Fic: Gender Theory 2/?
I can't believe I put sex in only the second part of this fic! Porn, it's like a drug.
Disclaimer: I don't own BtVS. Joss was nice enough to turn a blind eye while I play with his toys.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer
pervious
His parents left hours ago, Jessica walked out of the room livid and didn’t say goodbye. Anthony gave Xander a kiss on the cheek and sheepish smile then told him they’d be back tomorrow to bring him home. Xander laid in the hospital bed feeling like he was in alternate universe… oh, right, he was. He tried to absorb what little information he gleaned from his folks during their hour-long visit. Granted his mother yelled at him for the better part of that hour, but Xander was still able to figure a few things out.
The scariest was that girl-him was good at school. Xander had a feeling if Antonia didn’t have book learning on her side Jessica would be a whole lot less nice and understanding. Considering his mom wasn’t exactly any of those things in the first place… gulp.
The most disheartening fact he learned was that Anthony never heard of Willow Rosenberg. Xander asked if Willow was checked into the same hospital and Anthony gave him a blank look then asked if she was one of Xander’s friends. Jessica wasn’t talking to Xander by then so if she knew Willow she didn’t say. Xander mulled over his non-friend-ness with Willow and was led unwillingly down paths he didn’t want to go. He wondered what kind of person girl-him was that Willow was a stranger and what kind of person Willow might be that girl-him didn’t see what he saw when he first met Willow.
Xander didn’t bother mentioning Buffy or Giles to his parents because if Willow wasn’t a known bud then the Slayer and her Watcher probably weren’t Antonia’s friends either. Still, he needed to find out for sure. Xander pressed the call button and a minute later a female nurse entered the room.
Looks like I scared Danny boy away, Xander thought after seeing the plump, gray haired woman in a light pink nurses uniform.
“Is everything alright?” the nurse asked.
“May I please have a phone?”
The nurse smiled broadly and said, “Why sure! I bet there’s someone special you want to talk to, isn’t there, sweetheart? I’ll have someone come hook one up for you right away.”
“Thanks,” Xander replied, the nurse’s insinuation was not lost on him but he had too much on his mind to figure out why she acted like they had some big secret between them. The nurse winked at him then left. Ten minutes later a maintenance man arrived and installed a push button phone in the room on the nightstand next to the bed. When the man was gone Xander picked up the receiver and dialed Buffy’s long ago memorized phone number, praying it was identical in this reality. The phone rang twice before someone picked up on the other end.
“Hello?” it was Mrs. Summers.
“Hi, Mrs. Summers, this is… Antonia Harris, a friend of your daughter,” I hope so, anyway, “may I speak to her?”
“Antonia?”
“Yes.” Xander didn’t like the note of uncertainty in Mrs. Summers’ voice. He wasn’t surprised she didn’t know him but it sucked to hear her suspicion of him.
“I’m sorry, she’s out with friends tonight.”
“Do you know if they’re at the Bronze?” Xander asked, though he knew Mrs. Summers was lying about Buffy being with friends. It was possible Buffy was at the Bronze, but not very likely. If this reality’s timeline was in any way similar to his then Mrs. Summers was covering for Buffy.
“I-I’m not sure, they might have gone to a movie,” Joyce said.
“That’s okay, I’ll catch up with her at school.”
“Wait, would you like to leave a message for her?”
“I… no. I was just calling to say hi. Goodbye, Mrs. Summers.”
“Goodbye, Antonia.”
Xander hung up and sighed. That settles that, Antonia definitely was not in the know. Which meant Giles would not be talkative when some chick he didn’t know from Suzy came to him with stories about Chaos Wizards, alternate realities, and gender switches.
And Speaking of chicks he didn’t know… Xander kept putting it off but he knew he’d have to face it eventually. There was no better time to do that than now, while he was alone and guaranteed some modicum of privacy. Sliding from under the covers, Xander swung off the bed and stood barefoot on the cold linoleum floor. Grabbing the IV pole with his left hand, Xander padded over to the bathroom inside his room and stepped inside.
Confronted by his reflection in the mirror above the sink, now it was real. He really was a girl. It was like as long as he didn’t look at his chest and ignored the extra space between his thighs he could live in his thoughts where he was 100% male and no one could tell him different. But the mirror in front of him displayed the undeniable truth. Xander did have red hair. It was longish, a girl or a boy could wear the style-if the boy was secure enough in his masculinity, or was a J-Pop singer. Not only did Xander have hair the same shade of red as his mother’s, but he looked like her, too. He was younger, but there was no doubt Jessica squeezed Antonia from her loins.
Ew. I could have phrased that better.
He was fine boned, but there was nothing weak about his features. In fact everything was too sharp; his nose was narrow and pointed, his jaw-line was square and strong, but his chin was like the tip of a dagger. Xander felt his cheekbones; they were high but invisible underneath healthy cheeks. His complexion was beige. Not unlike his real skin, just softer and smoother, with much less stubble.
Xander always wanted poutier lips, lips like Brad Pitt, hell, he wanted to look like Brad Pitt, but since there was only so much plastic surgery could accomplish he settled for coveting the movie star’s lips. As a girl Xander got his wish. They weren’t lusciously plump, like, say, Angelina Jolie’s, but they would have held Xander captivated if wrapped around a banana. His eyes were the same color as they were in his real body; even the shape of them was the same. He was sort of pretty.
