Chapter One

Buffy turned when she felt a tap on her shoulder, expecting to find William's smiling face behind her.

“Hey there Buffy,” a deep, masculine voice purred.

All the blood rushed to Buffy's face as she stared, dumbfounded, at the young man in front of her. I can't believe he knows my name.

Realising he was waiting for her to say something she attempted to kickstart her brain again. “Umm, h-hi Angel,” she stammered. Nervously she tucked her long, brown hair behind her ear, trying to smile without drawing attention to her braces.

He gave her a slow, sexy smirk and she felt her insides flutter. “I was just wondering if you have a date for Riley's end-of-school party tomorrow night.”

“Oh.” Buffy felt embarrassment fill her as she answered, “I kind of haven't...umm...been invited.” She swallowed heavily as she stared at him, hope blossoming unbidden in her chest. Could it be that he's really going to ask me?

Angel looked shocked at her admission. “You really haven't been invited?” When she shook her head he continued, “Wow. I guess that must be because you're such a geek.”

Suddenly laughter erupted from the other side of the hall and Buffy realised that Riley Finn and his girlfriend Cordelia Chase had been watching them the whole time.

Buffy looked back up at Angel to find him trying half-heartedly to contain his mirth. She bit her bottom lip and cast her eyes down as she fought the tears that pricked the back of her eyes. The spark of hope that had glimmered so briefly in her chest died painfully.

Angel took her hand in his and she cringed, filled with shame as a delighted shiver ran up her arm. “We'll try not to have too much fun without you.” With a leer he placed a gentle kiss on the back of her hand.

“Leave her alone Angel.” Buffy started as William's voice sounded behind her. With a jerk she pulled her hand from Angel’s, thankful for her best friend's timely arrival.

Angel simply snorted in the face of William's anger. “What are you gonna do about it Billy Boy?” he laughed. “Torture me by reciting one of your poems?”

The three friends started off down the hall, still laughing, when another girl joined them. “What have you been up to my Angel?” she asked as she greeted her boyfriend.

“Just playing with the lower beings Dru. You want a turn?”

Druscilla Black cast her eyes briefly over Buffy before her gaze landed on William. Buffy heard William gasp when Dru gave him a small enigmatic smile before declaring, “This one's time has yet to come.”

William was frozen, barely able to breath under the intense gaze of this dark beauty. Unable to resist, he let his eyes wander down her curvaceous form. He longed to touch her smooth pale skin; to run his fingers through her long, black tresses. If only…

Without another word, Dru turned and led the group out the front door of the school.

After they were gone Buffy took a deep breath and turned to look at William, only to find him still staring at the door through which Dru and the others had disappeared.

“Will?” She waved a hand in front of his face. “Earth to Will.”

Snapping out of his trance he mumbled, “Huh...what?”

Buffy laughed and shook her head, before returning to the task of cleaning out her locker. “Come on Romeo.” She smiled as she took his arm and started to lead him out of the building. “School's over for the summer, which means a solid few months of freedom from those vultures, and there is much ice cream to be eaten.”

**********

A few weeks later Buffy Summers stood in front of her mirror, staring at her perfect teeth. The braces she'd been wearing for the last 18 months were finally gone. Her flawlessly straight pearly whites gleamed. Now if only I could change everything else, she thought to herself. Looking at herself with a critical eye she saw dull brown hair pulled back in a plain ponytail. Her face was pretty enough but nothing to make guys drool. She never really bothered to learn how to apply make-up properly, and so rarely wore it. Her body was slim, with all the right curves, but she was always self conscious about it and spent most of her time in baggy clothes so as to not draw attention to herself. All in all it was a pretty dowdy package as far as she was concerned.

Suddenly William appeared in the mirror as he moved to stand behind her. “What's wrong Buffy?” he asked, concern marring his features.

Buffy sighed unhappily. “I was just wondering what it will feel like to graduate from high school without ever having been on a date.”

“What are you talking about? You've still got another full year to go. You'll have plenty of dates before you graduate.”

Buffy turned to look her friend in the eye. “That's what I've been telling myself for the past two years Will. The way things are going it's never going to happen.” Her eyes turned watery and she hurried to brush away the tears. “I'm a helpless case.”

“That's ridiculous pet,” William scoffed. “You're smart and you're gorgeous. Just because Angel O'Connor is too dunce to see a good thing when it's staring him right in the face–”

“Angel O'Connor is an arsehole,” Buffy interrupted.

William flashed her his 'how stupid do you think I am' look. “You may know full well what a prancing git he is but that doesn't stop you from wanting him to want you.”

Buffy's face went up in flames as William voiced her secret wish. She'd had no idea anybody knew she had a crush on Angel. But she figured she probably should know better than to think she could get anything past William. They had been best friends since the first day of high school.

“Well what about you,” she countered. “You've been mooning over Druscilla for months now.”

It was William's turn to blush as a silly grin appeared. “I can't help it. I just feel this connection between us. Like if only she took the time to get to know me, we could really mean something to each other. You know?”

Buffy smiled gently. “Yeah, I know. I don't know that Druscilla would be right for you, but I know what you mean.” With a great sigh she flung herself down on her bed. “Oh Will. We make a great pair don't we?”

William groaned aloud in dismay and stretched out beside her. “Yeah pretty much. It's not like people like them will ever notice a pair of dorks like us.”

They looked at each other, understanding and comfort passing easily between them.

Buffy started to giggle. “Don't you wish we had a magic wand and we could be all beautiful and popular and then Angel and Dru would fall all over themselves vying for our attention.”

William chuckled at the visions that filled his head. “Somehow I don't think that sort of change happens overnight.”

Buffy's giggles died abruptly and she looked at William, suddenly scrutinising his light brown curls and wire-rimmed glasses. She sat up, turning to face William on to bed, “Maybe not overnight. But what about over say, a couple of months?”

William frowned in confusion, responding with a very eloquent, “Huh?”

Jumping up from the bed Buffy began to pace as she got excited by her idea. “We have two months before we go back to school. That means we have two full months to turn ourselves into date worthy material.”

William looked at her warily. “You really think we should change who we are?”

“No silly,” Buffy replied, rolling her eyes. Plopping back down beside him she made her case. “You know as well as I do that the sort of stuff that makes kids popular is all superficial surfacey stuff. It's all about the hair and clothes and attitude.

