Lesbosian Mistake

**Hey there all. I know that the chapters seem a bit on the short side, and the story a little rushed, but really this is just getting the story out of my head. Perhaps, if people like it enough, I’ll eventually re-write it to a better quality. This was inspired from the half-memory of starting to read a different fanfic years ago, which I have been searching for since and have not been able to find. One in which imposter-Watchers convince Willow to ‘help’ Buffy by participating in a spell… which turns her into a boy. I never got to the point where it said WHY they did it… but it was very well written and if any of you might at least know the title or author of that inspiration for this, please let me know.
Random Info to know: This has started smack dab in between “Some Assembly Required” and “School Hard”
As for the title, as someone asked me that via e-mail, it has to do with where the ‘spell’ came from, which will be explained once they discover what it is. Can’t go spoiling things now, can I?
Anyway, feed the author. Luv ya.**

Willow stared forlornly at the mirror. They’d spent all of Sunday researching even more into what could be happening. Much as with Saturday afternoon, nothing had come of it. In fact, Cordelia had even shown up for some unknown reason. That had been quite a nightmare. Especially her reaction. The bitch had first teased that she hadn’t thought they were accepting new members, and then outright told Willow that she understood why ‘he’ was hanging out with them, from the fashion sense, but that he should call her if he ever felt like fixing himself up into the “total hottie potential” that she saw. When they’d informed her, angrily, over Willow’s shocked head, what had happened, the cheerleader had first stared, gaping, then broken out laughing. Once again, she’d winked at Willow, claimed that it made for one hot guy, but that it explained the fashion sense. She claimed that she’d shown up on a day when she knew no one else would be around, to offer a thank-you for saving her from the “Frankenstein Freaks”.

She looked at the male body, the rumpled jeans and shirt. Her hair needed washing, and she desperately needed to pee. That, however, was a feat she was dreading, something she hadn’t done since the change. The idea of urinating while holding… that… brought a fierce blush to her cheeks, which suited the male features even less than the female ones she’d had just over a day ago. Changing had been an awkward and trying activity, as Willow had refused to look down. Now, unless she wanted to pee the only pair of jeans she had that fit still, she was going to have to brave it. Needless to say, the flush didn’t dissipate for a good ten minutes, because Willow had to look down to aim.

Next on the agenda was laundry, and Will had to stand for wearing a pair of sweat-shorts that were a bit uncomfortable in the crotch while the new clothes went through the cycles. That left time, which would otherwise be spent nervously fretting over how bad the situation was, and could possibly get, for internet research. By the time the washer buzzed, Willow had three search engines going on what her plight was, and ways to maybe fix it. The bases of those searches seemed to consist of, “growing man parts,” “spontaneous gender changes,” and “physical transformations.” The night that followed was a long one, the research not getting much in the way of results, and the very brief bout of sleep plagued with an untitled book chasing a female willow through lush forests under a full, silver moon.

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Buffy looked nervously at the girl next to her, then at the principal. She really didn’t need this. Not right now. Nevertheless, here she was, in the principal’s office, with a girl that looked quite like the poster-child for adolescent transgressions. The lecture so far was less than promising, and she had a feeling that she was going to be groveling to the rat-faced man before the hour was up. He’d just asked them who they thought was the most troublesome student in the school.

Shelia, the girl next to her, was sitting there lazily, as if she couldn’t care less about what was taking place. Buffy was, however, in a wash of whirlwind thoughts, each fighting for dominance as important. Panic over staying in the school, not getting in trouble with her mom, Angel being… well him…, Willow’s situation, and Slaying all collided to create a less than composed appearance. “Well, it is quite a match between you two. One the one hand, Buffy hasn’t stabbed a horticulture teacher with a trowel.”

“I didn’t stab anyone with a trowel.” Shelia offered absently, then smirked up at him. “They were pruning shears.”

“On the other hand, Shelia has never burned down a school building.”

“Well, that was never proven.” Buffy defended herself, eyes wide. That wasn’t even at this school! “The Fire Marshall said it… it coulda been mice.” The man looked skeptical. “Mice that were smoking maybe?” God she wanted to slap that sneer off of his face.

“The two of you seem to be tied in the class-cutting and fight-starting events, of this little teenage-ruffian Olympics. You really are neck and neck here. It’s quite exciting.” The scariest part was that his smile didn’t look fake. In fact it looked like he really was excited over something.

“What does the winner get?” Shelia asked, raising her eyebrows.

“Expelled.” Buffy looked at Snyder in shock. He couldn’t do that. Could he do that? He couldn’t do that! “Thursday is Parent-teacher night. Your parents, assuming that you have any, will meet your teachers, assuming that you have any left. I’ve decided to put the two of you in charge of this event. You have three days to prepare the refreshments, make the banners, and transform the school lounge into a habitable place for adults. This will incur my good will. Any may affect what I tell your parents when I meet them. Are we clear?”

“I’m clear.” Buffy piped up, eyes wide and hiding back the urge to grit her teeth. Turning to Sheila, she said in a somewhat higher voice than normal, attempting to hint. “Don’t you feel clear? I think we’re very clear.”

Snyder sneered an almost smile at them, looking less than pleased with what he saw, as usual. “Good. Because you mess up this time, and your parents will be coming to clean out your lockers.”

Buffy could feel the wood of armrest on her chair splinter just slightly under her grip, nodding. She let go slowly, so that it wasn’t obvious what she was doing, and the man proceeded to give them a few last specifics before dismissing them with a grunt. The bell had rung, and the day was out. Now she had to get to the library, for more research. Willow had been in there with Giles all day, claiming to be a relative of *mumbleunderbreath* and assisting him with re-cataloguing. Supposedly only two teachers had noticed the strange, yet familiar, boy in there and asked about it. Either way, she had to go help attempt to figure out what was going on, on top of all of the other issues.

As they walked through the halls, Sheila distracted, Buffy turned to her and let out a breath. “Well, it shouldn’t be too hard. We can work on the banners at lunch tomorrow, and figure out the refreshments then?” She paused at the library entrance, looking at the girl who was already walking past her.

“Yeah, sure, whatever.”

Buffy watched her walk away, then let out another sigh of frustration and weariness, turning into the library to see the mostly unfamiliar form of boy-Willow bent over a book.

TBC