Xandra chills out at work

Xandra was finding her new body had definate advantages in her male only work environment. It was now only an hour until her shift was finished and she had hardly done a stroke of work all day. One of the crew came rushing up to her with an ice cold beer that he'd ran up and down six flights of stairs and down the street to buy for her when she mentioned she was a little thirsty. Presently she was lounging against the wall watching as two other workmates hung doors that were assigned to her work docket.

"That's so sweet of you..." Xandra thanked as she took her beer, struggling to remember the name of the guy who had never spoken to her when she was plain old Alexander Harris.

"Steve." He supplied helpfully as he admired her curves.

Xandra had discarded her plaid shirt and pulled up her tight tee shirt, knotting the middle so it left her flat belly exposed and accentuated her braless breasts. She arched her back pushing her already phenomenal bust out further and rolled the icy beerbottle across her muscled stomach erotically. Cool droplets of water clung to her skin and merged so that an icy trickle of water ran down and dribbled under the waistband of her jeans. Wearing nothing beneath the jeans the trickle of cool water continued until it pooled on the fleshy folds of her clitoral hood. Xandra shivered delightfully at the icy touch, making her huge breasts quiver.

"Thank you Steve." She said, giving him a wide smile.

Steve's pants bulged and he blushed hotly and stammered an excuse to head for the toilets. Xandra giggled and arched an eyebrow as she realised that the man almost certainly intended to jerk himself off once he was inside the john. Xandra popped off the bottlecap and took a swig of the ice cold beer.

"That's all the doors on this floor done Xandra." Carl said, approaching with the other carpenter. "You're a day ahead on your work schedule already. You can take it easy tomorrow."

Xandra wondered how much easier she could take it. Maybe if she bought a bikini after work she could spend the next day sunbathing on the roof of the building. The men were falling over themselves to help her and the occasional grope was the only price she had to pay. Sure she'd picked up a couple of little bruises on her butt from being goosed, but being a carpenter she was used to minor cuts and bruises at work.

Feeling enboldened Xandra gave each of the men a peck on the cheek with her lush lips. She wondered how they'd react if they could remember her former self. They might have some soul searching to do when she decided to change back to her male body and the glamour was lifted on their memories.

When she changed back. Was there any hurry? She was having fun in this sportscar of a body, why go back to the dull old shell that was Xander at all? She'd had a call on her cell about midday and Willow and Tara it seemed were changing their former plans and shifting both of their stuff into Xandra's spare bedroom instead of moving Willow's out.

The two lesbian witches had made it clear that they desired a sapphic menage a trois to be an ongoing arrangement. They'd be late back at the apartment as they were arranging to get their things moved out of their dorm. Xandra wondered what she would do to kill the time after work before the witches moved in. Maybe she could drop round Buffy's or visit the Bronze for a few beers?