Xander dared look further down his new body and felt heat rise in his cheeks. He quickly closed then locked the bathroom door. Reaching behind his back Xander pulled on the tie-strings of his gown and loosened them. The gown slipped off his shoulders and he stopped it from falling farther. Xander took a deep breath, steadied himself then let the gown fall from his bosom, catching the top of it with his forearms at his stomach.
“Whoa,” Xander whispered, “I got nice tits.”
And he did, too. Smaller than most guys would have preferred, most guys being Xander, but he was by no means flat. His breasts were round, about the size of grapefruits and appeared firm. His nipples were pale pink and, man, he was pointy everywhere it seemed. Xander wanted to touch them but felt weird and decided to check out the rest of his new body instead. He dropped the gown a little more and saw his stomach was flat and toned, beyond toned actually. He had a scary looking six-pack; veins were popping out and everything. Xander ran his fingers over his belly and traced the muscles and they felt as hard as they looked.
“Damn, what is she? Some kind of fitness freak?”
Eager to see what else this body had to offer, Xander maneuvered the gown around the IV and got naked. Hey, he really was a red head! Xander gave him self a good once over and found he probably had more muscle now than he did in his guy body. Judging by the rest of him it was a wonder he didn’t have man-arms. His hips flared pleasantly enough and his thighs were slender and well defined, but his calves could have belonged to a pro soccer player-they literally bulged with muscle. Xander looked over his shoulder and found his ass was also a bit too muscle-y and curved out like a gymnast's: it wasn’t too bad, though.
Oh, yeah, no doubt about it, girl-me spends lots of time in a gym.
Antonia certainly had a fit body. It just wasn’t to Xander’s taste. Antonia’s face was nice but her body was overly athletic. Xander liked women who had softer, more delicate bodies. Yeah, he had a mad crush on Buffy who could kick his ass if both her arms were broken, but she was still petite. And, no, Cordelia wasn’t diminutive like Buffy; she was taller and built from years of cheerleading. Yet Cordelia’s shape possessed very womanly, mouth-watering curves. Antonia looked like one of those ‘after’ women in rip-off weight loss commercials-just obscenely in shape.
Xander tied his gown back on and stepped closer to the sink. He turned on the water, leaned over and drank from the tap. His dry mouth cured, Xander turned off the water and left the bathroom. He climbed back into bed covered himself and once again was captured by depressing silence. He wanted to call Willow very, very badly.
Xander didn’t have high hopes of solving this predicament by himself. He needed help. And he needed some comfort as well, someone to tell him things would work out fine and there’d be brownies afterwards. Xander quelled his need for co-dependency, though, knowing he could not glean comfort from this reality’s Willow. Actually, the way things were back home, his Willow wasn’t brimming with the need to console him, either. Not after they agreed to keep their distance.
The agreement was primarily Willow’s idea. She wanted to get back what she and Oz had before she and Xander were discovered in the factory, leaving Xander no choice but to comply rather he wanted to or not. Xander turned on his side and burrowed underneath the covers and enjoyed the feel of the plump pillow beneath his head. He closed his eyes. One good thing about being in this reality is that there’s no chance I ruined my relationship with Cordelia, Xander thought. Unless Antonia and Cordelia are lesbians, or something.
Xander’s eyes flew open.
The nurse from the night before carefully pulled Xander’s IV out of his arm then covered the insertion point with an alcohol soaked cotton ball and a strip of medical tape. Xander’s dad was coming to pick him up within the hour. Xander was ready to leave the hospital and find Giles, or failing that, Willow and Buffy. He wasn’t sure what he was going to tell them, even on the Hellmouth his circumstances were not of the norm. They might not believe him, but Xander knew he had to get them to listen and help him.
The nurse, whose name was Bridgett, allowed Xander out of the bed and he began searching the room for the clothes he had on from the night before last. He didn’t find them, but discovered a bag under the bed Tony and Jessica must have brought from home. Inside were women’s clothes, toiletries and ‘feminine items’. Cringing as he scrounged through the bag, Xander looked for something he wasn’t too opposed to wearing. Eventually he decided on black jeans and short-sleeved tie-dyed shirt and white sneakers. He didn’t put on socks, and completely by-passed wearing bra and panties. Xander went into the bathroom to put on the ensemble, he groaned when he discovered the shirt showed off his belly button. God, that was so girly! The pants fit well-they weren’t too tight or too loose. At least girl-him liked comfortable pants the same as him.
When Xander came out of the bathroom the nurse was gone and in her place a man was sitting on the bed, smiling at him. Actually, the man was more like kid. He was about the same age as Xander, the impression he was older came from the fact he was huge. Suddenly, Xander didn’t feel as critical of Antonia’s body, this guy who had muscles on top of muscles was definitely more male shaped than Antonia. The kid stood when he saw Xander. He wore a black sleeveless T-shirt, blue jeans and a pair of Hi-tops; the guy had arms like Rambo-if Sylvester Stallone shaved his head, and was a six-foot-two black guy, that is.
Xander scowled. He’d thought the kid was a stranger at first, but he wasn’t. Xander recognized him-he was a football player at Sunnydale High.
“Stop me if you’ve heard this one,” LaShon says. “Two sailors on shore leave are walking down the street. They spot a beautiful blonde. First sailor asks his friend, ‘Have you ever slept with a blonde?’
“Second sailor replies that he has, they walk on further and see an even more beautiful brunette.
First Sailor asks, ‘Have you ever slept with a brunette?’ And the Second Sailor replies, ‘Why yes, in fact I've slept with brunettes on many occasions.’