“Will, we don't have to change. Just what we look like, and how we react to the popular crowd. Braces made my teeth look better, this is just taking that further.”

Seeing that William's brain was ticking over as he thought about it Buffy fell silent, a big grin lighting up her face.

Finally William looked up and Buffy felt her excitement growing at the new sparkle she saw in his eyes. “Do you really think we could do it?”

Giggling happily Buffy threw her arms around him and gave him a big hug. “Absolutely. Oh Will this is going to be great.” Pulling back she looked him in the eyes before saying, “Just remember, we are two of the brainiest kids in that school. If we can't pull this off then it's just not possible.”

Finding her excitement contagious William smiled and gave a decisive nod. “Alright love. You've convinced me. I'm in.”

Chapter Two

Buffy nervously straightened her skirt for the dozenth time as she entered the store. Skimpy shirts and low-rider jeans mocked her from every side and she wondered how she'd ever manage to wear any of these clothes in public, let alone sell them.

While excitedly making plans for their upcoming joint metamorphosis a few days earlier, Buffy and William had quickly realised that the transition from class geeks to stud muffins was going to come with a hefty price tag. So they figured they would kill two birds with one stone by getting jobs that would also help them in their goal. William was, at this very moment, being interviewed for a job at a construction site. He figured the manual labour would help him bulk up. And Buffy?

Well, here she stood, in one of the mall's trendiest fashion shops. Looking like a complete idiot, she thought to herself. Taking a deep breath Buffy approached one of the shop assistants and asked to speak to the manager about a job.

“You want to work here?” the girl asked incredulously, after giving her the once over.

“Yes,” Buffy replied awkwardly, fighting the urge to bolt out of the store as soon as the woman's back was turned.

When Buffy saw the manager walking toward her, she almost cringed at the patronising look on the woman's face.

“So you're looking for a job?” she asked as she looked Buffy up and down. Suddenly Buffy wished she'd worn a shorter shirt, a more flirty shirt. And she really should have done something more with her hair.

“What makes you think this is the place for you?” the manager asked curtly.

Quietly Buffy stammered, “Well, I'm a hard worker and I'm willing to learn.”

“Pardon my saying so but you look like you just stepped out of an old woman's department store. Have you ever worn clothes like the ones we sell here?”

Glancing again at the flimsy material covering the walls and the smooth bare midriffs of the other girls in the store Buffy shook her head. “No, but I want to change that. I want to look like other girls.”

“Uh-huh,” the manager replied, chuckling to herself. “That's great sweetie, but I need girls who know what they're doing. I'm afraid you're going to have to change and grow on your own time.” With that, she spun on her high heel and sauntered away, hips swinging.

**********

Buffy stirred two heaped tablespoons of sugar into her coffee and took a big bite out of her chocolate brownie. Stupid fashion victims, she thought, pouting.

Suddenly William appeared in the seat across her, coffee in hand. “You know love if the wind changes your face will be stuck like that forever.”

Seeing his barely contained excitement, Buffy forced herself to smile, not wanting to spoil his good mood. “Looks like you had a good morning. I take it the interview went well?”

William nodded happily, a curly lock of hair falling in his eyes. “It went great.” He pushed his hair back impatiently and adjusted his glasses. “I met the head of the carpentry crew, Xander Harris, he's only a few years older than us really. At first he didn't think I'd be up for the hard work, but I did my ‘you won’t be disappointed’ speech and eventually he decided to give me a chance. I start on Monday and I'll be working four days a week throughout the summer.”

“You're such a born orator Will,” Buffy told him with a grin. “You could talk anybody into anything with that mouth of yours.”

“Well I'm hoping to use it for more than just talking pet,” he drawled in a low voice.

Two sets of eyes suddenly widened at his words, and then they both burst out laughing.

“What the hell was that?” Buffy asked, trying to stifle her giggles.

William's face was bright red as he replied, “I have no idea.”

Buffy arched a brow at him. “Well well. Give him one win and he turns into Mr Flirty Man. At this rate you'll have the girls swooning in no time.”

“I don't know about that but I suppose I have to start somewhere.” Taking a sip of his coffee he asked, “So how did you do? Have you too joined the ranks of the employed?”

The grin quickly left Buffy's face and she stared uncomfortably into her coffee cup. “Not so much.” Buffy went on to tell him about her experience in the fashion store.

“Pack of wankers,” William muttered angrily, when she was done. Reaching out to squeeze her hand he implored, “But Buffy, you can't give up just because you were turned down by one snotty store.”

“Five stores Will,” Buffy murmured, refusing to meet his gaze.

“What?”

She sighed. “I went to four other stores after that one. Some were a little more polite about it than others but they all had pretty much the same reaction.” She looked up miserably, her eyes a little teary. “Only one of them actually laughed. That's something I suppose.”

William swore under his breath, then suddenly he brightened. “Wait a minute. When I was talking to Xander, he mentioned that his fiancée owns a store downtown. It was...umm...” He paused for a moment. “Oh, The Magic Box. I know it's not a clothing store but maybe you could get a job there.”

When Buffy looked doubtful he added, “I know she's looking for someone. Xander kind of suggested I apply there before I managed to convince him I can be useful for lugging something heavier than books.” He looked a little embarrassed by that admission and Buffy squeezed his hand, smiling in reassurance.

“I guess it can't hurt to try,” she said with a shrug. “What's one more rejection to add to the list.”

William paced on the sidewalk near the door to The Magic Box an hour later. He had a feeling if Buffy was turned down for this job, on top of all the others, she might be tempted to call off the whole plan. And the more he thought about it the more convinced he became that they could pull it off. A bell tinkled in the afternoon air and William looked up to see Buffy exiting the store. When she saw him a radiant smile lit up her face and she gave him a big thumbs up. William grinned back at her. Yes! His mind shouted. All systems a-go!

Chapter Three

“I’ve been thinking about the whole image thing.”

Buffy looked up from the magazine she was flipping through to watch William as he examined himself in front of her mirror. He’d raked his hands through his hair so that it was held back from his face. Wow. He really does have great cheekbones, she mused as she sipped at her Diet Coke. She knew how hard William had been working over the past month, both at his construction job and with her at the gym, and as her eyes drifted down over the hard lines of his body she realized it was really beginning to show. Yummy, she thought to herself, then blinked in surprise at her own thoughts.

The gym time had also done wonders for Buffy. Her already slim form was now nicely toned. She had also spent a couple of days each week sunbaking in her backyard, giving her skin a healthy golden glow. At last she was grateful for the bikini her mother had brought home for her ages ago. All in all Buffy felt stronger and more confident in her own body than she ever had, and she knew it was the same for William.

Now, with only two weeks left until the start of school, they both knew it was time to get serious about cosmetic changes. Which had led to this afternoon. Buffy was sprawled comfortably on her bed, surrounded by the latest fashion magazines, while William stared at himself in her mirror, pondering his next move.

“What have you been thinking?” she asked, finally responding to his comment about image.

“I think I need one – an image. Something memorable you know? Somehow I don’t think a simple haircut and a couple of new clothes will be enough.”

Sitting up, Buffy pondered for a while before saying, “You’re right. And I don’t see you as the sports jock.” She giggled at the image that evoked.

“Bloody oath no!” William exclaimed with disgust. “I’d rather grab a good book than have to sit through some sodding football game.”

Buffy smiled at his complete lack of interest in anything to do with sport. “That’s my Will,” she joked.

William plopped down beside her and looked at her anxiously. “So what do I do?”

Raising her eyebrows in surprise Buffy asked, “You’re kidding right? How can you not know this one? Have you never seen a teen movie?”

At William’s blank look she rolled her eyes. “You are going to be…” she paused for effect, “the bad boy with a heart of gold.”

Raucous laughter filled the room and William nearly fell off the bed. “You don’t actually think that will work do you?” He managed to get out between guffaws. “Buffy, I’m known through that whole school as William the Bloody Awful Poet. No one is going to mistake me for a bad boy.”

“Trust me on this,” Buffy assured him. “You know I’ve always adored your poetry. The other girls have just never bothered to take the time to really read it. To see it the way I have. But when it’s all wrapped up in mystery and leather? They will all be wishing you’d write about them. Plus, with the new look and everything they’ll all be dying to know what happened over the summer to change you. It will be a great excuse for drastic changes. Lots of black clothes and stuff. You can make the whole, ‘I don’t care what I look like’ cliché work totally in your favour.” She could see William was thinking about it now and knew she’d pretty much won this round.

Running her fingers through his hair she murmured, “I will miss these curls though.”

Turning to look at her William smiled a little sadly. “If all this works out the way we’ve planned, everything is going to be different for both of us,” he said quietly.

With a small sigh Buffy nodded. “Yeah, it will.”

William reached out to tuck her hair behind her ear, sliding one finger back down her cheek. “I just don’t want things to change between us. I don’t want to lose you.”

Gripping his hand in hers she held his gaze steadily as she replied, “You’re not going to lose me. We just have to promise that no matter what happens, we’ll always be there for each other. Promise?”

William nodded firmly. “I promise.”

Suddenly he pulled her into a tight hug and she returned it fiercely. For long minutes they held each other, until the fear of what the future might hold was pushed back.

When they parted Buffy pulled William up from the bed. “Now come on,” she said as she led him out of her room. “We’re going to go rent a copy of The Breakfast Club, which you will then watch without complaint. We’ll turn you into a bad boy yet.”

William came up close behind her and leaned down to purr into her ear, “Five more minutes behind your closed bedroom door and I could give you a little taste of just how bad I can be.”

Buffy shivered in response before her jaw dropped and she swung around to stare at him with wide eyes. “You’re doing that flirty thing again,” she squeaked accusingly.

He laughed at her sudden lack of composure. “Yeah well, practise makes perfect you know.”

“Hmph,” Buffy squeaked again before spinning on her heel and walking off, leaving a chuckling William to follow after her.

**********

Buffy sat staring at her breakfast cereal, a worried frown creasing her forehead. Her spoon meandered absently through her now soggy Corn Flakes.

“Is something wrong honey?”

Snapping abruptly out of her musings Buffy looked up to find her mother sitting across from her at the kitchen table.

“No Mom, I’m fine,” she replied a little too brightly.

Joyce sipped her coffee, watching as her daughter finished her breakfast. “So what are you doing today?”

Buffy smiled hesitantly. “I’m…umm…I’m going shopping.”

“Oh that sounds like fun. Shopping for anything in particular?”

Blushing a little Buffy muttered, “Everything actually.”

At Joyce’s questioning look Buffy explained. “I’m looking to do something a little different this year. Some new clothes, different hair, the whole bit. I’ve saved all the money I’ve earned at The Magic Box, and today is the day I go shopping.” Finishing her speech with a determined nod Buffy looked up to find her mother staring at her in shock. “Mom, are you still there?” she asked a little worriedly.

Joyce smiled suddenly, “Yes, of course. What brought this on Buffy?”

Shrugging, Buffy suddenly became fascinated with her fingernails. “I don’t know. I just feel like I’m missing out on stuff. I’ll be going to college next year and I’ve never even been on a date. And it’s not just me. Will’s doing it too.”

Joyce laughed. “I knew something was going on with you two. All those trips to the gym and you buying fashion magazines you’ve never been interested in before. I just didn’t realize it was quite so dramatic.”

Buffy cringed. “You think it’s stupid don’t you.”

“Absolutely not,” Joyce said firmly. “I think it’s a wonderful idea. Remember who’s been trying to get you out of those ridiculous knee-length skirts for the past two years.” Buffy blushed again, remembering all the times Joyce had tried to steer her into the trendy stores at the mall, only to have Buffy bolt in the other direction.

“Would you like me to come with you?” Joyce asked suddenly. “For moral support?”

Buffy smiled at her mother’s eagerness. “Thanks. But I think this is something I need to do on my own.”

“Okay.” Joyce rose from her chair, grabbing her handbag off the kitchen counter. Rifling through it briefly she pulled a hundred dollars out of her wallet and handed it to Buffy. “My donation to the cause.”

Buffy gave her mother a big hug, grateful for her support. “Thanks Mom,” she whispered as she pulled back, a big smile on her face. “Well, I’d better get ready to go. Big day ahead.”

As Buffy left the kitchen, a wistful smile crossed Joyce’s face. Finally, she thought to herself, my little girl is coming out of hiding.

