Faith admired her naked body in the mirror as she let the waiting bathwater cool. It was her body now. She was gonna do her damnedest to keep it. Sure, B might get lucky, but if Faith had her way, the new Faith would be out of California within the next 48 hours. And the new Buffy? Well, who gave a fuck. As long as new Buffy didn't try getting old Buffy back, that was fine.

The hair had to change. B had clearly been doing all sorts of things with it recently, too many perms and shit. And it was the wrong colour. Yeah, B was beautiful, but Faith had always thought her hair should be that little bit darker. Somewhere in that grey area where you weren't sure whether to call it blonde or brunette. Faith ran her hands through it. Maybe trim it a bit too, it was longer than she was used too. Fucking typical, she had been growing her hair for over two years, and now she had hair the length she'd been aiming for, she wanted it shorter.

Faith fought an impulse to stare at the rest of her new body. Hair first, then work downwards. No, we're done with hair. What about the face? Well, it was perfect. It was the face she'd been in love with for the past year and a half (including coma-time), although it would take a bit of getting used to having it for herself.

Neck. Perfect.

Shoulders. