Slutty schoolgirl, bad. (and British apparently)

In the Summer house it was as normal a night as could be expected for a household where one daughter was a vampire slayer and the other was a magically created transdimensional key. Giles had just arrived from the airport with vague warnings that he had grave news from the watchers council. Joyce was busy making Buffy a packed lunch to take with her on tonights patrol. Spike, well Spike didn't really have anywhere else to go and was just hanging around mooching snacks from Joyce.

"It's awfully good of you to let me bunk down on your couch at such short notice Joyce." Giles was saying. "I would have been happy to use a motel."

"Nonsense." Joyce replied. "What are friends for? You look like you need a good home cooked meal after your journey. This way I'll be just up the stairs, second on the right if you need anything during the night. Anything at all Rupert."

"Mother!" Buffy cried. "I'm not a girl anymore, I got over the ewww factor of the stevadore sex years ago. If you want Giles to spend the night in your room just ask him."

Giles and Joyce both blushed. Spike, eating one of Joyce's raisin cookies looked up and grinned.

"Does that mean the couch is free?" Spike asked.

"NO!" Buffy shouted. "What are you doing here anyway? can't you go and lurk in a crypt until sundown."

"What go outside now?" Spike protested, clutching his heavy duty security blanket. Under it's shade he'd made it to Buffy's slightly singed, but in one piece.

Suddenly the front door burst open and a slim figure dashed inside. Slamming the door shut, the new arrival braced her back against it breathing hard.

"Luv a duck." The girl exclaimed. "That bleeding nonce almost 'ad me."

All heads turned and stared with open mouths.

"DAWN?" Everyone shouted in shocked surprise.

Dawn was somewhat altered since she'd left for school in the morning. Most noticably her breasts had swollen to a D cup, which on her slender body appeared freakishly huge. Her clothes too had changed dramatically, her short skirt had splits so far up the sides it was more like two separate rectangles of cloth that barely covered her ass and crotch. Through the split sides it could be seen that her sensible pantyhose were now replaced by black stockings and garters. Her white blouse was the same, but to allow for the expansion of her breasts was unbuttoned so that her heaving cleavage was visible. A diagonally striped tie hung loosely round the neck of the blouse, the ends hanging between the valley of her enormous breasts. Dawn's pigtails now stood out on either side of her head and a buff coloured straw boater with a black band around the crown perched jauntily on her head. Clutched in her hands was a field hockey stick.

Everyone stared at Dawn for several seconds, not knowing which of the many questions they should ask first. Finally Joyce spoke up hesitantly.

"Dawn darling, what happened to you?"

"Gawd 'elp us muvver." Dawn started in an outrageous British accent. "Some geezer dressed as a rozzer is after me aris. I 'ad to 'ave it away right sharpish."

"Rupert?" Joyce said plaintively, looking to Giles for guidence.

"How extraordinary." Giles said. "Even by Sunnydale standards. She appears to be speaking cockney. A street patois from the east end of London. I think she said that a man dressed as a police officer is after her..erm..aris, whatever that is."

"Aristotle, rhymes with bottle. Bottle and glass, arse." Spike added helpfully. "I was born in Whitechapel, Cockneys my native language."

"Nah luv." Spike said to Dawn. "Lemme 'ear the jackanory."