“They walk on a little further, and see a gorgeous redhead, who leaves the other two girls for dead. The first Sailor asks, ‘Have you ever slept with a redhead?’
“His companion looks at him and replies, ‘Not a wink.’”
Xander laughed at the joke then realized he’s a redhead now and felt offended. Before he could express his outrage to Mister Star Quarterback, Xander found himself in the guy’s arms. LaShon Whitney wasn’t the worst jock on Sunnydale High’s football team, he never went out of his way to pick on Xander, but he laughed with his buddies on the team when they made fun of people, Xander included. So it was very confusing to Xander that LaShon would be using his tongue to mine the inside of his mouth. After about ten seconds things got really scary, because Xander should have pushed away from LaShon and made some doomed attempt to reinforce his manliness by punching LaShon out.
Except the last thing Xander felt like doing was getting away from LaShon, his mighty hug, or his mouth. Being the focus of all that felt so… not bad. Everything about the guy embracing him made Xander melt into a weak, pathetic lump of squiggly nerves. His stomach was vibrating and his heart felt like it had swelled ten times its original size in his chest. Crowding out Xander’s lungs so he couldn’t breathe.
Then there was the heat and squeezing sensation in his groin. Xander didn’t understand what that feeling was or why his body felt it. Xander did absolutely nothing when LaShon picked him up off his feet and pressed him against the wall. And it was as though his body wanted to do things independent of his will. Xander’s legs found their way around LaShon’s really trim waist, his knees bent over LaShon’s hip bones and the back of his calves rested on the slope of LaShon’s ass. Xander couldn’t help noticing LaShon’s ass was very, very firm and very, very muscular. Then LaShon humped into Xander, his ass contracting tighter under Xander’s calves. LaShon was large and erect and illustrated such by grinding hard between Xander’s thighs.
A scream burst out of Xander, the tension building in his groin swelled until he thought something inside of him was going to rupture into a million pieces. LaShon swallowed the cry, laughed, and pressed in even harder against Xander with his whole body. It was a convolution of events that cleared Xander’s head: his hands of their own volition slid up under LaShon’s shirt from his sides and glided from the small of his back all the up to his shoulder blades. LaShon’s skin was hot and smooth and his muscle tone was solid. Xander wished he could see LaShon without his shirt on.
The thought just popped into his head as easily as his fantasy about a naked Pamela Anderson showing up in his bedroom offering take care of all his manly needs. Xander stopped kissing LaShon back and let his hands slide out of the other boy’s shirt. The weirdness that made him think making out with some guy was desirable began to wilt. Xander’s head was almost clear when LaShon, perhaps misinterpreting Xander’s actions, put his hands under Xander’s tie-dye and cradled his breasts. His hands were so large, and Xander’s breasts were so small, they covered them like a bra.
Oh my…! Xander grabbed LaShon by his arms, his fingers digging into the other boy’s biceps. The back of his head banged against the wall, his mouth breaking contact with LaShon’s allowing another scream to emerge unobstructed.
Xander rarely played with his nipples when he jerked off, he didn’t think they were very sensitive in his real body. Faith during their one night of evidently meaningless passion, licked his nipples and that felt awful good at the time. It helped put a little more starch in his shorts before the real action started. But somehow just the feel of LaShon’s rough palms touching his nipples made Xander want to scream. Hell, he did scream. His nipples were unbelievably sensitive.
Xander’s insides began swelling again, making his internal organs feel like air-filled balloons and each one was vying for dwindling space inside his body. Xander was aroused. It was an odd, alien feeling. Arousal used to be a boner, his heart beating fast, and a rigidity in his back. But the tenseness running through his body now was like constantly being on the verge of ejaculating and not being able to unload. Xander’s whole body was shaking with need, tensed to the point the muscles in his arms and legs and belly were contracting involuntarily. It was nothing compared to the madness going on in his pelvis, though. It was driving Xander crazy.
“If hospitals make you like this maybe I need to bring you here more often,” LaShon said.
LaShon swung them around and moved across the room to the bed. LaShon dropped them onto it him on top of Xander, his weight not alleviating Xander’s inability to breathe. Which as it turns out wasn’t much of an issue because LaShon rose and pried Xander’s legs from around his waist. He undid Xander’s pants with one of his hands and squeezed Xander’s left breast with the other. The sensation distracted Xander, it must have. There was no other explanation for his pants coming down so easily without a fight.
“Jesus, Antonia, no underwear,” LaShon whispered.
LaShon got Xander’s pant down around his thighs and stopped, then suddenly Xander felt two of LaShon’s thick fingers brush against his vagina. The tips of his fingers stroking up and down between the labia while his thumb manipulated Xander’s engorged clitoris. Xander saw double and he tried to squirm away from LaShon’s touch. As wonderful as LaShon made him feel, Xander knew what they were doing-what he was allowing LaShon to do-was wrong: because he was not a girl, damn it! He was a guy, vagina to the contrary, and he shouldn’t be enjoying this like he was.
“You okay?” LaShon asked, his thumb still swirling around Xander’s clit. Xander though LaShon was a complete idiot for asking him anything while he touched him that way. Xander couldn’t even think straight enough to do what he knew was right and make the guy stop!
LaShon peeled Xander’s jeans all the way off, which sort of made Xander’s attention perk up, not enough, though. LaShon dug his fingers under Xander’s thighs and thrust his hips forward. The shock of penetration made Xander’s senses go haywire. He had tunnel vision; he could hardly see four inches in front of his face. Yet his hearing became hyper sensitive; he heard his body take LaShon inside. At first the feeling of LaShon entering him felt a bit uncomfortable. Then LaShon shifted his position by bending his knees more and jabbed his hips forward again. And suddenly it was like their genitals locked and fused together.
