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(Fic) One Day In The Life Of Buffy Summers (Ch.1 of 10)

22nd November 2008 (01:44)
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As promised in my last meta post, here's Chapter One of my genderswap fic.

Early season 7, 13,999 words in total, this chapter 1648 words. Rating will go up to 18R but this chapter is rating 12. Characters featured in this chapter, in order of appearance: Buffy, Dawn and Willow.

Buffy's having a really strange day...
 


Chapter 1: In which Buffy wakes up

As Buffy Summers awoke one morning from uneasy dreams, she found herself transformed in her bed into a man.

Her first reaction, of course, was to assume she was still dreaming. An extremely weird dream, at that. What on earth had she been eating (or, possibly, drinking) last night? Regardless, this dream was no good at all. She closed her eyes and willed herself back to proper sleep.

The buzzing of her alarm clock woke her again. She shot out her hand to turn it off, and recoiled in pain as her knuckles bashed into it and sent it crashing to the ground. Ow. What on earth? Her arm seemed somehow longer than normal. She held it up to look at it, and blinked at the huge hand in front of her eyes. That wasn't her hand. It was a man's hand.

The fingers still bent when she clenched them into a fist. It was a man's hand attached to her body. Oh God. The odd fingers that looked nothing like hers plucked at the top of the bedsheet. She knew she ought to lift it up and look down at her body, but she really didn't want to. Oh Godohgod. Come on, Buffy. You're the Slayer, fearless in the face of danger, aren't you? So she gingerly pulled up the sheet and peeked down the length of her body. No boobs restricted her view. Pulling open the neck of her baggy PJs revealed two tiny, shrunken nipples almost lost in curls of golden fuzz. She stifled a shriek, let go of her nightwear as if it burned her and pulled the blanket right up over her eyes, which she closed tightly.

It was definitely a nightmare. Things would all go back to normal if she ignored them for long enough.

Unfortunately, a thunderous banging on the door interrupted her attempt to deny the new reality of her world.

"Come on Buffy! Aren't you even up yet? You promised to take me out shopping today!"

Oh God. When did her cute little baby sister get so loud and insistent? It was true, she had offered to spread some of the wealth from her shiny new counselling job, but not now! She couldn't go out like this...

"Leave me alone!" She was shocked at how deep her voice sounded. Dawn was obviously just as surprised, because a distinct note of concern sounded in her next words.

"Buffy, are you okay? You sound really rough..."

And before Buffy knew what was happening her bedroom door was opening. She frantically burrowed under the covers, curling into a ball to avoid revealing any tell-tale signs of her new shape, and peeked one cautious eye out of her blanket nest. At least her sister's words had given her a glimmer of an excuse. She deliberately spoke barely above a whisper.

"Sorry, Dawnie. I think I've got the 'flu or something.Can we take a raincheck? Maybe Willow could take you."

Dawn rolled her eyes. "She's not up yet either. I don't know what you supposed adults were doing last night, but I'm glad I don't drink."

"I am not hung over! I just... look, I just want to spend the morning in bed. Will you be okay?"

"Sure. I'll go over to Janice's. Can I get you anything?"

"Thank you, no. I just want to rest."

Buffy breathed a sigh of relief as her sister bustled out again, but waited until she heard the slam of the front door before she could fully relax once more.

Then she lifted the blankets to look at her body and tensed up all over again. It hadn't gone away. It was real. She was still a man.

Her brain was working properly now though, and she began to think through the possible causes for her affliction. This was obviously a spell of some kind... or a curse. Had someone made a wish in the hearing of a vengeance demon? But why would that affect her? She hadn't upset any scorned women lately that she knew of. Well, there was Spike of course, but he wasn't actually a woman and she couldn't imagine any vengeance demons granting his wishes anyway. So that left magic. Had some witch's spell gone wrong...?

Twenty seconds later Buffy was marching down the corridor and throwing open the door of Willow's room, demanding to know what she'd been doing. Her friend's tousled head lifted from the pillow, she opened bleary eyes and focussed them in Buffy's direction...

...Then shrieked and jerked upright in the bed, pulling the bedclothes defensively around her.

"W-who are you? Get away from me!"

"Don't be stupid. It's me!"

"G-get out of my room or I'll call Buffy! She's the Slayer, she'll..."

"Willow, I am Buffy!"

"What? Uh, no you're not. Buffy's a girl."

"Yeah. I used to think so too. Has one of your spells backfired?"

