You can do that?

Xander ran Anya's words thru his mind one more time and he was still stuck on something she had said, "Um, what do you mean improve the female student body?"

Anya leaned towards him, whispering into his ear. "I mean if you decide that all the girls in your school should be a certain shape or size to please you, you need only wish it."

Anya pulled away and putting her hands up under her breasts she hefted them up, proffering them to Xander. "Giant jugs or itty bitty titties. With but a wish every woman in Sunnydale will meet your criteria."

"Sure, let's freak out the whole female population of Sunnydale by giving everyone an unnecessary boob job." Xander shook his head. "No dice, I'm not looking to be hunted by an angry mob of women. Again."

Anya chuckled, "But why would they be angry with you, My Master? With but a wish these would be the breasts they have always known, the breasts that they had grown into naturally. No one would know the real reason for their large breasts but you and I."

"You could do that?" Xander asked befuddled by the power it would take to effect all those women. "Go back in.... Time and space and... all that?"

Anya smiled at him, "As I said, Master, I have few if any limits."

Xander just stared blankly at her for a second. He turned to look away and shook his head, "Holy shit. This is heavy, man."

Anya just waited patiently. Watching intently at her wonderful Master who was silently arguing with himself. Waiting for the next wish she could grant to please him.

"You... um, you said you can't raise the dead. Right?"

"Correct." Anya nodded, thrn grinned, "But I do have the power to alter events and change outcomes. It will be like that person had never died."

Xander narrowed his eyes at her, "And no zombie funny business, monkeys paw twilight zone twist?"

"No Master."

Running a hand through his hair Xander was suddenly paralyzed by who to resurrect. Kendra, Ms. Calendar, Ampata...