And it felt so good! Xander sat up so he could see what the guy was doing to him. Then wished he just stayed where he was. LaShon hadn’t taken his pants off he just unbuttoned and unzipped them. A dark bush of pubic hair showed and extending beyond that was his erection. It was actually a shade or two darker than the rest of his body, if his arms were any indication, and to Xander’s horror it was only half way in. Xander swallowed hard, and seriously considered pushing LaShon away from him, because what LaShon already had inside of him made Xander feel full. So if the whole thing went in it’d probably rip him apart.
Xander didn’t push LaShon out, he reached up, grabbed LaShon’s shoulders and pulled LaShon's chest against his. Then he hooked his heels behind LaShon’s calves. Xander wanted to find out how good sex would feel in this female body he was stuck with, pain be damned. So far, it was more exciting than when he screwed Faith. It didn’t necessarily feel better, just different, and it was something Xander would never experience win his real body in a million years.
Xander expected the full feeling to increase when LaShon buried the rest of his cock inside him, but he only felt LaShon about four or five inches past the opening of his vagina. Beyond that, Xander didn’t feel a whole lot-except a little stretched, maybe. LaShon groaned with satisfaction and leaned forward and began pumping his hips. And there it was: the first stroke took Xander’s breath away and sweat popped up in beads on his skin. The next made him lose feeling in his arms and legs.
Then for some inexplicable reason, LaShon was gone. The abrupt emptiness was jarring and Xander looked up at LaShon, his eyes blinking away tears he didn’t know were there. LaShon’s cock was still erect and smacked against the front of his shirt. It was wet and shiny. LaShon hefted the shaft and stuffed himself back into his jeans.
After zipping and fastening his jeans he said, “Damn, I’m sorry, baby. You usually stop me before we get that far.”
Xander was so outraged he was speechless. He felt cheated. LaShon lowered onto Xander and started kissing his neck. “Forgive me?”
Xander wished he had a blunt instrument on hand to bludgeon LaShon with. Forgive him? Not ever! Right now he felt ten times worse than getting some hot over the clothes action with Cordy only to have her push him off before he got to make an embarrassing stain in his boxers. Blue balls didn’t compare to the sense of frustration, this need to… to… Goddamn it, Xander missed out on multiple orgasms! He just knew it! How like a guy to leave a girl unsatisfied!
“I’ll remember to bring something next time, promise,” LaShon said and moved off Xander.
Bring something? What the hell is he talking about? Xander wondered. LaShon retrieved Xander’s jeans and eased Xander’s legs into them. Xander watched silently and lifted his hips up when LaShon brought the jeans under his butt.
When LaShon began fastening them it hit Xander what the other boy meant by “bring something”. With understanding came absolute terror. Any lust he had left over evaporated in an instant. The constriction in his pelvis loosened and all the heat under his skin cooled down. Somehow, Xander forgot he had ovaries and a uterus. If LaShon had came inside him…
“We can finish that tonight, if your folks let you out of the house,” LaShon said while he put Xander shoes back on his feet like Prince-Freaking-Charming. When he was finished he stood then bent down and kissed Xander on the lips. Xander almost threw up. “You ready to go?”
“R-R-Ready?” Xander said brokenly, still feeling nauseous.
“Your pops asked me to bring you home.”
“Oh.” Xander felt like throwing up again. God, what was he thinking fucking this guy when his parents could have walked in on them at any second!
“C’mon, the nurse's got a wheelchair waiting for your cute little invalid ass in the hall,” LaShon said.
LaShon picked up the clothes bag and slid its strap over his right shoulder, then grabbed Xander’s hand and pulled him off the bed to his feet. While he led Xander out of the room Xander wondered how gay and insane was his life going to get before he returned home.
Nurse Bridgett was waiting for them. The moment Xander sat in the wheelchair she started giving his instructions. "You need drink at eight glasses of water a day for the next five days.” Bridgett said, walking along side LaShon as he pushed the wheelchair.
"Stay away from soda, juice, and sports drinks, unless their electrolyte-balanced, since they can all promote diarrhea and vomiting. Of course, I don’t have to tell you zero alcohol, do I?” Bridgett concluded.
Xander assured her she didn’t. He told Bridgett goodbye before LaShon wheeled him through the hospital’s sliding doors. LaShon hummed a tune Xander never heard before until they came upon a shiny black pick-up truck. One of those late model trucks with four doors and back seats; Xander didn’t know a lot about cars, but even he knew LaShon’s ride cost some serious dough. LaShon opened the truck and placed the bag in the rear, then helped Xander up into the front passenger seat.
LaShon took the wheelchair back. Alone in the truck Xander whistled at its interior. Talk about decked out! After LaShon returned he started the engine and they pulled out of the parking lot.
“So, care to explain how you got yourself dehydrated so bad it put you in the hospital?” LaShon asked after a few minutes.
“Hiking,” Xander answered casually. He had no problem lying to this guy. The bastard almost knocked him up!
“Hiking? No shit! You should have asked me to go with you. Girl, you know how much I love hiking!”
Xander turned his head and looked at LaShon. He was staring straight ahead with a smile on his face. Xander didn’t like the way the guy was talking; He sounded sarcastic to Xander’s ear. “I needed some time… to think. Alone,” Xander said.
