moves on Xander. Only now... Now instead of just laying face down on the table like a lump; Xander 'the worlds greatest Cocksman' responded when Joyce put the moves on him. He hadn't done much, he'd kissed back once, briefly, a caress of the cheek as well and a good grope of Missus Summers' butt before pulling away as Cordelia came into the room and things progressed as they did in his original time line; with Cordelia shoving Missus Summers out the back door.

That had been the first but not the last. The second time had been during this last summer. When Buffy was a run away and Joyce was now in the know about the supernatural. No longer able to deny that "The Hot Night" had happened. She had called him in the middle of June and asked to talk. He'd come unprepared for what was about to happen. There'y conversed about the supernatural, he'd tried to explain things in his own clumsy way before she'd told him about remembering "The Hot Night". She had been wondering about how it had happened. Then things had gotten intense when she wanted to know if it had been the spell or him that had made her feel 'all tingly'. And then he'd been stupid enough to show her because he was 'Xander Harris the World's Greatest Cocksman'. On the couch in her living room they'd kissed and fumbled around and eventually ended up seriously making out while she sat on his lap and dry humped herself to completion. Once passions had cooled they'd sworn never to do it again.

Joyce Summers lasted a month before she called him back in the middle of July. They promised to just talk to each other, no touching, no hanky-panky. They lasted twenty minutes. They'd made out. They groped each other. And then they skipped past dry humping and tried oral sex. Joyce Summers was a grown woman who had several lovers. She'd never had a lover as gifted as Xander. It had been awkward. She'd been unable to even get the head of his cock inside her mouth. Believing in reciprocation, despite her bashful protestations because of an ungroomed bush, Xander had showed her that he had a truly talented tongue. Twice. Once with her seated on the couch and once with her seated on his face while she used both hands to jerk off his too big cock.

It happened a third time in the first week of August. Joyce had called him and he'd come. They both knew that they would fool around. They didn't deny it. Joyce told him it would be the last time. She couldn't do anything romantic with him again. To make sure and to keep her mind off of him and the run away Buffy she had asked a friend from her book club to move in. This was to be the last time. They could do everything but IT. No penetration. She may have inadvertently become a cliched Californian Cougar but there were certain limits she wasn't willing to push. Fucking a teenager was it. So they'd kissed, groped one another, enjoyed some frottage while in their underwear and then ended the up in a sixty nine. This time Joyce was able to take the head of his cock into her mouth. Although she did have trouble swallowing all of his load, there was quite a lot of it.

And that had been the last time. Save for a few longing looks from Joyce.

Xander opened his eyes and tried to figure out how exactly he felt about what had happened. More importantly how parts of it had happened. He understood his being the worlds greatest cocksman was retroactive. It had been written to always be that way. But why was his cock it's new gargantuan size in his memories with Joyce when it was not written to be retroactive. He hadn't thought Master P.C. was real when he'd written his first 'wish'. So... how?

Wishful thinking?

Xander snorted.

Well, given that he'd- somewhat- taken advantage of Joyce he figured he owed her a few on the house improvements. Saving every changed he'd made so far he cleared the character slot and wrote in Joyce Summers. Xander admired the view of Joyce's rotating image. Joyce as she actually was, was beautiful. But beautiful for a normal person. When she could be beautiful on a movie star level.

What to change first?

Age? Over forty wasn't exactly 'hot babe'. He could bump her age down a bit. Buffy was eighteen now so... thirty six seemed like an nice round number and kept Joyce from being a teen mom at sixteen. What next?

Well, he could do what he'd done with Wesley/Wendy. Blend two movie stars looks and then tweak from there. Sooo... Joyce deserved something special. And for Xander there was one truly special lady. Amy Yip, star of screen and many of his fantasies. But who to blend with? Someone who shared a starring role in the same type of fantasies. Someone from the good ol' U.S. of A?

Ah-hah!

13- Joyce Summers is a mix of herself, Amy Yip and Janine Lindemulder.

Xander watched the screen with a barely hidden excitement as he hit enter. He couldn't wait to see how this turned out.

Xander frowned as the new Joyce Summers over wrote the old Joyce Summers. Huh.... He might have made a mistake in his wording.

Xander rubbed his brow, he forgot the 'looks like' in his line 13. He'd accidentally done more then tweak her looks. Joyce was still Joyce only now she as Joyce with a blended body and personality. With two porn stars. He put Joyce and two porns stars in a blender and hit mix... and out came new Joyce who wasn't the same as 90's June Cleaver old Joyce. Also he had failed to realize that including Amy Yip did more then give Joyce extra curves, which she had, those glorious I cup boobs sat high on Joyce's chest. However, in adding Amy Yip to Joyce he'd made Joyce Asian.

Oh boy...