"What? No! I - I haven't... I'm careful now, you know that. Is that really you? Buffy?"

"Yeah, it's really me. And I'm not liking it."

"You're a guy! Wow. You're actually a guy. How did this happen?"

"That's what I'm trying to find out."

As they were speaking Willow threw back the covers and was now advancing towards Buffy, a look of frank curiosity and even fascination shining in her eyes. She walked a complete circle around the Slayer, who felt distinctly uncomfortable under the scrutiny.

"Seen enough now?"

"Wha-? Oh. Sorry. It's just - you're a guy!" She grinned suddenly. "You're the first man to see me in my night-things in about three years."

Buffy didn't find that at all funny. She was not a man! She looked challengingly at Willow, taking in her friend's really rather cute nightie, the long sweep of her legs below it, the plunging neckline, the light dusting of freckles on her chest that drew her eyes enticingly downwards towards swelling curves; and as Willow leant forward slightly to peer more closely at her friend's mysterious tranformation, Buffy's eyes became fixed on the slight jiggle of her boobs, the way her nightie fell open for one tantalising moment at the neck to reveal them; and a warm flush spread up through her, and then...

"Oh my God, it's moving!" She shrieked, springing back bodily in her alarm."It's come alive!"

"What?! What has? What's happening?"

"It's.. it's my... it's that thing! It's moving of its own accord!"

Buffy pointed frantically at her crotch. Willow followed her gesture, then burst out in an absolutely helpless fit of giggles. She tried fruitlessly several times to speak, before finally wiping the tears from her eyes and gasping out in a choked voice, "You've got a stiffie!"

Buffy's face burned with mortification. "No, I - I can't have. How can you even know that?"

"It's right there in front of me, Buff. You can't exactly hide it." 

But she was wrong, because Buffy immediately grabbed a pillow and held it defensively in front of her. She wailed in desperation. "I hate this! You've got to help me, Will!"

"Of course I will. You know that. But if you don't know who did this to you, it might take some time. We'll have to go into research mode." As she spoke, another thought suddenly crossed her mind, and her brows furrowed. "Hold on. Did looking at me just turn you on?"

"What? No, of course it didn't!"

"Um, there's a rather large and obvious bit of evidence to the contrary here. It's sticking right out in our faces." She giggled again.

"But I didn't... That's not fair! It's cheating!"

"Yeah, being a guy must suck sometimes. But there's no denying that something just made you horny." She looked at Buffy impishly. "So was it me?"

"It can't be! You're my best friend. As in, "platonic" friend. I don't feel that way about you! I mean, you're a definite hottie and I'm sure if I were gay I'd be all over you, but I'm just not!"

"Which I've always thought was a great shame. But, uh, if you're not, how do you explain - ooh! Ooh! I've got it! Yes! Oh Buffy, this is wonderful! Finally, some proof!"

Buffy stared in confused astonishment at her friend's enthusiastic outburst. "Uh, splainy?"

"Nature versus nurture, of course! See, you've spent your entire life as a straight woman so if the focus of your sexuality is down to your upbringing and social conditioning, you'd still be attracted to men now, right? Because nothing in your past has changed. But if it's something physical from your genes that determines your sexuality, well then, your brain - which used to be female and heterosexual, therefore man-attracted - has obviously just become male, but still heterosexual and as such female-attracted. Like reversing the polarity."

When Buffy still looked puzzled, she clarified, "You're still straight, but now you like girls instead of guys." Then Willow pouted, and added, "Which is just my luck, seeing as how your body is now male. Mutter mutter grumble."

"Uh, sorry. I think. But now you've had your little epiphany, can we try and change me back?"

"Sure. But can we, y'know, get dressed and stuff first? I should probably slip into something a little less revealing, for your sake."

"Perhaps you should. Anyway, I need to go to the bathroom. I came straight here when I got out of bed, I kind of had other things on my mind to distract me."

She turned and made for the door, feeling a lot calmer than before. They were back into the familar Scooby Gang rhythm, and she was confident Willow and the guys would soon solve her little problem.

Then she froze in a fresh burst of horror as Willow's laughing voice called out behind her, "Don't forget to put the seat down again after you've finished!"

 



On to Chapter Two

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Posted by: StephenT (stormwreath)
Posted at: 22nd November 2008 13:38 (UTC)

I did think of you when I used that as the first line. :-) (Like I said to deird1 in the comment above, it wasn't my original choice but a later inspiration.) And yeah, I'm not necessarily saying that men and giant bugs have a lot in common...

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