Chapter Four

Buffy sat in stunned silence, staring at herself in the mirror.

“So what do ya think darlin’?” the hairdresser grinned at her from over her shoulder.

Buffy’s mouth opened and closed a few times before she finally managed to form actual words. “I love it!” A hug smile spread across her face and she giggled at her own reflection.

Her long hair had been cut a few inches shorter so that it fell to her shoulder blades. A few layers had been cut into it so that it bounced lightly around her shoulders when she moved. The dull brown had been replaced with a golden blonde. Soft foils in a lighter blonde had been scattered throughout. Giving it depth and added lustre.

She’d also had her eyebrows plucked. The thinner, soft arch made her sparkling green eyes look bigger against the fairness of her oval face. A manicure and pedicure completed the deal, with a pale neutral tone now covering her nails.

When she left the salon a few minutes later Buffy was beaming with happiness. Eager to take the next step in her transformation she headed straight for the first clothing store she could find.

“Well don’t you just look like a kitten with a fresh bowl of cream.”

Buffy turned toward the shop assistant. The slightly older girl had, long, dark brown hair. Her curvaceous figure was enhanced by tight black jeans that rode low on her hips, and a tight red t-shirt. A tag on her shirt proclaimed her to be ‘Faith’.

Still beaming Buffy responded, “I’m here to buy clothes.”

Faith chuckled at Buffy’s blunt enthusiasm and quickly looked her up and down. “That’s great. What sort of thing are you after? I’m afraid we don’t have anything like what you’re wearing now but I’ve got some great stuff if you’re looking to cut loose a little.”

Buffy smiled a little nervously, remembering the way she’d been rejected the day she tried to get a job in stores similar to this one, and was glad that Faith at least seemed willing to give her the time of day. “That’d be great.” She blushed shyly. “I’m kind of reinventing myself. So, I’m open to trying anything you’d be willing to show me.”

“No shit, really?”

When Buffy nodded Faith’s brown eyes sparkled with anticipation. “In that case, I know exactly what you need.” Grabbing Buffy by the arm she drew her toward the dressing rooms. “Don’t worry gorgeous,” she added, “I’ll take care of you.”

When Buffy opened the dressing room door a short time later she had her arms crossed over her chest and a look of pure terror on her face.

“What’s wrong?” Faith laughed good-naturedly.

“I-I don’t know Faith. I don’t think this is really me,” Buffy stammered.

Faith lifted a perfectly shaped eyebrow at her. “Do I need to remind you already that you came here to find the new you?”

Buffy cringed. “True.”

“Well then,” Faith encouraged. “You’ll never find the new you if you don’t experiment.” She pulled Buffy out of the dressing room and turned her toward the full-length mirror. “Now put your arms down and feast your eyes on the hotness that is Buffy.”

Reluctantly Buffy withdrew her arms and forced herself to look in the mirror. She blinked. Then blinked again. “Wow,” she whispered in awe. Her slim hips and long legs were encased in soft black leather pants. Her halter top was emerald green, making her eyes sparkle like jewels. It was snugly fitted to just under her breasts, before falling loosely to the waist. Just a hint of midriff showed as she turned this way and that, admiring herself in the mirror.

“You said it B,” Faith grinned and waggled her eyebrows over Buffy’s shoulder. “You’ll have all the boys panting. And quite a few of the girls too actually,” she added as an afterthought.

Buffy’s smile faded a little as a dozen butterflies suddenly came alive in her belly. “You really think so?”

“Trust me,” Faith reassured her. “They’ll fall all over themselves.” She leaned in to speak in hushed tones. “When you walk into a room wearing this outfit, every man there will give you a standing ovation. And they won’t even have to get out of their chairs.” She gave Buffy a conspiratorial wink and then wandered away. “Now let’s see about finding you a great little skirt.”

As Faith started picking items off the racks Buffy snuck another look in the mirror, flushing a bright red as Faith’s words ran through her mind. Tilting her head slightly she regarded herself in a new light. Standing up a little straighter she ran her hands over her hips, pushing out her chest proudly. With a firm nod and a deep breath she went back into the dressing room, ready to try on more of Faith’s suggestions.

Buffy found it much easier, after saying goodbye to Faith, to shop in the other stores. Though she carefully avoided the assistants she recognised from her job hunting expedition. After the shock of the black leather pants, choosing sundresses, and other day clothes, suddenly seemed easy. She even began to learn a little about her personal preferences. And thank God I did, she giggled to herself as she remembered a barely-there hot pink number some ditzy salesgirl had tried to get her into.

By late afternoon she found herself wandering happily around the mall wearing her new blue denim jeans and a baby-blue spaghetti strap top. Low-heeled tan sandals grace her feet. Her golden hair swished lightly around her shoulders and she walked with a proud swing to her hips. Inwardly she delighted every time a male head turned to watch her go by. Her arms were laden with bags containing everything she would need in the coming weeks. Shoes, accessories, make-up, clothes, even new lingerie to help her feel good all over. She’d never had so much fun shopping in her life, and now she was dying to show William her new look.
 

Chapter Five

Spike tried not to fidget as he waited for Buffy in the alley that led to The Bronze. They’d decided to meet there so they could enter the club together and test out their new looks on others. They weren’t too worried about running into Angel, Dru, or anyone else from that crowd. There was still a week left before school started so it was still too early for them to have arrived back from their various summer vacation destinations.

Leaning against a brick wall Spike kept his hands tucked into his pockets; one leg bent to rest on the wall behind him. His day had been full of revelations. When Buffy had first suggested that he adopt a devil may care bad boy image he’d thought the idea was ludicrous. But then, after he’d ruminated on it for a few days, he grew to like the idea. The thought of simply not caring anymore how other people saw him, of being his own man. It struck a cord inside him, stirring the deep passions that coursed through his veins. For the first time in his life he was compelled to funnel them not into his poetry, but into his life. He wanted to live the words he’d composed so painstakingly on paper. By the time he left his house that morning he had felt a new strength building in him, and he knew what he had to do. And now the moment of reckoning has arrived, he mused. He’d done everything he could. If this didn’t change his life, nothing would.