“Hmm.”
continued
Disclaimer: I don't own BtVS. Joss was nice enough to turn a blind eye while I play with his toys.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer
pervious
His parents left hours ago, Jessica walked out of the room livid and didn’t say goodbye. Anthony gave Xander a kiss on the cheek and sheepish smile then told him they’d be back tomorrow to bring him home. Xander laid in the hospital bed feeling like he was in alternate universe… oh, right, he was. He tried to absorb what little information he gleaned from his folks during their hour-long visit. Granted his mother yelled at him for the better part of that hour, but Xander was still able to figure a few things out.
The scariest was that girl-him was good at school. Xander had a feeling if Antonia didn’t have book learning on her side Jessica would be a whole lot less nice and understanding. Considering his mom wasn’t exactly any of those things in the first place… gulp.
The most disheartening fact he learned was that Anthony never heard of Willow Rosenberg. Xander asked if Willow was checked into the same hospital and Anthony gave him a blank look then asked if she was one of Xander’s friends. Jessica wasn’t talking to Xander by then so if she knew Willow she didn’t say. Xander mulled over his non-friend-ness with Willow and was led unwillingly down paths he didn’t want to go. He wondered what kind of person girl-him was that Willow was a stranger and what kind of person Willow might be that girl-him didn’t see what he saw when he first met Willow.
Xander didn’t bother mentioning Buffy or Giles to his parents because if Willow wasn’t a known bud then the Slayer and her Watcher probably weren’t Antonia’s friends either. Still, he needed to find out for sure. Xander pressed the call button and a minute later a female nurse entered the room.
Looks like I scared Danny boy away, Xander thought after seeing the plump, gray haired woman in a light pink nurses uniform.
“Is everything alright?” the nurse asked.
“May I please have a phone?”
The nurse smiled broadly and said, “Why sure! I bet there’s someone special you want to talk to, isn’t there, sweetheart? I’ll have someone come hook one up for you right away.”
“Thanks,” Xander replied, the nurse’s insinuation was not lost on him but he had too much on his mind to figure out why she acted like they had some big secret between them. The nurse winked at him then left. Ten minutes later a maintenance man arrived and installed a push button phone in the room on the nightstand next to the bed. When the man was gone Xander picked up the receiver and dialed Buffy’s long ago memorized phone number, praying it was identical in this reality. The phone rang twice before someone picked up on the other end.
“Hello?” it was Mrs. Summers.
“Hi, Mrs. Summers, this is… Antonia Harris, a friend of your daughter,” I hope so, anyway, “may I speak to her?”
“Antonia?”
“Yes.” Xander didn’t like the note of uncertainty in Mrs. Summers’ voice. He wasn’t surprised she didn’t know him but it sucked to hear her suspicion of him.
“I’m sorry, she’s out with friends tonight.”
“Do you know if they’re at the Bronze?” Xander asked, though he knew Mrs. Summers was lying about Buffy being with friends. It was possible Buffy was at the Bronze, but not very likely. If this reality’s timeline was in any way similar to his then Mrs. Summers was covering for Buffy.
“I-I’m not sure, they might have gone to a movie,” Joyce said.
“That’s okay, I’ll catch up with her at school.”
“Wait, would you like to leave a message for her?”
“I… no. I was just calling to say hi. Goodbye, Mrs. Summers.”
“Goodbye, Antonia.”
Xander hung up and sighed. That settles that, Antonia definitely was not in the know. Which meant Giles would not be talkative when some chick he didn’t know from Suzy came to him with stories about Chaos Wizards, alternate realities, and gender switches.
And Speaking of chicks he didn’t know… Xander kept putting it off but he knew he’d have to face it eventually. There was no better time to do that than now, while he was alone and guaranteed some modicum of privacy. Sliding from under the covers, Xander swung off the bed and stood barefoot on the cold linoleum floor. Grabbing the IV pole with his left hand, Xander padded over to the bathroom inside his room and stepped inside.
Confronted by his reflection in the mirror above the sink, now it was real. He really was a girl. It was like as long as he didn’t look at his chest and ignored the extra space between his thighs he could live in his thoughts where he was 100% male and no one could tell him different. But the mirror in front of him displayed the undeniable truth. Xander did have red hair. It was longish, a girl or a boy could wear the style-if the boy was secure enough in his masculinity, or was a J-Pop singer. Not only did Xander have hair the same shade of red as his mother’s, but he looked like her, too. He was younger, but there was no doubt Jessica squeezed Antonia from her loins.
Ew. I could have phrased that better.
He was fine boned, but there was nothing weak about his features. In fact everything was too sharp; his nose was narrow and pointed, his jaw-line was square and strong, but his chin was like the tip of a dagger. Xander felt his cheekbones; they were high but invisible underneath healthy cheeks. His complexion was beige. Not unlike his real skin, just softer and smoother, with much less stubble.
Xander always wanted poutier lips, lips like Brad Pitt, hell, he wanted to look like Brad Pitt, but since there was only so much plastic surgery could accomplish he settled for coveting the movie star’s lips. As a girl Xander got his wish. They weren’t lusciously plump, like, say, Angelina Jolie’s, but they would have held Xander captivated if wrapped around a banana. His eyes were the same color as they were in his real body; even the shape of them was the same. He was sort of pretty.
