There's a Devil on your shoulder

Although...

Xander quirked his eyebrow, it was probably best if he made small changes at first, got used to Master P.C., learned all the tricks and worked out all the kinks. Xander let out a little chuckle, he was going to be working through some kinks alright. And once he figured out how best to use Master P.C. then he could turn his attention to the world and making it better than it was. So what if that meant he was using it on himself first? If he was using it now he wouldn't have a reason to use it on himself next. Get all of his bullshit out of the way first. That was just being practical. Fix himself and his situation and then put his all into fixing the world.

So what to change first? He liked the way he looked. Well...

Moving to the sliders that would help him change his appearance Xander started fiddling about. He slid his height up to six feet three inches, which was movie star standard, why wouldn't he shoot for that. Looking over Master P.C. Xander saw that there was a little tab labeled preview, which sounded like a good idea to Xander. Keeping an eye on the little Xander on the screen as the preview loaded Xander was filled with a nervous energy he'd rarely felt before. When it finished he was disappointed. He looked way to gangly, skinny and under weight. He quickly moved over to weight and moved it up to one hundred and eighty pounds. Looking at other options he noticed that there was a drop down menu that allowed him to specify what his level of body fat was and as being ripped was one way to a woman's heart... Xander set his body fat at fifteen percent. Hitting preview he waited and when the preview finished Xander beheld a taller, muscular, ripped Xander Harris.

He hit apply changes as fast as he could.

Sitting back as he felt a slight burning tingle wash over him Xander found... Well, the changes had worked but his wardrobe had not kept up. Looking himself over he found that his pants and shirt didn't fit. Still, he could fix that easy enough with a line of text... orders... wishes?

Xander paused, a stray thought crossing his mind. What if he was wasting 'wishes'? Did he really want to waste a wish on clothes? Clothes were easy, simple, mundane. If he used up a line on clothes instead of something that needed changing would he ever forgive himself? So wishing for new clothes was a waste of a wish. But if it was part of something else, worked into another wish?

That could work.

So what else did he want to do to himself that would also be a physical change and need new clothes? With a chuckle he put his fingers to the keyboard, he had a few ideas. ...and not all of them came from comic books.

06-since being exposed to fish mutagen while on the swim team Xander Harris began changing. Becoming taller and more muscular. His hands and feet doubled in size. His bones became stronger while at the same he became double jointed with increased dexterity and flexibility. His tongue elongated to ten inches in length and became near prehensile. He gained the ability to hold his breath for more then ten minutes.

Xander sat back when he hit enter and waited with his eyes closed, hoping to be surprised by what he saw. He could feel the subtle tingling burn of changes happening to him. When the burn stopped he opened his eyes and looked himself over.

He blinked.

"HUH."

He had Shaq hands. And Shaq feet. He stared at himself for a minute in silence, brain boggling. Obviously this was a bit more than he had been expecting. The old wives tale about men and the size of their appendages had been on his mind when he'd written that in. He hadn't really thought thru what that would actually look like. He looked like Jack Kirby's Beast from the old issues of X-Men.

It wasn't a terrible look. Just weird. Still, in this new world no one had mentioned it too much. The usual Sunnydale Syndrome making people over look it. Xander was tempted to fix it but again the fear that he'd be wasting a 'wish' on something he could live with stopped him. And if he worded the next 'wish' correctly he could fix it without having to waste a 'wish' on it specifically.

Unfortunately the only other ideas he had wouldn't fix his hands or feet. Xander shrugged, he'd get to it when he got to it. He could remember his life in this new world with his big feet and big hands and he had yet to find something that made life unbearable. The only real change he had a problem with was special ordering shoes that would fit his new big feet. And that wasn't too much of a hardship.

As for the other ideas he had... he was pretty sure he could combine them into one wish and save a 'wish' for later. he had plans for this next 'wish'. Given what had happened between him and Faith almost a month ago... he thought this next 'wish' would make their resident wild child a little easier to handle.

07-since being exposed to fish mutagen Xander Harris has begun to emit a pheromone that women find attractive and arousing. His semen production has tripled and the scent of his semen can cause a woman to become sexually aroused to near orgasm. His semen has developed an addictive quality. A woman who consumes or is exposed to his semen will find herself needing to taste or to expose herself to it again, the urge growing the longer the woman refrains. If a woman can manage a month without partaking again she will experience nearly crippling withdrawal over a twenty four hour period that will leave her only able to think about Xander Harris, his cock, and his semen. If she can last the twenty four hours the woman will find her craving diminishing.

His balls tingling with fire was not exactly pleasant. Xander grimaced at the feeling but thought the change was worth the momentary pain. In this new altered reality he had memories of several ladies giving him second or third or even fourth looks. And a whole slew of instances where some woman walked a little closer than necessary while taking a deep breath.

Giggling drew his attention. Looking up from the computer screen his eyes found Harmony and a fellow Cordette talking to each other. Giggling about something stupid, probably. Xander looked away, he didn't want to think about Harmony, the Cordettes or Cordelia. They weren't his favorite people at the moment. The giggling picked back up and Xander found himself looking again, this time catching Harmony making a gesture in his direction.

The Angel on his left shoulder cautioned him to mind his temper and move on. The Devil on his right shoulder told him to seek his **** while he could. While he had the power to affect real change. With Master P.C. he could do some really wild things.

Xander looked to the front of the class where the girls were giggling. Maybe he could spare Harmony, the Cordettes and Cordelia a moment's thought.