Cordelia Chase

"This one!" said Andrew. "Cordy! Back when I was in Grade 9 she was a hot cheerleader in Grade 12!"

"That's all fine and dandy," said Lorne. "But Sleeping Beauty's in a coma and a kiss won't wake her up."

Andrew was ****, but he wasn't exactly going to fuck Cordy in her sleep. "Well how can I wake her up?"

Lorne paused, and thought. "We don't know either, but I guess you could try a projection spell."

"What?"

"It will project her spirit and mind out of her body and give it form for a temporary time. So you'd be sleeping with a fake Cordy, controlled by the real Cordy, who's in a coma?"

Andrew stared blankly. "What?" he repeated.

"Just Go to Research & Development and ask for a projection spell. Tell 'em the jolly green guy sent you.

Andrew went and got the spell, then went to Cordy's hospital room. He chanted, fumbling on the Latin, but getting the gist of it. When it was done a huge burst came from Cordy, a spirit seeming to leave, then re-format in mid-air. There she was, as beautiful as ever, with wavey black hair, ample tits, and a nice form. Sleep had done her spirit well.

"Hello," said Andrew.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"I'm the guy who awoke you and projected your spirit and crap."

"Then I guess I need to re-pay you," she said with a smile. She always had a thing for younger men... And older men, for that matter.

"I guess you do!" said Andrew.

"Twenty bucks enough?"

"Oh."

"I'm kidding," she laughed, before walking her spirit-shell form over to him.