Personal Growth (Cordelia/Willow)
Title Personal Growth
Author Brutti ma buoni
Rating PG
Pairing Cordelia/Willow
Trope Freaky Friday Flip
Prompt for Aaronlisa at femslash_minis, who wanted high school, kissing, getting to know each other
Words 620
The most distressing thing is the boobs. Or lack of.
No, wait, the most distressing thing is the cheap underwear. Have some pride, Rosenberg.
No, wait, the most distressing thing of all is that Cordelia Chase is in Willow Rosenberg's body and has no apparent way out. Beside which, all the superficial stuff about appearance is just unimportant.
The best thing is, Cordelia's apparently growing as a person already in this time of deep personal trauma.
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She seeks out Willow, who is wearing the dullest combination of clothes ever seen on Cordelia Chase's very fine body (it's gratifying, honestly, to have a chance to change perspective and confirm that her ass is indeed as luscious as she's always deduced from photos and squinted views in triple mirrors.) Unfortunately, the Sunnydale High grapevine is as efficient as always, and Willow is not alone.
The Cordettes are confused. Scenting weakness, but not sure if it's safe to bite.
"So… interesting look, Cor," says Audra.
Harmony chimes in with a sweetly barbed, "Thought you were in fancy dress, but then I thought no, I would know about a party, so there can't be a party-"
"It's nothing," says Willow, brushing her hands nervously down her long, gorgeous thighs. Is it odd that Cordelia is finding herself incredibly attractive? Is that Willow's freak rubbing off on her, or is it just that Cordelia Chase is intrinsically irresistible? Or both? And why can’t the Cordettes see the amazing, even if it’s lacking Cordy’s confident style?
Cordelia considers being Willow, for a little longer. Just walking away, hiding out from the mean girls, leaving Willow to her fate. But that bites. She may have the body of a weak and feeble math geek, but she has the heart and stomach of a social Queen bee. She wants to get closer to all that Willow’s packing. And she doesn’t like to see how her own body’s awesome is undermined so, so fast by how Willow doesn’t know how to carry off Cordelia’s style.
“Hey ladies,” she says. It sounds odd, in Willow's soft voice, but Cordy adds some Chase style and confidence, and zing, she has the floor. “Guess what? We have a teensy bodyswap situation here. I don’t know how or why the fates chose me and Rosenberg to switch it up, but they did, and there has to be a reason. Probably that we’re the most outstanding ladies they could find in a cinch. So why don’t you let us work it out somewhere a little more private?” She links her arm through Willow’s - reaching up, because Willow’s shorter than Cordelia, and that bites too. Willow blinks at her, unsure. “What? You thought I’d just let you pilot my body around and not help you out?”
“Uh,” says Willow, which clearly means yes, but neither of them let it get to the point of being verbalised. The Cordettes melt away, recognising their mistress even clad in plaid (which is obviously also on the distressing list, ugh).
“We have to find a closet,” says Cordelia. “And make out.”
“Wait, what?” Willow blushes, fiery and fierce on her gorgeous bronze skin, and Willow’s body blushes too, the way Cordelia totally wouldn’t if she had full control of this borrowed bag of muscle and hormones. “Shouldn’t we find Giles, or some spells, or-“
“No way,” says Cordelia. “Bodyswap reversal is all about the kissing. We definitely have to be kissing. For the magicks.” She pauses. “Probably. And if it doesn’t work out, it’s still an awesome place to start.”
She mostly wants to know just how well she kisses. Because, duh, who wouldn’t want to find that out? But there’s another part of her that says Willow Rosenberg should get to have a better time in high school, and today, Cordelia’s prepared to help her out.
Growing as a person, right?
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Author Brutti ma buoni
Rating PG
Pairing Cordelia/Willow
Trope Freaky Friday Flip
Prompt for Aaronlisa at femslash_minis, who wanted high school, kissing, getting to know each other
Words 620
The most distressing thing is the boobs. Or lack of.
No, wait, the most distressing thing is the cheap underwear. Have some pride, Rosenberg.
No, wait, the most distressing thing of all is that Cordelia Chase is in Willow Rosenberg's body and has no apparent way out. Beside which, all the superficial stuff about appearance is just unimportant.
The best thing is, Cordelia's apparently growing as a person already in this time of deep personal trauma.
*
She seeks out Willow, who is wearing the dullest combination of clothes ever seen on Cordelia Chase's very fine body (it's gratifying, honestly, to have a chance to change perspective and confirm that her ass is indeed as luscious as she's always deduced from photos and squinted views in triple mirrors.) Unfortunately, the Sunnydale High grapevine is as efficient as always, and Willow is not alone.
The Cordettes are confused. Scenting weakness, but not sure if it's safe to bite.
"So… interesting look, Cor," says Audra.
Harmony chimes in with a sweetly barbed, "Thought you were in fancy dress, but then I thought no, I would know about a party, so there can't be a party-"
"It's nothing," says Willow, brushing her hands nervously down her long, gorgeous thighs. Is it odd that Cordelia is finding herself incredibly attractive? Is that Willow's freak rubbing off on her, or is it just that Cordelia Chase is intrinsically irresistible? Or both? And why can’t the Cordettes see the amazing, even if it’s lacking Cordy’s confident style?
Cordelia considers being Willow, for a little longer. Just walking away, hiding out from the mean girls, leaving Willow to her fate. But that bites. She may have the body of a weak and feeble math geek, but she has the heart and stomach of a social Queen bee. She wants to get closer to all that Willow’s packing. And she doesn’t like to see how her own body’s awesome is undermined so, so fast by how Willow doesn’t know how to carry off Cordelia’s style.
“Hey ladies,” she says. It sounds odd, in Willow's soft voice, but Cordy adds some Chase style and confidence, and zing, she has the floor. “Guess what? We have a teensy bodyswap situation here. I don’t know how or why the fates chose me and Rosenberg to switch it up, but they did, and there has to be a reason. Probably that we’re the most outstanding ladies they could find in a cinch. So why don’t you let us work it out somewhere a little more private?” She links her arm through Willow’s - reaching up, because Willow’s shorter than Cordelia, and that bites too. Willow blinks at her, unsure. “What? You thought I’d just let you pilot my body around and not help you out?”
“Uh,” says Willow, which clearly means yes, but neither of them let it get to the point of being verbalised. The Cordettes melt away, recognising their mistress even clad in plaid (which is obviously also on the distressing list, ugh).
“We have to find a closet,” says Cordelia. “And make out.”
“Wait, what?” Willow blushes, fiery and fierce on her gorgeous bronze skin, and Willow’s body blushes too, the way Cordelia totally wouldn’t if she had full control of this borrowed bag of muscle and hormones. “Shouldn’t we find Giles, or some spells, or-“
“No way,” says Cordelia. “Bodyswap reversal is all about the kissing. We definitely have to be kissing. For the magicks.” She pauses. “Probably. And if it doesn’t work out, it’s still an awesome place to start.”
She mostly wants to know just how well she kisses. Because, duh, who wouldn’t want to find that out? But there’s another part of her that says Willow Rosenberg should get to have a better time in high school, and today, Cordelia’s prepared to help her out.
Growing as a person, right?
***