With that grim thought occupying his mind he glanced toward the end of the alley, where he saw a girl appear out of the shadows. Sucking in a deep breathe he could only stare in awe as she drew closer. She wore knee-high black leather boots. A few scant inches of smooth tanned skin tantalised him before disappearing beneath a short black skirt. Blood red material clung enticingly to her torso, the gentle swell of firm young breasts merely hinted at above the draped neckline.

Long golden tresses were swept up in loose curls on top of her head; with just a few tendrils bouncing freely around her delicate oval face. Green eyes sparkled above full red lips that seemed to quiver slightly in anticipation. Her step was light and confident, enhancing her stunning looks. She was the most beautiful creature Spike had ever seen. She was a goddess. She was sex on legs. She was…Buffy?!

“Oh my God,” Spike whispered in amazement. His heart was thumping loudly in his chest as he pushed off the wall, coming to stand in her path. “Hello cutie,” he said quietly.

For a moment she regarded him a little warily. Then her eyes widened with recognition and her mouth dropped open in surprise. “William?” she whispered.

“Yeah love. It’s me,” he replied, a smile tugging at his lips.

Buffy couldn’t drag her eyes away from him. His curls were gone. His hair had been bleached to a platinum blonde and then slicked back, making his razor sharp cheekbones stand out in the hard planes of his face. Her eyes wandered down his body, taking in the big black boots, tight black jeans and black t-shirt. The ensemble was completed by an ankle length black leather coat. Oh my God, she thought to herself. He’s gorgeous.

Slowly they circled each other, hardly able to believe the changes wrought in one single day. The rest of the world had faded away. The sounds of their heavy breathing were loud in the quietness of the empty alley. Their hands itched to reach out and touch the vision in front of them.

Suddenly Buffy squealed as her emotions overcame her. Abruptly she launched herself into Spike’s arms, hugging him tightly as she giggled delightedly. “Oh Will,” she said ecstatically. “You look fantastic. All dark and mysterious and gorgeous. I’m so happy for you.”

Trying hard not to grin like a fool at her compliments Spike cleared his throat and murmured, “It’s Spike now pet.”

Puzzled, Buffy pulled back to stare at him blankly. “Huh?”

“William doesn’t really go with the new image. I thought the name Spike was more fitting.”

Pausing, Buffy drew away from him and ran her eyes once more over his form. “Spike,” she murmured, as if to test out the name on her tongue. Finally she nodded with approval. “Yeah, you’re right. I like it.”

Spike couldn’t help but smile with relief, glad that she hadn’t laughed at him. “What about you love? I mean I always knew you were pretty but this...” When words failed him he reached out to cup her cheek in his hand, swallowing hard to dispel the lump that had formed in his throat. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

Buffy grinned, bursting with pride as she noted that this was the first time he’d ever actually referred to her as a woman. “You like?” she asked happily, stepping away to do a little spin.

Spike bit back a groan as his gaze slid appreciatively over her slender form. Dragging his reluctant eyes back up to her face he smiled at the adorable way her curls bounced around as she moved. “Oh yeah,” he finally replied, waggling his eyebrows at her.

“Good.” Her voice became low and husky as she moved closer, placing her hands lightly on his chest. “Because I wore this just for you.”

Struck dumb by her seductive tone and the sight of her slightly parted lips, so close to his own, Spike fought to latch onto a thought, any thought, that didn’t involve kissing her senseless. Then his gaze flickered to her eyes, catching the glint of amusement in their green depths, and that’s when it hit him. She was doing it on purpose!

“Oh you’re evil,” he said, backing up in an attempt to remove himself from temptation.

She flashed him a cheeky grin. “What? You think you’re the only one who can flirt?” She winked and he couldn’t help but chuckle at her antics.

“Touché love.” Capturing her hands in his, Spike pulled her with him as he backed toward the door of the club. He grinned, saying, “Come on Goldilocks, it’s time to put these new facades of ours to the test.”

Chapter Six

As they entered The Bronze Buffy was suddenly overcome with a case of nerves. What if this didn’t work? She’d had a great reaction from Will, no Spike. Her stomach turned another somersault as she remembered the way his blue eyes had glided over her body appreciatively when he saw her. But other people? What if they all saw through the new outer-Buffy to the trembling nerd still lurking underneath?

“Maybe we should find a seat in the corner,” she whispered urgently in Spike’s ear. “You know, scope out the place first.”

He turned to look at her in amusement. Giving her hand a squeeze he shook his head. “Time to take the plunge pet. No turning back now.”

With a slight whimper Buffy followed as he led them to a table near the dance floor. “You sit while I go get us some drinks,” he said loudly over the music.

Buffy’s eyes immediately widened in panic. “You’re leaving me?”

He smile at her reaction and leaned closer so he wouldn’t have to speak as loudly. “Buffy you need to relax. Enjoy the music.” His head tilted slightly. “Where’s my brave kitten?”

Suddenly mesmerized by his closeness, and slightly melty from his new affectation, Buffy laughed at her own behaviour. “You’re right,” she stated firmly. “Go. I’ll sit and soak up the atmosphere.”

Spike smiled at her. “That’s my girl,” he murmured in a low voice, before striding confidently in the direction of the bar.

“Wohoo honey. You’ve got yourself one hell of a man there B.”

Startled, Buffy turned to find the young woman from the first clothing store she’d visited that day standing behind her.

“Faith? What are you doing here?” she blurted out in surprise.

Chuckling to herself Faith cocked an eyebrow. “Well you see at the end of the day I close the store and then if I’ve been a good girl I’m allowed out in public.”

Buffy turned beet red and cringed with embarrassment. “Oh I’m so sorry. I didn't mean it to come out like that. I was just surprised to see you again.”

“That’s okay. I see the big transformation is taking effect. You look hot as hell girl.”

Buffy beamed with pleasure. “Thank you.”

“Now back to the hotty you’re with…he yours?”

Looking over at the bar Buffy saw Spike being served. She noticed the number of looks he was getting from the girls nearby and felt pride swell in her chest at his success in being noticed. Turning back to Faith she answered. “No. He’s my best friend, but we’re not together.”

Faith nodded, a bemused expression on her face. “Sure. Whatever you say.”

At that moment Spike arrived with drinks in hand. After thanking him, Buffy introduced Faith to Spike. “Faith is single-handedly responsible for this outfit,” she told him.

“Damn right,” Faith agreed with a mischievous grin. “What do you think Spike? Doesn’t she look good enough to eat?”

