The next morning.

Xander opened his eyes under protest when his alarm clock started ringing, he'd been having a particularly messed up erotic dream even by his standards. This one had been about being a ravishingly beautiful woman and having several hours of steamy and energetic sex with Willow and Tara. He smiled and wriggled, half asleep as he replayed the wet dream in his head. The fact that something wasn't quite right slowly impinged on Xander's fantasy. He did a mental check to locate it's source. There it was, an unfamiliar tickling down in his crotch. It was almost as though someone's fingers were gently wriggling in his...PUSSY!

Xandra shot bolt upright in her bed, feeling the bounce from her DD tits as she jerked up. She stared around, memories from the previous night flooding back into her sleep fuddled mind as she beheld the scene in her bedroom. Tara and Willow it seemed, had never made it back to their dorm. One lay on each side of Xandra, shifting sleepily and murmering at the disturbance of her sudden movement. Willow's hand covered Xandra's pussy and the ticklish feeling was her fingers which wriggled gently inside the damp pouch of Xandra's sex. Gently and carefully, to avoid waking the redhaired witch, Xandra gripped Willow's wrist and eased the fingers from her snatch and moved Willow's arm aside. She inched to the foot of the bed on her bottom, pausing with held breath each time one of her girlfriends stirred.

Making it clear of the naked lesbians, Xandra stood up and went to stare at herself in the wardrobe mirror. Just to be sure that she wasn't still dreaming she pinched her nipples hard and was rewarded with twin stabs of pain in her chest, which sent shivers down her body all the way to her crotch. Under the self administered **** her nipples stiffened instantly, jutting slightly upward from her dark areolea with adorable perkiness. In the full light of day, and despite having risen from sleep only moments before, Xandra's new form was an adolescent male's walking wetdream. And as last night's events had proved, a wetdream for any woman so inclined as well. From her beautiful, fine boned facial features down to her powerful, but smoothly sleek legs there wasn't a detail that Xandra could see that wasn't an ideal fantasy.

"Nice all over tan." Xandra congratulated herself, seeing her twin bronzed orbs from Xander working shirtless in the sun.

"Then again, perhaps not." She amended, as she looked down further and saw the tan lines from wearing shorts.

"Oh my god, I'm a bald eagle." Xandra squeaked in a whisper, quiet enough not to rouse the slumbering girls.

Xandra's pubic mound was indeed bald and as her exploratory fingers confirmed as smooth and stubble free as the proverbial baby's bottom. As she was now, only barely aroused, her outer labial lips were closed like a plump, fleshy clamshell. The fact that the alarm clock had roused her at the regular time that Xander rose and went to work at the construction site occurred to Xandra. Though the witches had appeared certain that an illusion was in place that would enable Xandra to pass her new body off to those that new her without difficulty, the fact still hadn't been put to the test. Since changing and having the glamour cast Xandra had hardly stirred from the bed, too delighted by the novel experiance of a sapphic threesome to find out if she was indeed magically camoflaged in her new identity.

"Oh shit, what will I wear?" Xandra suddenly thought with panic.

The precaution of buying women's clothing in his size for just such an emergancy had strangely never occurred to Xander Harris. Though there was still plenty of Willow's things in her room, it was fairly obvious that the witches dress sense would not be appropriate for a construction worker and even if she had something suitable the slender redhead's clothing would never fit the larger and more curvaceous body.

"Well girls." Xandra said, staring down at her huge rack. "It looks like you'll bouncing freely today."

"And you." She patted her pussy gently. "Will be going commando."

Xandra hunted around her apartment, retrieving and pulling on her scattered workclothes from the widely distributed places that the witches had tossed them to the previous night. Her tee-shirt was still way too tight, strained over her massive breasts tightly with her nipples embaressingly evident due to her experimental self ****. Her jeans were too baggy, though tightening the belt a couple of notches more than usual at least held them up. Two rolled up socks had to be stuffed into the toes of Xandra's steel capped riggers to make them almost comfortable. At last dressed, Xandra checked her appearence in the mirror. She still looked more like a calender pin up in worker's costume than she did a skilled carpenter, but at least her dress conformed to the standard expected at the construction site. Donning a hardhat and flourescent vest Xandra picked up her toolbox and belt, Xandra heard a twin blast on a carhorn that her work buddy, Carl used to signal that he was waiting with her lift to work.

"Wait till they get a load of me." Xandra giggled nervously and rushed out of her apartment.