*Hokay. I'm in B's body, having her cake and mine. This rocks. I mean, all of it up and down really rocks. Her Mommy is my Mommy. Her pals and gals are my--do they actually call themselves Scoobies? heh. Well, anyhoo, even her studly is mine all mine. But Riley Finn--I dunno. Everything's there, and mebbe that's part of the prob. I mean, could anything that wants a human male turn him down if he expressed an interest? There were prolly mothers back in Iowa waiting joyfully to hear that their girls had their bubble popped by him, so's they could make them dish on the gory details. Annnd-- that's another problem. There prolly weren't any. I mean, there's allus details, but they aren't always gory. When B gets bored, this one will find himself a girl-next-door so quick, Fonzie'd get jealous. But ole' Riley makes the ride a little too smooth. He knows some more is always coming, unless I cut his face off--nahhh.*

*Nerds, on the other hand, are eager. They don't know if they'll ever get some again, even when they have someone. Now, who do I know that showed the kind of verb I want, wants B so very way badly, and is not all that hard on the eyes, no matter where those eyes are looking? Then again, do I really want seconds? And the guy BRINGS stuff to B. Not to get some. Not in the hopes. Just because. I can always get some. But I've never had a lot of just becauses. Time--to tap some witchy help.*

*Red told me this coin is a heads/tails thing she enchanted to avoid fashion disasters or car repair ripoffs. Its up or down, and I like that. Yes/No. Should/Shouldn't. That's me, and it always has been me. So I make the flip--and ask my question.*

"Should this babe in this bod bop Xander?"

*This is wacky. The coin is floating like there's no tomorrow. Then, its bouncing all over the room, picking up speed. It cuts my legs with paper-cutty cuts like nineteen times, and then without warning, shoots straight up my----*

ONE HOUR LATER, THE EMERGENCY ROOM

*The jerk just won't shut up.*

"Miss Wilkins, I've been a practicing gynecologist for twenty years, and I've never seen a coin lodged in exactly this manner..."

*I grab him near very tender proctology territory.*

"Just..just tell me. Is it heads or tails?"

"Technically, its tails. Though, as I'm sure you're aware, this particular region, in the slang...."

*B gets this body back, she is gonna have a scar with no freakin' explanation. And now I know for certain--the PTB's do not want her bod and Xander's anywhere near that special place. Damn pity. But I guess its just one of those things that's never gonna happen.*