Xander dared look further down his new body and felt heat rise in his cheeks. He quickly closed then locked the bathroom door. Reaching behind his back Xander pulled on the tie-strings of his gown and loosened them. The gown slipped off his shoulders and he stopped it from falling farther. Xander took a deep breath, steadied himself then let the gown fall from his bosom, catching the top of it with his forearms at his stomach.
“Whoa,” Xander whispered, “I got nice tits.”
And he did, too. Smaller than most guys would have preferred, most guys being Xander, but he was by no means flat. His breasts were round, about the size of grapefruits and appeared firm. His nipples were pale pink and, man, he was pointy everywhere it seemed. Xander wanted to touch them but felt weird and decided to check out the rest of his new body instead. He dropped the gown a little more and saw his stomach was flat and toned, beyond toned actually. He had a scary looking six-pack; veins were popping out and everything. Xander ran his fingers over his belly and traced the muscles and they felt as hard as they looked.
“Damn, what is she? Some kind of fitness freak?”
Eager to see what else this body had to offer, Xander maneuvered the gown around the IV and got naked. Hey, he really was a red head! Xander gave him self a good once over and found he probably had more muscle now than he did in his guy body. Judging by the rest of him it was a wonder he didn’t have man-arms. His hips flared pleasantly enough and his thighs were slender and well defined, but his calves could have belonged to a pro soccer player-they literally bulged with muscle. Xander looked over his shoulder and found his ass was also a bit too muscle-y and curved out like a gymnast's: it wasn’t too bad, though.
Oh, yeah, no doubt about it, girl-me spends lots of time in a gym.
Antonia certainly had a fit body. It just wasn’t to Xander’s taste. Antonia’s face was nice but her body was overly athletic. Xander liked women who had softer, more delicate bodies. Yeah, he had a mad crush on Buffy who could kick his ass if both her arms were broken, but she was still petite. And, no, Cordelia wasn’t diminutive like Buffy; she was taller and built from years of cheerleading. Yet Cordelia’s shape possessed very womanly, mouth-watering curves. Antonia looked like one of those ‘after’ women in rip-off weight loss commercials-just obscenely in shape.
Xander tied his gown back on and stepped closer to the sink. He turned on the water, leaned over and drank from the tap. His dry mouth cured, Xander turned off the water and left the bathroom. He climbed back into bed covered himself and once again was captured by depressing silence. He wanted to call Willow very, very badly.
Xander didn’t have high hopes of solving this predicament by himself. He needed help. And he needed some comfort as well, someone to tell him things would work out fine and there’d be brownies afterwards. Xander quelled his need for co-dependency, though, knowing he could not glean comfort from this reality’s Willow. Actually, the way things were back home, his Willow wasn’t brimming with the need to console him, either. Not after they agreed to keep their distance.
The agreement was primarily Willow’s idea. She wanted to get back what she and Oz had before she and Xander were discovered in the factory, leaving Xander no choice but to comply rather he wanted to or not. Xander turned on his side and burrowed underneath the covers and enjoyed the feel of the plump pillow beneath his head. He closed his eyes. One good thing about being in this reality is that there’s no chance I ruined my relationship with Cordelia, Xander thought. Unless Antonia and Cordelia are lesbians, or something.
Xander’s eyes flew open.
The nurse from the night before carefully pulled Xander’s IV out of his arm then covered the insertion point with an alcohol soaked cotton ball and a strip of medical tape. Xander’s dad was coming to pick him up within the hour. Xander was ready to leave the hospital and find Giles, or failing that, Willow and Buffy. He wasn’t sure what he was going to tell them, even on the Hellmouth his circumstances were not of the norm. They might not believe him, but Xander knew he had to get them to listen and help him.
The nurse, whose name was Bridgett, allowed Xander out of the bed and he began searching the room for the clothes he had on from the night before last. He didn’t find them, but discovered a bag under the bed Tony and Jessica must have brought from home. Inside were women’s clothes, toiletries and ‘feminine items’. Cringing as he scrounged through the bag, Xander looked for something he wasn’t too opposed to wearing. Eventually he decided on black jeans and short-sleeved tie-dyed shirt and white sneakers. He didn’t put on socks, and completely by-passed wearing bra and panties. Xander went into the bathroom to put on the ensemble, he groaned when he discovered the shirt showed off his belly button. God, that was so girly! The pants fit well-they weren’t too tight or too loose. At least girl-him liked comfortable pants the same as him.
When Xander came out of the bathroom the nurse was gone and in her place a man was sitting on the bed, smiling at him. Actually, the man was more like kid. He was about the same age as Xander, the impression he was older came from the fact he was huge. Suddenly, Xander didn’t feel as critical of Antonia’s body, this guy who had muscles on top of muscles was definitely more male shaped than Antonia. The kid stood when he saw Xander. He wore a black sleeveless T-shirt, blue jeans and a pair of Hi-tops; the guy had arms like Rambo-if Sylvester Stallone shaved his head, and was a six-foot-two black guy, that is.
Xander scowled. He’d thought the kid was a stranger at first, but he wasn’t. Xander recognized him-he was a football player at Sunnydale High.
“Stop me if you’ve heard this one,” LaShon says. “Two sailors on shore leave are walking down the street. They spot a beautiful blonde. First sailor asks his friend, ‘Have you ever slept with a blonde?’
“Second sailor replies that he has, they walk on further and see an even more beautiful brunette.
First Sailor asks, ‘Have you ever slept with a brunette?’ And the Second Sailor replies, ‘Why yes, in fact I've slept with brunettes on many occasions.’