Spike looked warmingly at Buffy. “Without a doubt.”

Buffy blushed and looked fixedly into her glass, not sure how to react to so many compliments in such a short time.

“Okay Buffy.” Faith laughed as she watched the interaction between the two ‘friends’. “Let’s get your arse on that floor and shake it.”

Buffy shook her head emphatically. “Oh no, Faith. Really, I don’t dance.”

Faith just laughed. “Now you do.” Grabbing Buffy by the arm she pulled her onto the dance floor.

“Come on B. Just relax and go with the flow. You’re gonna love it.”

Buffy looked frantically around, convinced everyone would be gawking at her and laughing. Faith captured Buffy’s face in her hands. “Buffy stop thinking. Just keep your eyes on me and do what I do.”

Still reluctant, but willing to try, Buffy watched Faith’s body as she moved to the music. Taking a deep breath Buffy began to move her hips just a little, mimicking the movements of the older girl.

Faith nodded encouragingly. “You’re getting it, now just open yourself up to the music.”

Slowly gaining confidence Buffy swayed and moved to the beat. Lifting her arms over her head she let her head fall back, enjoying the languid movements of her own body. She’d never felt so free and sexy.

“That’s it girl. What did I tell you? You’ll have every man in this room eating out of your hands in no time; including your boy Spike.”

Buffy looked over at their table to find Spike watching her intently. A look of lust clear on his hard features. Buffy felt a jolt of heat shoot through her as she watched him. Revelling in her new found freedom she allowed a shadow of a smile to tug at the corners of her mouth. Then she sent him a mischievous wink as she dipped her body lower, gyrating her hips in sensual abandon.

Spike’s jaw practically dropped and she laughed cheekily at his discomfort. It was official, this was the best night of her life.

**********

Buffy was feeling powerful and exhilarated by the time the music took a turn for the slow and dreamy side. Out of breath from her exertions, she thanked Faith and was making her way off the dance floor when Spike appeared in front of her and pulled her into his arms.

Buffy gasped as she felt his strong arms settle around her waist. Tentatively she wound her arms around his neck and relaxed into his embrace, giving him a big smile.

“Hey there Spike,” she said a little breathlessly.

Spike smiled a little in pleasure at how easily she’d adjusted to his new name. “Hey there,” he replied. “You looked great out here.”

“Thank you,” Buffy said a little shyly, blushing at the thought of the way she’d been dancing. Then she giggled happily. “I’ve never had so much fun.”

“Not even that time we had the popcorn fight in your living room and your Mum threatened to keep us apart till we turned 30?”

Buffy laughed at the memory. “Okay. Maybe tonight is a close runner-up.”

Spike’s fingers flexed on her waist as he fought not to draw her body tighter against his. Holding her like this, after seeing her dance so provocatively, it was completely addling his brain. His senses were overloading with the feel of her, the sight, the scent of her perfumed skin. It was only the vague knowledge that if she was any closer she’d know intimately exactly what kind of effect she was having on him that kept him in control.

“I never would have believed this gorgeous sex kitten was lurking beneath those braces and baggy jeans.”

Blushing again at his words Buffy found she couldn’t meet his gaze. “I’m still just me,” she murmured.

Lifting her chin with one finger Spike smiled tenderly down at her. “I know that,” he said quietly, stroking her cheek softly. “I just look into your eyes, and there’s my Buffy.”

“Still love me then?” she asked a little uncertainly.

Spike grinned. “Always.”

**********

A few hours later Spike was walking Buffy home as she espoused on what a success the evening had been for both of them.

“For you absolutely,” Spike agreed in a disheartened tone. “But I’m not so sure about me.”

Buffy’s jaw dropped in shock. “Are you kidding me? Didn’t you see what you did in there tonight?”

Spike frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I mean every girl in that place was practically falling over herself to get your attention.”

“They were?” Spike sounded somewhat doubtful.

“Spike. The girls that sidled up to you at the bar and tried to start a conversation, the girl that accidentally bumped into you and spilled ice water all over the front of her conveniently white blouse, even Faith wanted at you. And I have yet to even mention the girls that just stared longingly from a distance hoping to catch your eye.”

“Really?” Spike said in amazement. “How’d I miss all that?”

Buffy thought about it for a moment before deciding on a theory. “Maybe because you still weren’t really expecting it to happen and so you weren’t looking for it.”

More like because I was staring at you all night, Spike thought, choosing not to share that piece of revealing information. “Mmm,” he murmured, looking down at himself as they approached Buffy’s door and took a seat on the swing outside. “Guess it must be the coat.”

Buffy just laughed at his cluelessness. “It was you silly. The way you walked, talked, the way you stood. Look at you, you’re practically humming with dark intensity.”

“So the whole big bad thing’s working then?” Spike spoke with a low tone, holding her gaze firmly.

Buffy shivered in response. Nodding, she whispered huskily, “It’s working alright.”

“Good.” Spike finally released her from his gaze. “It feels more comfortable then I thought it would. Like it’s a real part of me coming out.”

Buffy smiled. “I know what you mean. I still feel a little awkward sometimes but…this whole process, it’s been kind of liberating.”

For a few minutes they sat staring out into the darkness, lost in their own thoughts.

“Right then,” Spike said, breaking the silence. “I should probably get home. Got a whole ‘nother two blocks ahead of me.” They stood and walked toward the steps.

“Thanks for walking me home. I had a great night.”

“Me too,” Spike agreed, turning to look at her.

A moment passed, then another, as a strange awkwardness settled between them. As if suddenly neither was quite sure what to do next.

Buffy peeked up from beneath lowered lashes to find Spike regarding her silently. His mouth was open, as if he wanted to say something but wasn’t quite sure how.

“This is suddenly weird isn’t it?” she blurted suddenly.

“How do you mean pet?” he asked with a frown.

“This, between us,” she said, pointing between them. “We’ve been best friends for a long time. We’ve been just friends. Then we both go and do our damnedest to become irresistible to the opposite sex. And now…” Her voice trailed off as she found herself unable to say the actual words.

Spike dropped his gaze to his boots, taking a fortifying breath before facing her again. “You feel it too huh?”

Buffy simply nodded, her face flushing a vivid red.

“It’s only natural I suppose,” Spike said matter of factly, trying to ease the sudden tension. “Seeing whole new sides of each other and all.”

