Fix it, fix it, fix it

Trusting that his power could work at distance Xander proclaimed, "Buffy Summers believes that tonight finished with her taking Giles home and dropping him off at his place, safe and sound. Because Giles is home, safe and sound, I totally didnt forget about him and left him on the ground, alone, at night, in Sunnydale. Uhm, whatelse.... Buffy doesnt remember anything about Xander's power, found money or growing..."

"Wait." Xander slapped his face. "The money! I forgot the money!"

Of course, he realized there was a problem with that money, being linked to a notorious crime and all. "Xander Harris has all the money that was found tonight on his bed and it is untraceable and completely normal, not wanted by the cops or F.B.I. or anybody. Its clean as in not muddy or dirty and clean as in not crime related."

Xander grinned at the two very clean bulging bags of cash that showed up on his bed. He shook himself and tried to remember what else he should be fixing. What else had he fucked up tonight. Buffy. Okay how to fix Buffy? Just reverse the little changes he had made and then he didnt have to worry about resizing clothes or any other changes to cover his fixes. On the other hand...

"Buffy Summers has always been an ash blonde who has naturally grown to be six feet tall since she came to Sunnydale." Xander said and was pleased to see that while everything happened as it had always happened he had two different versions of events: original Buffy and the new and improved Buffy.

"Hmmm." New and improved Buffy was still a lot like original Buffy in that she didnt have a lot in the way of curves. Xander knew it was stupidly cavemanish to notice that and totally not cool... but he was who he was. He had to admit that it was slightly worse now. When she was five foot three at least her small curves fit her body but now? On the larger body? She looked positively flat.

"Now lets see... Cordy had a C cup... last time she let me play with them and they were great." Xander imagined the boobs he had so happily fondled. They were great. But they were great because he had gotten to play with them. He'd heard Cordelia gripe about how much a boob job would cost her at least twice so obviously C cups weren't that great.

Buffy could have better boobs... should have better boobs. So what were better boobs? Cordy's C cups? D cups? Double D cups... was that an old worn out cliche or the perfect fit? Bigger? Would bigger effect her slaying?

Well, Xander shrugged, with his new power it didnt have to affect her if he said it didnt have to.

That was a good point. Nothing was bad unless he said it was bad. And he now knew if he screwed up he could fix it really fast.

"When her growth spurt started in Sunnydale Buffy also began growing into a pair of beautiful 40 Double D boobs that in no way hinder or hurt her as a normal woman and as a Slayer."

Xander grinned as his newer memories chronicled the growth of Buffy's new bountiful boobs as she steadily shot up in height. The Double D's were a good choice, nice and bouncy with plenty of jiggle but not too big as to interfere with Buffy being the Slayer.

"I'm getting the hang of this." He snickered.