“They walk on a little further, and see a gorgeous redhead, who leaves the other two girls for dead. The first Sailor asks, ‘Have you ever slept with a redhead?’
“His companion looks at him and replies, ‘Not a wink.’”
Xander laughed at the joke then realized he’s a redhead now and felt offended. Before he could express his outrage to Mister Star Quarterback, Xander found himself in the guy’s arms. LaShon Whitney wasn’t the worst jock on Sunnydale High’s football team, he never went out of his way to pick on Xander, but he laughed with his buddies on the team when they made fun of people, Xander included. So it was very confusing to Xander that LaShon would be using his tongue to mine the inside of his mouth. After about ten seconds things got really scary, because Xander should have pushed away from LaShon and made some doomed attempt to reinforce his manliness by punching LaShon out.
Except the last thing Xander felt like doing was getting away from LaShon, his mighty hug, or his mouth. Being the focus of all that felt so… not bad. Everything about the guy embracing him made Xander melt into a weak, pathetic lump of squiggly nerves. His stomach was vibrating and his heart felt like it had swelled ten times its original size in his chest. Crowding out Xander’s lungs so he couldn’t breathe.
Then there was the heat and squeezing sensation in his groin. Xander didn’t understand what that feeling was or why his body felt it. Xander did absolutely nothing when LaShon picked him up off his feet and pressed him against the wall. And it was as though his body wanted to do things independent of his will. Xander’s legs found their way around LaShon’s really trim waist, his knees bent over LaShon’s hip bones and the back of his calves rested on the slope of LaShon’s ass. Xander couldn’t help noticing LaShon’s ass was very, very firm and very, very muscular. Then LaShon humped into Xander, his ass contracting tighter under Xander’s calves. LaShon was large and erect and illustrated such by grinding hard between Xander’s thighs.
A scream burst out of Xander, the tension building in his groin swelled until he thought something inside of him was going to rupture into a million pieces. LaShon swallowed the cry, laughed, and pressed in even harder against Xander with his whole body. It was a convolution of events that cleared Xander’s head: his hands of their own volition slid up under LaShon’s shirt from his sides and glided from the small of his back all the up to his shoulder blades. LaShon’s skin was hot and smooth and his muscle tone was solid. Xander wished he could see LaShon without his shirt on.
The thought just popped into his head as easily as his fantasy about a naked Pamela Anderson showing up in his bedroom offering take care of all his manly needs. Xander stopped kissing LaShon back and let his hands slide out of the other boy’s shirt. The weirdness that made him think making out with some guy was desirable began to wilt. Xander’s head was almost clear when LaShon, perhaps misinterpreting Xander’s actions, put his hands under Xander’s tie-dye and cradled his breasts. His hands were so large, and Xander’s breasts were so small, they covered them like a bra.
Oh my…! Xander grabbed LaShon by his arms, his fingers digging into the other boy’s biceps. The back of his head banged against the wall, his mouth breaking contact with LaShon’s allowing another scream to emerge unobstructed.
Xander rarely played with his nipples when he jerked off, he didn’t think they were very sensitive in his real body. Faith during their one night of evidently meaningless passion, licked his nipples and that felt awful good at the time. It helped put a little more starch in his shorts before the real action started. But somehow just the feel of LaShon’s rough palms touching his nipples made Xander want to scream. Hell, he did scream. His nipples were unbelievably sensitive.
Xander’s insides began swelling again, making his internal organs feel like air-filled balloons and each one was vying for dwindling space inside his body. Xander was aroused. It was an odd, alien feeling. Arousal used to be a boner, his heart beating fast, and a rigidity in his back. But the tenseness running through his body now was like constantly being on the verge of ejaculating and not being able to unload. Xander’s whole body was shaking with need, tensed to the point the muscles in his arms and legs and belly were contracting involuntarily. It was nothing compared to the madness going on in his pelvis, though. It was driving Xander crazy.
“If hospitals make you like this maybe I need to bring you here more often,” LaShon said.
LaShon swung them around and moved across the room to the bed. LaShon dropped them onto it him on top of Xander, his weight not alleviating Xander’s inability to breathe. Which as it turns out wasn’t much of an issue because LaShon rose and pried Xander’s legs from around his waist. He undid Xander’s pants with one of his hands and squeezed Xander’s left breast with the other. The sensation distracted Xander, it must have. There was no other explanation for his pants coming down so easily without a fight.
“Jesus, Antonia, no underwear,” LaShon whispered.
LaShon got Xander’s pant down around his thighs and stopped, then suddenly Xander felt two of LaShon’s thick fingers brush against his vagina. The tips of his fingers stroking up and down between the labia while his thumb manipulated Xander’s engorged clitoris. Xander saw double and he tried to squirm away from LaShon’s touch. As wonderful as LaShon made him feel, Xander knew what they were doing-what he was allowing LaShon to do-was wrong: because he was not a girl, damn it! He was a guy, vagina to the contrary, and he shouldn’t be enjoying this like he was.
“You okay?” LaShon asked, his thumb still swirling around Xander’s clit. Xander though LaShon was a complete idiot for asking him anything while he touched him that way. Xander couldn’t even think straight enough to do what he knew was right and make the guy stop!
LaShon peeled Xander’s jeans all the way off, which sort of made Xander’s attention perk up, not enough, though. LaShon dug his fingers under Xander’s thighs and thrust his hips forward. The shock of penetration made Xander’s senses go haywire. He had tunnel vision; he could hardly see four inches in front of his face. Yet his hearing became hyper sensitive; he heard his body take LaShon inside. At first the feeling of LaShon entering him felt a bit uncomfortable. Then LaShon shifted his position by bending his knees more and jabbed his hips forward again. And suddenly it was like their genitals locked and fused together.
