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Xander's Neverending Story

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Summary: YAHF. Fantasia has never felt more real for Xander, and Halloween is just the start of it. On Hiatus due to computer issues.

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Movies > Neverending StoryFemXanderForeverFR15810,5520127,21524 Aug 1330 Aug 13No

And So It Starts...

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It had started off as an offhanded comment.

At the insistence of Buffy and Willow, Xander had to reluctantly agree that, while not one of his brightest moments (because he had been staring at Cordelia's ass and thinking about how she could be a very good 'actress', like she'd always wanted to be (even if not in the same context that Xander had been thinking)), it had been a good idea.

Once they'd discarded the incoherent babble that had been about how Cordelia, and, indeed, most of the Cordettes, were prime porn actress material (though some were probably unofficial porn actresses, if the talk in the locker room was to be believed), and heard movie characters and dressing up.

Though that had probably been because he was comparing her to one of the porn films that Jesse had lent him before he had been Turned, that was a spoof of a movie.

Terrible acting, great scenes.

He shakes his head, and stares at his costume in the mirror again, feeling a faint sense of horror about how, even though he knew he was a guy, and knew that this was the last damned costume that wasn't too revealing, slutty, or damned embarrassing (since all the soldier costumes and plastic guns that he'd wanted to use were sold out), he'd admit, if he were walking down the street, and he saw himself, his head would definitely be turned.

And it disturbed him how a little makeup, a little reworking of the blonde wig to frame his face a little, while the pearl crown was set in place, and just the contacts in his eyes, made him look like such a freaking hot girl.

If he weren't specifically looking for his Adams Apple, as well, then he'd have thought he was born a girl.

And that thought alone disturbed him greatly.

He shivers, trying to shrug off the faint sense of foreboding in choosing this outfit, but…

If he couldn't have a manly outfit, like Rambo, or even John McClane from Die Hard, or Martin Riggs from Lethal Weapon, or, heck, even freaking Axel Foley from Beverly Hills Cop, then he'd choose something to hide the fact that he was, in fact, male, and keep his mouth shut.

If nothing else, he hoped to go through this night without ever being discovered as to who he really was, underneath all this.

His face still stung from having to use hair removal cream, so any shadow wouldn't show through the powdered mask he now wore.

His disgust at it was overshadowed by his honour and what little self worth he had left in adhering to the deal.

He had to admit, if Willow ever actually managed to come down in the Red Sonja outfit, he'd be impressed, and if Buffy managed to wear those Ranger fatigues that she'd picked up to be Jordan O'Neil from the GI Jane film, then they'd make a damned awkward group.

The only other costume that had been available that wasn't on his immediate no-purchase list had been a Tinkerbell outfit, and that was one outfit that he was seriously not going to wear, so he was at least thankful for picking up this one.

Even if it was the Childlike Empress from the Neverending Story.

Still, he had to admit, he looked damned good in the outfit, and as he turns from side to side, he froze, before visibly shaking himself.

"Get a hold of yourself, Xander, you were just looking at your own ass to see if it looked fat in the dress" he scolds himself vehemently, looking like he'd just sucked on a lemon.

He didn't dare slap himself in the face, because that would be about two hours of screw-ups, cleaning, and reapplication to get it right.

And never again would he complain about girls taking too long to put makeup on, and would instead admire their beauty and compliment them on how nice they looked.

It had been a bitch to get it all right, and not look like a complete whore as a result of flubbing it up.

On the plus side, once this was done, he would never have to do it again.

As he sneaks out of the house, glad, for once, that his parents were passed out, drunk, on the couch, and nobody was around, he made his way to the Summers abode, hoping that Buffy didn't laugh at him, but didn't hold out much hope.



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Buffy was looking at him oddly as Willow and she stood there awkwardly, staring at his outfit, and made him very self-aware and self-conscious.

"You look good, Xander, really good," she says slowly, an appraising eye roving over his form. "You really fill it out well, and the make-up is excellent."

Xander felt a thrill of pleasure that Buffy was at least noticing him, even if it was for all the wrong reasons.

"Yeah, Xan," Willow pipes up suddenly, grinning broadly. "You make a great Empress of Fantasia!"

He felt relief at that.

"Thanks for not laughing, guys" he says with relief.

They shake their heads and grab him by the arms to lead him out of the house and to school.

If there was one thing that Xander hated, it was people laughing at his lack of money, so they understood that the rental dress, given out of pity by the owner of Ethan's for his lack of any movie costumes, was probably the only thing that left him with any dignity or self-respect, though both would take a blow at being forced to wear it.

Upon reaching the school, Xander was thankful that, aside from a weird look on Snyder's face, he didn't say a word about the outfit (which was actually a feeling of pity for the boy, as his lack of money was well known in the school), instead directing them to their groups.

The man seemingly even had the decency to say that 'she' was a mute, so it was best to just follow her directions through hand gestures, and deal with it.

While still hating the man, he felt his respect for the little troll rise, just a little bit.

He knew it would go back to normal when the day was over and done with.

And so, with that in mind, and a determination to get this night over with, he waves for them to follow, and strides out confidently into the night.




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Okay, for those of you who don't like this, then don't read it. Nobody is forcing you to do so.

Anyway, this is a starting chapter of the Neverending Story, and Xander, for lack of a better choice, goes with the Childlike Empress (which at least covers the important things, like his masculine frame).

This is a definite story that I intend to continue, at least for a few chapters, see how it turns out.

Also, from this point onwards, you can pretty much say goodbye to any cannonical timeline.

Hope you enjoy it, because this story came to me out of the blue, while I was watching it with my girlfriend, and I had to get it down before I lost the idea.

Also, since I haven't really put a vested interest in the Neverending Story plotline, or the second and third movies (which I didn't know about until I saw them mentioned on Wikipedia), I'm mainly running off of the first movie.

And the idea that, without a Fantasia for the Childlike Empress to exist in, she would either cease to exist, or would, and this is what I am choosing for Xander, live on Earth.

Hope you enjoy the story as I go through the next few chapters, which will depict the events during the night, and then the consequences after the spell is broken.
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