Xander

“Oh man, my head,” said Xander as he rubbed the spot where his head had hit the statue. “Note to self, next time don’t move the hand out of the way to try and stop Warren, mostly because he was several feet away.”

“Who is Warren master?” asked a familiar voice.

Turning around Xander saw a sight he had only dreamed about. Buffy in a tight cheerleader uniform holding a leash in each hand. The leash in her right hand leading to a kneeling Kendra who wore an erotic jungle girl outfit, and the hairs he saw peaking out revealed that the Jamaican girl wasn’t wearing anything under the loin cloth. The leash in Buffy’s right hand led to a standing Faith who was wearing something that resembled her normal attire, that is to say tight biking leathers that showed off every inch of her body. Both Buffy and Kendra looked like they had grown a couple of cup sizes.

“There is no way this can be as good as it looks,” said Xander as he tried to think of any other changes that may have been made due to his lust and costume fettish.