“Yeah,” Buffy agreed emphatically. “Only natural.”

Another pause sat between them and pondered for a bit.

“So what do we do?” Spike suddenly asked.

Buffy opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. She gulped. “I don’t know. I can’t deny it would be easy. To just go with it.” Their eyes locked and as she looked into those fiery blue orbs she had to fight to remember what she was going to say. With a monumental effort she looked away. “But,” she continued with determination, “I’m not so sure we should take the easy road. It would be like backing out.”

Spike frowned. “You think we’d just be hiding again. With each other.”

Buffy shrugged. “Maybe.”

“And now that we’ve come so far with the plan you think we should commit to seeing it through. New experiences and all that.”

Buffy nodded, obviously anxious about his reaction. “It’s just that if we didn’t feel this before, I can’t help but wonder if maybe when we get used to each other again it will…I don’t know…go away?”

“Sure. Maybe.” Spike fidgeted with the edge of his coat, hating the discomfort their conversation was causing.

“I just don’t want anything to ruin our friendship because we rushed into something.”

Spike gave one sharp nod of agreement. “Me neither.” He shrugged. “Still friends then?”

Buffy smiled at him, just wanting everything to be okay between them. “Always.”

After a moment they hugged each other tightly, taking comfort in their closeness. When they parted, Spike tweaked Buffy on the nose gently. “’Night pet.”

“Good night Spike.” Buffy watched him walk down the path before turning to enter the house.
 

Chapter Seven

The night before school started Buffy and Spike were ensconced on her couch. A big bowl of popcorn sat on Spike’s lap as they watched scary movies and relaxed, trying not to think about tomorrow. Buffy’s head rested lazily upon his shoulder, both hands wrapped around his bicep for easy grasping when the movie hit a scary part. At least she told herself that’s why she was clinging like a burr to his side.

They hadn’t talked again about the attraction that had sprung up between them. For the most part they’d settled back into their comfortable, easy friendship. Sure she’d find herself staring at him sometimes when he wasn’t looking, and she thought she’d caught him doing the same thing on occasion. But they were still getting used to the new looks so that wasn’t so unusual. And they’d never had any qualms about touching each other before, whether it be a hello hug or a comforting squeeze of the hand. So if those touches lingered a little longer now, it was nothing to go making a fuss about. They had kept up the gentle flirtations, but they were just practicing for when they had to flirt for real. No, Buffy assured herself on a daily basis. Nothing has really changed.

Spike closed his eyes for a moment and savoured the feel of having Buffy pressed snugly against his side. Occasionally she would practically strangle his arm – guys with face masks and chainsaws always had that effect on her – but he didn’t mind. He liked having her close. Plus the little squealy sounds she made when she was frightened never ceased to be funny.

After their night at The Bronze he’d thought a lot about what Buffy had said. About how before ‘the change’ they’d been friends and only friends. That maybe it was just the cosmetic changes that had sparked the heat and desire that had burned in them both that night. He did agree that if that was true then they probably shouldn’t be more than friends. After all, sudden lusty passion for a person that looked as desirable as Buffy had that night was all well and good but it would never sustain a real romantic relationship. But then, a little voice whispered, was it really so sudden? He remembered all the time they’d spent together in the past few years. He’d loved spending time with her, hated being parted from her. And quite frankly he’d never been that physically affectionate with his other female friends. Never really wanted to. But on the other hand he’d never really thought about Buffy that way. He’d never fantasised about being with her and holding her. Okay, so she had starred in the odd erotic dream here and there but he was a red-blooded male after all. It was natural to have those sorts of dreams.

He snuck a sideways look at her. Her golden hair hung free around her shoulders, tucked firmly behind her ears just like it used to be. She wore a pair of denim shorts and a pink tank top with the word gorgeous printed across the front. Her face was free of make-up. She looked natural and comfortable. And just as beautiful as she did dressed to kill and gyrating on that dance floor, he thought with a smile. The attraction he’d felt for her that night stirred afresh and he frowned in confusion.

He didn’t know what any of it meant. The only thing he did know was that right now he had Buffy exactly where he wanted her, right here beside him. If everything else had to wait till they’d had time to sort themselves out? Well he was okay with that. Buffy was worth the wait.

A quiet sigh and the slight stirring of Buffy snuggling into him wrenched him from his thoughts and back to the small screen. The two lead characters had found themselves alone in a room, with a bed of course, and they were now locked in a passionate embrace. Spike glanced down at Buffy and saw the dreamy look on her face. Glancing back to the TV he watched the two teenagers on-screen, still kissing as they began to shed their clothes. I wonder what it will be like, he thought wistfully. Maybe some day soon…

“Holy crap!” Spike suddenly sat bolt upright in his seat. A look a sheer panic on his face.

Having been engrossed in the movie Buffy gave a small shout of surprise, jumping beside him. “Spike what’s wrong?”

Suddenly remembering Buffy’s presence Spike stared at her. “Dating,” he blurted out. “We’re gonna go out on actual dates.”

Buffy’s eyebrows crept up her forehead as she gave him an odd look. “Yes.” she said with an exaggerated drawl.

“What if some girl expects me to kiss her?”

Despite the sudden squirm of discomfort she felt at the thought of him kissing some random girl Buffy replied, “Then I guess you’ll just have to kiss her.”

Spike blushed a furious shade of red before shrugging in a nonchalant manner and settling back into the couch. “Right,” he stated, clearing his throat. “I just…never mind.”

Buffy smiled at him as understanding suddenly dawned. “Spike,” she said gently, “you’ve never kissed a girl have you.”

Keeping his eyes fixed firmly on the TV, his jaw clenched tightly, Spike shook his head curtly.

“Well, I’ve never kissed a guy either.” She shrugged. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“No Buffy. It’s nothing for you to be ashamed of,” he argued, anxiety making his voice harsh. “At least no one would really have been surprised with geeky old William. But Buffy, does Spike look like the kind of guy who doesn’t know how to kiss a girl?”

“Ugh, I see your point.”

They sat in silence for a moment as Buffy pondered his dilemma and Spike wished for a giant hole to swallow him whole, thereby ending this painfully embarrassing discussion.

Buffy’s voice was barely audible when she finally ventured, “You could kiss me.”

