Xandra goes shopping.

Xandra had finished her day at the construction site, and had got a lift home from Carl, politely refusing his offer of an afterwork drink. She watched the tv for a while, feeling pretty good about the situation she'd found herself in. By now she'd definately reached the decision to give this new body a week or two more, just to see how the other half lives. Willow and Tara would still be another two or three hours, they'd had paperwork to do about leaving the dorm, a wiccan meeting and the hassle of moving their belongings to occupy them.

The programme that Xandra had been watching came to an end and some other show that she had no interest in came on. She got up quickly to change the channel and her breasts bounced around inside her tee shirt as she lurched up.

"Damn, these puppies kinda throw you off balance." She muttered to herself looking down at the large mounds.

"I knew there was something I'd forgotten." Xandra suddenly realised. "I've still got nothing to wear underneath my regular clothes."

Xandra looked at the clock, time had pressed on since work and it was beginning to get dark outside. There was a mall nearby though and she was certain that she could still get some underclothes for about another hour. She rushed to the shower, stripping off on the route and leaving a trail of clothing behind her.

Thirty minutes later pressed up against the tiled wall, with the shower head pressed between her spread thighs on full blast and in the throes of her third orgasm Xandra remembered the mall again. She shot out of the shower and quickly dried and dressed, jeans and shirts were about all she owned, but at least she could throw on clean ones. She dashed out of the apartment and made it to the mall with fifteen minutes until the clothes store closed. She made a beeline for womens lingerie.

The racks of lace, satin and cotton were frankly confusing, all Xandra wanted was two or three pairs of panties and some sturdy reinforced bras to keep her breasts under control. She saw a rack of sports bras and sighed in relief, they'd be just the thing.

The next problem came up as she went to pick a size. She looked down at her tits frowning, then in a mirror turning back and forth.

"What the hell size are these anyway?" She swore.

"40DD." Came the reply in a English accent right behind her.

Xandra nearly jumped out of her skin, dropping the sportsbras on the floor and turning around. She was face to face with a blonde vampire that she knew very well indeed, and was one of the last people she really wanted to bump into here and now.

"Spike?" She spluttered. "What the fuck are you doing in here?"

"Me?" Spike asked. "I...err. I was just looking for the...errr. How come you don't know the size of your own tits anyway?"

Spike changed the subject. He looked suspiciously at Xandra, something wasn't right about this, but he couldn't think what. He searched his memories of Xandra to try and place what was different, nothing seemed to have changed at all. He concentrated a little more.

"You know, now that I think about it, you've never worn a bra before that I recall." He said slowly, looking very puzzled. "And yet I don't think I'd noticed it before."

He looked down at the huge and blatently obvious, tits packing out Xandras shirt. He frowned again. When he was a big bad, he'd obsessed about biting Buffy, but during odd moments he'd had time to fantasise about biting Willow, Dawn, Joyce and in fact any female who he came into contact with.

"I've never wanted to bite you." He said increduously.

"What? Thank god for that." Xandra said. "Are you sure about the 40DD?"