I do not own BtVS or, its characters, they belong to others. I am not making any money from this story. All the characters are over eighteen.
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It was past noon when Xander Harris awoke. That wasn't a surprise as it had been past four when he finally drifted off too sleep, happy in the strong arms of Angel. Xander wasn't sure how many times they'd fuck; it was a lot – the vampire repeatedly thrusting and cumming in Xander's ass, spending five minutes recovering and then going in again. The shithole, which had been virgin, the night before was so well used it was sore, the dried cum sticky inside and out. Not that Xander regretted a second. He had loved getting pounded by the vampire's twelve inch cock and made a proper 'woman'. He sighed as he saw Angel was gone. He'd expected it, the vampire would want to be away before the sun went down, but it left Xander not knowing what last night was – a fling or something more. Xander hoped it was more – he knew he would love getting more of that foot long dick. Reluctantly Xander got out of bed and then he saw it.
It was a picture, of the teen asleep, his nightie drawn up over his bare buttocks. It was signed Angel, with a couple of X's. That made Xander feel better. He headed to the shower-room with a spring in his step. He removed all the traces of the lipstick and eyeliner before heading into the shower and scrubbing himself of any lingering trace of perfume. His nightie went back in his sissy box, which he hid again under his bed and by the time his parents were back he was a teenage boy again (though, little did they know, one with a very sore bottom).
The rest of the day passed as normal, Xander did some schoolwork, watched some TV and did a small patrol with his friends Buffy and Willow. Sometimes they'd see Angel, but not tonight – Xander wasn't sure whether to feel happy or not. He went to bed about eleven, thinking about Angel.
It seemed that barely had Xander closed his eyes when he heard a tapping on his window. He got out of bed and opened the curtains. Angel was crouching outside, sitting on the porch roof, "Hi sexy," he grinned.
"Hi Angel," Xander blushed, "My parents are in the next room."
"So no noisy fucking tonight then," Angel smiled, "Or we could go out instead."
"Out? I can't – they'll hear the front door open," whispered Xander.
Angel gave an enigmatic smile, "Let me worry about that. You get changed." He picked up a bag and gave it to Xander.
"Oh..." Xander gasped and pulled out the red dress. He'd never be brought a dress before and this one was lovely. A deep shade of red reaching down to the knee, if he had been a woman with real tits it would have shown them nicely, as it had straps over the shoulders. He looked at Angel, "Thank you."
The vampire remained crouching outside the window, "Why don't you put it on?"
"Don't peek," said Xander, with a false coyness giving that Angel had examined him intimately the night before. He was slightly surprised when the vampire covered his eyes with his hands. The teen quickly stripped out of his boxers and T-shirt to get into the dress. It felt as good as it had looked, the thin cotton light and comforting on his skin.
"Still not looking," said Angel. Xander quickly went into his sissy box and pulled out a pair of panties. He slid them up his legs, letting his cock nestle within the silk.
"Just a moment," he said to Angel and hurriedly pulled out some lippy. He didn't have time to do the full make-up, but he would feel naked without his lipstick. Standing in front of the mirror he applied it and rubbed his lips together. Yeah, not bad, not bad at all he decided. He turned to the window and put his hand on his hip, "You can look now."
Angel removed his hand and whistled, "Xander, you look stunning... way better than Buffy ever used to."
