Think it through

Xander blew out a deep breath and admitted to himself that indecision was hard. Too many choices. Pros and cons. Not helped by the fact that he wasn't entirely sure what he even wanted to happen.

He wanted to 'improve' Ms. Calendar. Just a touch. She was already a fox so he didn't need to do much to her body. Just get her to loosen up a little mentally, maybe. Just enough to let her freak flag fly.

Was it wrong that he kinda wanted naughtier, more playful Jenny Calendar? Like Elvira with the double entendres and innuendo. And he certainly wouldnt say no to cleavage like Elvira's notorious boobs.

That didn't feel wrong. He wasnt mind controlling her into killing babies or cannibalism.

And he knew what he didn't want.

What he didn't want was a dowdy plain boring SNL's Church Lady Jenny Calendar. They did not need that on the Hellmouth.

He jolted as he noticed that the drone blank slate stare Jenny had due to his magic question was wearing off. Jenny was blinking her eyes and sluggishly moving her hands up to rub at her eyes.

Shit. Do or die time.

"Jenny, would you rather be like Elvira, Madonna, Pam Anderson and a hundred other women who are open and, erm, free about their sexuality and their body and what their wants and desires are or would you rather be like a boring, self righteous, moral majority, self hating type of woman?"

The blank state drone state returned as Jenny answered, "More like Elvira, Madonna and Pam Anderson."

Xander once again found himself staring as to his surprise Jenny changed. She remained under five feet tall but now she sported a massive Elvira sized chest on that slight frame. Coupled with a more generously rounded Elvira sized rump. All showed off in an impossibly tight little black dress with a lot of cleavage exposed.

He probably shouldn't have been surprised by this outcome but he was. He had been thinking of the mentality involved. But... if Jenny was thinking about more than just the mental... if she was thinking about the body types involved?

It was an important lesson to learn, he supposed. The question depended on more than just what he thought. It also depended on what the questioner thought.

Which was kind of a 'no duh' revelation to have. Still, the more you know and all that.

Deciding it was better to quit while ahead Xander decided against asking another question and just waited for Jenny to come out of the stupor his question caused.

With a saucy grin the new Jenny Calendar gave Xander a once over, "So... Xander, you had a question? Why did you need to pump," she winked at him, "me for more information?"

Xander had to hold back a chuckle when she winked at him during her wink and purring delivery of the word pump. He wanted a naughtier, flirtier Ms. Calendar. And it looks like he got one.

He hoped this wasnt going to come back to bit him in the butt.