The Big Bads.

Vampwillow and Faith/Buffy at last reemerged from getting changed, it had taken them about an hour to throw on some clothes, during which time Glory had exhauseted two male vampires and a minor demon. The two evil lookalikes were still hand in hand and from their flushed faces and giggling it could be surmised that most of the time lost hadn't been spent trying on clothing.

Glorificus had shed her dress and had been relaxing by fucking some of her minions wearing only her high heels. Glory lifted herself off the semi conscious vampire who's cock she had been squatting on and riding like a rodeo bronco buster. She stared at the two doppelgangers and sighed.

"Tweedledumb and Tweedledumber, come here a moment." Glory said, innocently. "The plan is for you to impersonate Buffy and Willow isn't it?"

The two evil girls walked closer to Glory and halted just in front of her. From their dubious expressions it was dawning on them that they'd made an error.

"What the fuck are you two wearing?" Glory demanded.

The false Buffy was wearing a leather waistcoat, assless leather chaps, a tiny black G-string and motorcycle boots. Vampwillow had a tightly cinched red satin corset, thigh high lace up black boots and a studded black leather thong. Both girl's make up was pretty thick and consisted mostly of black and bright red. They took a look at each other and then at themselves.

"I think we look pretty hot." Faith in Buffy's body protested.

Glory raised both hands and flicked both girls on the forehead. This usually wouldn't sound too violent, but Glory was still a goddess and getting flicked like that by her was roughly the same as someone else smacking you between the eyes with a clawhammer. Both girls reeled away clutching their heads in pain.

"You're not meant to look fricking hot." Glory snarled. "You're meant to look like a prissy teenager and a drippy hippy."

Glory threw her hands up in despair and pulled at her permed hair in exasperation.

"You two look like fricking extras from a mad max movie." Glory railed. "I mean who wears studded leather G-strings in real life?"

The crocodile nosed sorcerer, standing just behind Glory, slowly put his hand up. When he looked around and realised he was the only one with his hand up and that every other minion was staring at him in disgust, he quickly put it down again. Glory glanced around, just too late to catch the raised hand and stared at the magic user suspiciously, who turned a brighter hade of green.

"They are studded on both sides." VampWillow groaned unhelpfully, still pretty messed up from being flicked in the head by a deity.

"T...M...I." Glory said slowly, sounding off each letter.

The goddess grabbed an ear of each of her henchdoubles and dragged them back towards the rooms were the clothes had been stored. The two women made painful noises with the incredibly strong grip holding their earlobes and were **** to scoot along bent almost double by the grip.

"Ok time for your goddess to give you a make over." Glory declared. "The dominatrix hooker look is so last year."

Glory dragged the squealing and struggling girls out of the room and slammed the door behind her. For the next ten minutes there was the sound of heavy objects being thrown around and shrieks and screams. At last all three reappered, FaithBuffy now had jeans, ankleboots and a strappy top and VampWillow had a kneelength dress in burgandy with lime pantyhose. Their makeup was mostly gone with only subtle colours remaining.

"Right, that's more like it." Glory said, releasing the two. "Now get out there and start doing some evil. Take a couple of vamps each, split the scoobies up and get them alone and take them out one by one. Got it?"

The dastardly duo nodded, rubbing their ears to get the pain to subside.

"I meant now!" Glory screamed.