Buffy the Shemale Vampire Slayer Part 3

Reaching the door to Willow's room, Buffy knocked sharply. She waited. When there was no response, she knocked again, more loudly. Still, there was no answer. Buffy leaned to her right, to peer in through the small window beside the door, but the curtain was closed, and it was as dark inside the motel room as it was outside. She couldn't see anything in there.

"Can I help you?" an annoyed male voice demanded.

Buffy straightened, turned, and faced the motel's manager. "Uh, I was just-"

"Peeking in one of my guest's windows?"

Buffy blushed. "I wasn't peeking," she objected. "I was more like peeping."

Another of the renter's lesbian friends, the manager thought. "She isn't in there."

"Do you know where she might be?"

The manager looked Buffy and down. "Depends."

Buffy arched an eyebrow, her hands involuntarily curling into fists at her sides. If this asshole said anything out of the way, she was going to pummel him good. "Depends on what?"

"What's your name?"

"Little Miss Muffet."

"Sorry. Wrong answer. I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

As he turned away, Buffy stopped him, placing a hand on his forearm. "Why do you want to know my name?"

"If you're a certain party, the lady who rents this room wanted me to tell you-"

"I'm Buffy."

The manager hesitated. Then, he shrugged. "All right, Little Missy Buffy Muffet, she said that, if you were to come by, she'd be at Xander's house."

Buffy sighed. Xander's house was all the way on the other side of town. "Thanks."

It was late afternoon by the time Buffy had switched buses twice to reach her destination. The bus stop at which she'd disembarked from the lumbering vehicle was only half a block from Xander's house. She walked briskly.

Along the way, she thought of her hermaphroditic fate. She still wasn't sure how she should feel about having both male and female genitals. It was both sexy and frightening. She decided that she'd like to revert to her normal girl-self as soon as possible, although not before she'd sampled Willow's charms. Lost in such musings, she was at Xander's house before she knew it. She knocked at the front door.