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Old Rule: the Layer is appealing to every sense a woman has. Sight. Sound. Taste. Touch. Smell. And in rare cases of extra sensory preception: Thought.

Clearing her throat and getting his attention Giles asked, "C-could you step into my office, Xander?"

"Sure." Putting the rulebook back in his thigh pocket on his cargo pants he stood and awkwardly walked forward. The feel of his cast off pubes stuck in his undies was itchy and weird.

As he past her Giles took a deep breath and savored his scent. A little throaty moan coming from the woman.

Xander schuffled into the little office Giles had in the library. The now female Giles- who was distractingly hot in a Jane Seymour type way- was giving Xander a once over with her eyes. Shaking himself to get his mind off of the hot older woman as Xander didnt need to get an erection right now. He turned to face 'friends call me Rue' Giles as she shut the door and closed the blinds, giving them privacy.

"Okay, Giles, whats the what?"

Giles started to speak then thought better of it. She pulled her glasses off and pointed them at the five ancient looking books that were on her desk. "You asked if there is a male mystical equivalent to the Slayer."

"Yeah." He nodded his head. "Now why did my pubes fall out."

"Would... no... I.... perhaps... I... You...." the woman was clearly flustered and stumbling over herself as she tried not to look at Xander or his crotch.

"Uh, that clears things up." Xander joked. Seeing actual distress on Giles face Xander decided to make it wasy on her. "Soooo, male slayer?"

Clearing a stray long brown hair away from her face Giles centered herself and went into presentation mode. "Not as such. However, there is The Layer."

"With capital letters and everything." Xander snarked.

Giving him an imperious icy look of disapproval- which really kinda turned Xander on as stern librarian was a fantasy- Giles continued on.

"Back in the days when Demons controlled the earth, a favored tactic of the Demons to control the large population of Earth was to kill the males they had captured. The how varied. Execution. Magic. Curses. The results were more women being alive then men."

Xander felt his eyes bug out, "Say what now?"

Giles chewed on her lower lip. "Its unknown if thats why we have such a gender imbalance. Perhaps a curse left active. Magic keeping the male population down..."

Xander nodded slowly. "Sure. Sure. I can see that."

Giles shook her head, "Back on topic. The war against the demons finally reached a turning point with the arrival of two beings." She held up one finger, "The Slayer."

"Duh."

Giles gave him a roll of her eyes, "And the Layer not long after the Slayer arrived."

Xander smiled at her which caused Giles to smile back, until she shook herself and resumed her Watcher seriousness.

"Cool. So whats with the title. What's the Layer do?"

Giles went pink in the cheeks. "Repopulation."

Xander looked at her. He didnt say anything he just looked at her with one raised eyebrow.

Giles coughed and then pushed on. "Yes, well, the man who was the first Layer was instrumental in... keeping the birthrate up. Its quite possible the human race owes it survival to that man."

"Un huh." Xander made it sound disbelieving. "So cave man Wilt Chamberlain? Whats that got to do with me?"

Flustered Giles continued on. "The Layer has reappeared through out history. From time to time even pairing with a Slayer." Giles cheeks went from pink to red. "The Layer has a distinctive mark. A birthmark almost. Usually in one particular place on the body. This signifies he is the Layer."

Xander slowly nodded his head. "Groovy. Now why did my pubes fall out?"

Giles let out an exasperated grunt. "If you would be so kind as to let me check your... there..." she pointed to his crotch.

"Why?" Xander found himself blushing, despite having a hand in this happening.

"T-the Layer is... well, Watcher diaries from the past have remarked that the man is usually... often... h- hairless in that area. Which makes the, erm, the birthmark quite easy to find."

Xander couldn't help but snort, Giles trying and failing to maintain the British stiff upper lip, unflappableness and decorum was pretty funny. "You want me to take my pants off so you can look at my junk?"

Giles sighed. "Well, yes, basically."

"And this isnt a trick or anything? No pranks?" Xander asked.

"No." Giles shook her head. "I'm quite serious."

Xander put his hands on his pants fly. He looked at his crotch then over to Giles. He was nervous but this was all part of the plan to get Buffy. So it was do or die time. "You do realize if I drop trou here all my pubes will hit the floor?"

Giles looked down at his crotch then at the floor. She shrugged, "I have a broom. If you would..." she gestured at him.

Xander with only slight nerves unbuttoned, unzipped and then pushed down his pants to mid thigh.

"Oh my..."Giles gulped and put her hand over her mouth.

Without any clothes in the way Xander looked down and saw for the first time what his Rulebook had wrought. His naked pubic mound had a deep crimson heart birthmark. And below that mark was his new thick cock that was so long the head of his cock was still covered up by his boxers waistband down at his mid thigh. Under that monster of a dick was his abnormally large balls.

"Huh." Xander was kinda amazed. It looked like it had always been there. But before he got the rulebook he'd been half that size and proud of it. "Damn. Magic..."

Hearing his murmur Giles nodded her head.

Xander looked up at her, "So now what?"