Proof

Xander stared at the rulebook and tried to think of something else to do with it. He had a ton of ideas. Most of them bad.

Making bikinis mandatory for women to wear year round sounded great in theory. But when thought about practically taking into account location, weather, seasons and different female body types... Xander shook his head. That was probably better off as a dream and not a reality.

And for the thousandth time in the last twenty minutes he spared a look at the office of now female Giles. He occasionally heard a few raised words. But mainly he could catch glimpses of the woman pacing in her office while on the phone thru the little window. Xander thought he would have been declared the Layer already. But, no, in the twenty minutes since he came into the library there had been no proclaimation. So whatever was taking so long it was due to the Watchers.

He checked his rules. He had written down something about a magic spell to verify his claim to being the Layer. So what was taking so long? Bippity Boppity Boo, do the voodoo and make the proclamation.

Xander frowned. He haaaated waiting. Couldn't stand it. So how to fix this?

He could wait for Buffy to show up. When her Slayerness met his Layerness the effect it had on Buffy would be obvious and prove he was the Layer.

But... if the Watchers were denying his Layerness they might pass that off as teenagers being horny.

So he needed a verifiable non deniable way to prove he was the Layer.

Great. Now how to do that?

He stared at the Rulebook and wondered what he should write to make it obvious.

Xander craned his head back and tried to remember something Buffy had mentioned about a mole she had had removed. A specific mole on a specific part of the body helped identify the Slayer. Or something like that. Buffy hadn't said much about it but then Buffy was tight lipped about L.A. and her first year as a Slayer and her first Watcher, Merrick.

So... something like that for the Layer. Should work. But not a mole. Cause fuck that, he so didnt need a big fat hairy mole.

But a birthmark? That could work. So what kind and where?

Xander snorted. Where was obvious. He was the Layer so it had to be near his dick. So either on his dick itself or on his crotch. If it was on his dick it would have to be on the head of his dick. If it was on his crotch it'd be somewhere on the pubic mound- is that what they called it? Had to be, its where his pubic hair was.

Hmmm.

Maybe he should do something with that. You don't see a lot of porn stars with pubic hair. Male or female. And it would be a pretty big sign something had happened if all his pubes fell out. And it would make his cock look bigger.

And having something show up on the end of his dick was a little freaky.

So, if he went with all his pubes falling out and a birthmark showing up what would the birthmark look like?

He snorted. X. An X. As in X marks the spot. As in Xander. Shaking his head Xander moved on from that as that was just to silly. And way to specific to him.

So... other shapes. Shapes good for signifying a guy was a goddamn super stud and the best fuck around.

A little cock and balls?

Xander shook his head, too vulgar.

A pussy?

Xander slapped a hand across his forehead. How would that even work? An outline? It was possible but just way to open to interpretation.

A heart?

Xander mused for a second. It was cliche. But it was a recognized symbol of romance.

And its not like he was going to get any better ideas. Probably.

Picking up his pencil he wrote.

Old Rule: An hour after becoming the Layer a man's pubic hair will fall out and an inch tall by inch wide birthmark of a heart will appear on the naked pubic mound.

Wait... why was he itchy... down there?

Xander was suddenly struck by the fact that he had filled his pants with his now cast off pubes. He really should have thought this thru more. He'd have to take it on faith that the birthmark showed up. No way was he pulling his pants down to check in the middle of the library where anyone passing by could see him.

Still, maybe he could use this lack of foresight to his advantage. Although it was going to be awkward. It was Giles. Even if it was New Hot Chick Giles.

Whatever, best to get this underway. He stuffed the Rulebook into the thigh pocket of his cargo pants to hide it. Clearing his throat he got ready, sitting as straight as he could in his chair.

"Hey, Giles?" He called out, loud enough to get her attention.

He watched her walk to the door, open it and lean out, keeping the phone to her ear. She looked at him expectantly.

He was blushing. He could feel how hot his face was. "Uhm, something... uhm... happened."

Quirking an eyebrow Giles silently prodded him with a wave of her free hand.

Running a hand through his hair and looking away he mumbled out, "Erm, so my pubes kinda all fell out. And its itchy. And kinda weird. Does that mean anything?"

Giles stared for almost a moment and then distractedly said into the phone, "I'll call back."