There’s more than one magic user in Sunnydale

Faith kept an eye out; she’d always kept her ear to the ground when it came to less reputable locations, and back when she’d been with the Mayor he’d kept track of places like this.

As fun as Willow was, if she wouldn’t cast the kind of spell Faith wanted then she’d need to go elsewhere.

Ok, it might not be the best part of Sunnydale to be walking around naked in, but what did she care? It wasn’t her body, and even in Buffy’s she was still a Slayer. She wandered down the street, brushing blonde hair back away from her face.

So it was down there, and along…

Faith turned the corner and found herself facing a slightly rundown looking building. Taking a moment to bask in the cool wind on her body, she hurried nearer.

She pushed her way past the door into what looked like a waiting room, a handful of people sitting around; most stared at her the moment she went inside. She waved.

That was maybe a dozen more people she could add to the rapidly growing list of people who’d seen Buffy naked. Good times.

“I don’t think you’re in the right place girlie,” one said. She turned, absently keeping her arms by her sides.

“Nah, definitely looks right,” Faith said. “What’s-his-name’s, Rack, something like that, right? Warlock with some major mojo, did a couple of favours for the former mayor, had a side business with handing out power. Seems like the right place to me.”

“And what’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?” he said. “Dark magic’s not for everyone.”

Faith shrugged. “I want a spell. Rest I’ll take up with the big man.”

The magic addict stirred. For a moment it seemed like he was going to take a step closer; then the door opened, and a figure in simple clothes with long hair came into view. He surveyed the room, relatively disinterested.

Ok, bit of a creep, Faith would admit. Then again she wasn’t one to judge.

“Hey, Rack, right?” Faith said.

“I haven’t seen you before,” he said. She shrugged.

He squinted, peering at her. Faith fidgeted. She wasn’t self-conscious, if anything she revelled in showing off Buffy’s body, but there was still something piercing about his gaze.

It was like he could see the mismatch between her and her stolen body. Faith shifted, but quickly stiffened, staring back.

“Wanted to ask for a spell,” Faith said.

“Can you pay?” he said.

Faith crouched, not particularly bothered about pushing B’s ass out, and pulled a wad of cash she’d found in Buffy’s room out from her shoe. She tossed it over; Rack glanced at it, and nodded, gesturing for her to follow.

Faith followed into the back room. It was a pretty dingy place, but there was something electric in the air, some stray energy from all the magic that got handed out all over.

The door shut behind them.

“So,” Faith said, “Don’t suppose you can manage a spell to keep me from getting dressed?”

“And why would you want a thing like that?” Rack said. He turned.

“My business,” Faith said. “Can you do it? And I mean totally. This body never wearing so much as a bow tie ever again. Some spell to make it permanent.”

Rack paused. He regarded her curiously.

“I can,” he said.

“And if the payment’s not enough, take a good long look,” Faith said. “Surely that’s worth something.”

Rack didn’t blink. Faith shifted, swaying a little, hoping it was convincing. Rack gave a low chuckle.

“I see,” he said. “Consider it done.”

Faith grinned. Score.

She half-expected to be jumped as soon as she returned to ‘her’ room. Willow had been as good as her word and let slip that she had found a way to reverse the body-swap, Buffy had been rather eager to get back her body from the Slayer that enjoyed exposing her, and cue this.

Faith shifted, tied up, as Buffy let herself be restrained next to her.

“You know, if you wanted a bit of bondage fun you could have at least asked,” Faith said.

“Shut it, Faith,” Buffy said, from Faith’s lips. Faith chuckled.

The moment they were both unable to move, Willow fit some enchanted creation onto Buffy’s hands, not unlike the device Faith had used. She guided their hands together-

Faith felt a familiar rush, the sense of speeding and surging, leaving her body behind for a long few seconds before…

Home sweet home. Faith shifted, stretched her legs out experimentally. Felt good to be back in the real deal.

Huh, her pants itched.

She wriggled, working on the ropes that kept her in place. Meanwhile Buffy was freed, now they were back in their own bodies. It was just Faith they didn’t trust to be free.

Especially after their little lie to the Watcher’s Council to protect Buffy, they couldn’t go back on that and turn Faith into them.

Buffy scrambled over to her drawers, one arm crossed over her tits, blushing furiously as she bared her ass to her friends. Willow, Giles, Xander, Riley and even Tara were gathered to help with the ritual; Giles was awkwardly looking at the ceiling, while the others couldn’t quite take their eyes off her.

Buffy pulled a top out quickly, only to yelped as it leapt from her hands. She struggled to catch it, watching it fall to the floor. It backed away as she tried to reach for it.

Buffy squealed frantically; Faith laughed.

“Told you you looked better like that, B,” she said.

“What did you do?!” Buffy yelped. She straightened slightly, rather than bending over to try and pick up her shirt, one arm over her boobs and the other hiding her pussy as though the entire room hadn’t already seen it.

“What do you think?” Faith said. “Tracked down a warlock, asked for a favour. Who wouldn’t want to help?”

Buffy whimpered; Faith smirked.

Huh. Her top really did feel uncomfortable. Don’t tell her Buffy had tried some cheap prank or-

There was a sudden tearing sound as Faith’s clothes suddenly ripped right off of her. Faith blinked, glancing down, momentarily and uncharacteristically lost for words as she suddenly found herself in the same boat as Buffy.

Several eyes turned to her. She was somewhat appreciative of the fact Willow seemed conflicted as to whether to stare at the newly nude Faith, or her best friend.

Huh. Faith blinked.

“Wait, you had a spell cast on you in Buffy’s body?” Tara said. “Spells affect both the soul and the body, if you did that then it’d stay affecting her, but it’d carry over with your soul too when you-”

“Yeah, kinda got that,” Faith said.

She glanced down, long, toned legs brushing against each other. And still tied up; she shifted, almost chuckling at how used she was to feeling the air on her chest after the last couple of days.

“Never mind that!” Buffy yelped. “How do we break it?!”

“If the same spell’s been split over body and soul, it’d need to be broken for both you and Faith simultaneously,” Willow said. she hesitated, looking between the two Slayers and swallowing. “I… I don’t know how to break it for one.”

“So basically, for so long as I’m naked, Buffy’s stuck the same way?” Faith said. She cocked her head. “Worth it.”

Buffy squeaked.