And it felt so good! Xander sat up so he could see what the guy was doing to him. Then wished he just stayed where he was. LaShon hadn’t taken his pants off he just unbuttoned and unzipped them. A dark bush of pubic hair showed and extending beyond that was his erection. It was actually a shade or two darker than the rest of his body, if his arms were any indication, and to Xander’s horror it was only half way in. Xander swallowed hard, and seriously considered pushing LaShon away from him, because what LaShon already had inside of him made Xander feel full. So if the whole thing went in it’d probably rip him apart.
Xander didn’t push LaShon out, he reached up, grabbed LaShon’s shoulders and pulled LaShon's chest against his. Then he hooked his heels behind LaShon’s calves. Xander wanted to find out how good sex would feel in this female body he was stuck with, pain be damned. So far, it was more exciting than when he screwed Faith. It didn’t necessarily feel better, just different, and it was something Xander would never experience win his real body in a million years.
Xander expected the full feeling to increase when LaShon buried the rest of his cock inside him, but he only felt LaShon about four or five inches past the opening of his vagina. Beyond that, Xander didn’t feel a whole lot-except a little stretched, maybe. LaShon groaned with satisfaction and leaned forward and began pumping his hips. And there it was: the first stroke took Xander’s breath away and sweat popped up in beads on his skin. The next made him lose feeling in his arms and legs.
Then for some inexplicable reason, LaShon was gone. The abrupt emptiness was jarring and Xander looked up at LaShon, his eyes blinking away tears he didn’t know were there. LaShon’s cock was still erect and smacked against the front of his shirt. It was wet and shiny. LaShon hefted the shaft and stuffed himself back into his jeans.
After zipping and fastening his jeans he said, “Damn, I’m sorry, baby. You usually stop me before we get that far.”
Xander was so outraged he was speechless. He felt cheated. LaShon lowered onto Xander and started kissing his neck. “Forgive me?”
Xander wished he had a blunt instrument on hand to bludgeon LaShon with. Forgive him? Not ever! Right now he felt ten times worse than getting some hot over the clothes action with Cordy only to have her push him off before he got to make an embarrassing stain in his boxers. Blue balls didn’t compare to the sense of frustration, this need to… to… Goddamn it, Xander missed out on multiple orgasms! He just knew it! How like a guy to leave a girl unsatisfied!
“I’ll remember to bring something next time, promise,” LaShon said and moved off Xander.
Bring something? What the hell is he talking about? Xander wondered. LaShon retrieved Xander’s jeans and eased Xander’s legs into them. Xander watched silently and lifted his hips up when LaShon brought the jeans under his butt.
When LaShon began fastening them it hit Xander what the other boy meant by “bring something”. With understanding came absolute terror. Any lust he had left over evaporated in an instant. The constriction in his pelvis loosened and all the heat under his skin cooled down. Somehow, Xander forgot he had ovaries and a uterus. If LaShon had came inside him…
“We can finish that tonight, if your folks let you out of the house,” LaShon said while he put Xander shoes back on his feet like Prince-Freaking-Charming. When he was finished he stood then bent down and kissed Xander on the lips. Xander almost threw up. “You ready to go?”
“R-R-Ready?” Xander said brokenly, still feeling nauseous.
“Your pops asked me to bring you home.”
“Oh.” Xander felt like throwing up again. God, what was he thinking fucking this guy when his parents could have walked in on them at any second!
“C’mon, the nurse's got a wheelchair waiting for your cute little invalid ass in the hall,” LaShon said.
LaShon picked up the clothes bag and slid its strap over his right shoulder, then grabbed Xander’s hand and pulled him off the bed to his feet. While he led Xander out of the room Xander wondered how gay and insane was his life going to get before he returned home.
Nurse Bridgett was waiting for them. The moment Xander sat in the wheelchair she started giving his instructions. "You need drink at eight glasses of water a day for the next five days.” Bridgett said, walking along side LaShon as he pushed the wheelchair.
"Stay away from soda, juice, and sports drinks, unless their electrolyte-balanced, since they can all promote diarrhea and vomiting. Of course, I don’t have to tell you zero alcohol, do I?” Bridgett concluded.
Xander assured her she didn’t. He told Bridgett goodbye before LaShon wheeled him through the hospital’s sliding doors. LaShon hummed a tune Xander never heard before until they came upon a shiny black pick-up truck. One of those late model trucks with four doors and back seats; Xander didn’t know a lot about cars, but even he knew LaShon’s ride cost some serious dough. LaShon opened the truck and placed the bag in the rear, then helped Xander up into the front passenger seat.
LaShon took the wheelchair back. Alone in the truck Xander whistled at its interior. Talk about decked out! After LaShon returned he started the engine and they pulled out of the parking lot.
“So, care to explain how you got yourself dehydrated so bad it put you in the hospital?” LaShon asked after a few minutes.
“Hiking,” Xander answered casually. He had no problem lying to this guy. The bastard almost knocked him up!
“Hiking? No shit! You should have asked me to go with you. Girl, you know how much I love hiking!”
Xander turned his head and looked at LaShon. He was staring straight ahead with a smile on his face. Xander didn’t like the way the guy was talking; He sounded sarcastic to Xander’s ear. “I needed some time… to think. Alone,” Xander said.
“Hmm.”
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