Spike’s head shot around so fast she was amazed he didn’t end up with whiplash. “What did you say?”

Now that she’d said the words Buffy rushed to explain. “Well I don’t exactly want to accidentally slobber all over some guy because I don’t know what I’m doing. At least this way we don’t have to be embarrassed if we stuff it all up. It’d be like the flirting, practise makes perfect.”

She stopped to take a breath and saw him staring at her in bewilderment. “Buffy.” He was breathing a little heavier now and she knew he was considering it. “Are you sure you want me to do this? To give you your first kiss?”

Smiling at his tender question Buffy forced herself to meet his gaze. “I’d be honoured if you would.”

A rush of air burst out of him as he released the breath he hadn’t realised he was holding. “Okay.” He repositioned himself on the couch so they were facing each other. “How do you want to do this?”

Buffy grabbed the remote control and muted the movie before tossing the controls back on the coffee tale. Then she tucked one leg under her so she could face Spike. “Well,” she said a little uncertainly. “I think you just…kiss me.”

“Right.” Spike flashed her a nervous smile. “Here goes then.” With a sudden burst of movement Spike lurched forward, smacking his lips against hers.

Buffy tried to return the kiss but after a moment she pulled back, giggling. “I’m not going to have any lips left if you press that hard.”

Spike cringed. “Sorry love. Nervous energy.”

After rubbing her lips to restart the circulation Buffy licked them and took a deep breath. “Okay, let’s try this again.”

Nodding, Spike leaned forward again, tentatively this time, to gently brush his lips against hers. This time Buffy kissed him back. He was warm and tender and she sighed in pleasure. She felt his mouth open slightly and, unable to hold back, she slid her tongue into his mouth. She moaned at the heat of him and eagerly delved further. He learned back into the couch slightly and she followed. His hands found the sensitive skin just above her waist where he unexpectedly played his fingertips along her sides.

With a loud squeal Buffy tore away, only to glare at him accusingly. “You tickled me!”

Spike had collapsed back on the couch, sucking in gulps of air. At the look on Buffy’s face he gave in to a deep belly laugh. “I’m sorry love,” he apologised, before another peel of laughter escaped him. “You were choking me with your tongue and I couldn’t get you off.”

Buffy gave a horrified gasp and covered her offending mouth with her hands. With a loud groan of dismay she leaned into the back of the couch. “I did warn you about slobber,” she whimpered in a muffled voice.

“But I didn’t think you meant actual slobbering.” Spike dissolved into another laughing fit. Buffy just groaned again, refusing to show her face.

Still smiling at the ridiculousness of their situation, Spike sat up to wrap his arms around Buffy in a big comforting hug. “We make a bloody brilliant pair don’t we love? Both as hopeless as each other.”

Snuggling her face into Spike’s chest Buffy managed a giggle, nodding in agreement. Sniffing unhappily she finally lifted her head to look into Spike’s eyes, grateful for the affection and acceptance she saw there. She felt safe snuggled in his embrace, and, slipping her arms around his waist, she hugged him to her. “At least now we know we suck,” she reasoned. “Who would have thought kissing would be so hard.”

“Don’t worry love,” he said quietly, tucking a stray lock of hair back behind her right ear. “We’ll figure it out.” He snorted. “Hopefully without causing any permanent damage.”

Buffy giggled and Spike couldn’t help but think how pretty the sound was. All light and tinkly. Funny how he’d never really noticed that before. Gazing into her eyes as they sparkled with the remnants of her unshed tears Spike suddenly felt like he was falling into their clear green depths. His body stilled as his eyes dropped to her pink, kiss-swollen mouth. Without thought he slowly lowered his head, pressing his lips to hers. After a moment he pulled back to look at her. She watched him with wide, trusting eyes. He saw her take a shaky breath and then his eyes slid closed as he moved in to kiss her again. His touch was firmer now, his mouth moving over hers experimentally. He touched his tongue to her bottom lip, caressing it with light strokes. When her mouth parted slightly he slid just between her lips, searching for more.

Buffy whimpered quietly, her hands clenching his t-shirt tightly. Tentatively she touched the tip of her tongue to his. For long moments they went no further; simply tasting each other. Their mouths indulging in gentle explorations of warmth and texture. Then Spike’s hand slid up into her hair, cupping the nape of her neck and with a relieved groan, he deepened the kiss.

Buffy felt like fireworks were going off inside her belly. Her senses reeled at the feel of him. And when at last they parted, she found that she was trembling in his arms. Her ragged breath echoed his own as they stared at each other, unable to move away.

“Wow,” she whispered.

“Yeah,” he agreed, his eyes still roaming over her face, lingering on her lips before returning to her eyes.

“So that’s kissing.”

Spike nodded, already craving the taste of her again. The feel of her soft lips, the quiet sounds she made as she took pleasure in his touch.

“I-uh, I guess we know w-what to do now,” she stammered brokenly.

Snapping back to reality Spike froze. “Right,” he said curtly. “All set.”

With all the abruptness of a slamming door that same awkwardness they’d experienced a week ago dropped between them. Releasing her from his embrace Spike rose from the couch. “It’s getting late. I should get going.”

Feeling somewhat disappointed at the loss of contact with his warm body Buffy followed him to the door. “So I’ll see you in the morning then?”

“Yeah. I’ll see you then.”

Before he could turn to leave Buffy launched herself into her arms, clinging to him with a strength that surprised even him. When she pulled away she smiled at him. “Thank you William.”

Slightly taken aback at hearing her use his real name again, Spike could only nod before taking his leave.

Later that night Buffy lay awake in her bed, smiling uncontrollably. With closed eyes she replayed Spike’s kisses in her mind over and over, relishing the sensations that rippled through her once again. Feeling deliciously wicked she allowed one hand to creep up to her left breast, touching the tips of two fingers to her hardened nipple. Electricity splintered through her and she cried out in surprise. A thousand questions ran through her mind. What would it be like to feel Spike’s body pressed against hers at they kissed? What would it be like to kiss his neck, to feel his pulse thrumming under her questing lips? What would it be like to have Spike’s fingers stroking her nipple instead of her own? The thought made her arch up off the bed as a pleasant shiver travelled through her.

It was a long time before Buffy fell into a fitful sleep that night, her hand still clutching at her breast.