They cast a glamour on Xandra.

"No real need to worry your pretty little head over that Xandra." Willow said, somewhat condescendingly. "The rest of it was just magicy stuff. What it means is that nobody outside this room will remember that you have not always been a girl."

"But this is all reversable, right?" Xandra asked glancing from witch to witch. "After a couple of days you can turn everything back to normal."

"Of course, more or less." Willow hedged. "There is a slight problem. There will probably be residual memory conflicts. Everyone will remember what you do and say, it's just their perception of your sex that's altered."

"That works equally while you're in this scrummy body too." Tara added. "If you run into any highschool buddies, they'll still remember you standing next to them in the showers after gym. Only they'll remember you standing there as a girl with a great pair of tits and a knockout ass."

"Yes, so there might be moments of confusion." Willow concluded.

Xandra thought a moment, she wasn't that close to anyone she went to highschool with outside of the scooby gang. How much of a problem could it be? Being one of the beautiful people for a day or two was worth the odd moment of embaressment and confusion.

"What the hell, go for it." Xandra decided loudly and firmly.

Willow ran to her old bedroom and pulled a box out from under the bed and rummaged for the spell components she needed. Returning to Xandra's bedroom she conferred with Tara and the girls prepared. Willow began to fashion a small dolly out of clay whilst Tara lit a blck candle and mumbled an incantation over a disturbingly long wavy bladed dagger.

"How's that?" Willow asked, holding up the finished clay figure.

"Xandra looked, the figurine appeared to have three legs then when she saw the two head sized balls beneath the central leg, she laughed.

"Jesus Willow, no wonder you went gay if that's how you see boys" Xandra said. "Whoever that is would be in a freak show."

"It's you dummy." Willow told Xandra. "As you were anyway. If I made it to scale I wouldn't have enough clay for the spell."

"I just need a little of your blood to personalise the glamour." Tara asked, holding up the wicked looking knife. "Close your eyes and hold out your hand."

Extremely nervously Xandra did as she was asked, screwing her eyes tightly shut. Xandra flinched when Tara grabbed her hand. She felt a sharp pain in her finger and opened one eye cautiously, Tara still held the knife, but had a small pin in her other hand and had pricked her fingertip with this. A single, large round drop of blood welled up from the pinprick. Tara guided Xandra's finger and smeared the blood down the length of the dagger's blade and passed the knife to Willow.

"GENDARA, OBSCURATO, HISTORIA." Willow loudly and solemnly intoned, and with a quick stab severed the oversized clay penis and testicles from the little mannequin.

"Oooh jesus, Willow." Xandra protested. "That made me wince even if I don't have danglies anymore."

Willow ignored the comment and devided the snipped off clay into two parts and rolled them into round lumps and pressed them onto the little figures chest, then with the tip of the blade she made a little slit between the models legs in crude representation of a vaginal cleft.

"There all done." Willow announced. "We'll need to keep the dolly safe though. If it's destroyed the glamour will be dispelled."

"You think the breasts are a little uneven?" Xandra fretted, looking at the doll closely and then cupping her own huge rack and peering anxiously down at them.

"Xandra relax." Tara reassured her new playmate. "It's purely symbolic, you won't have lopsided boobies just because the doll has."

"Now that is out of the way and Xandra's going to be staying a while I think we should get to know her a little more intimately." Willow said to Tara.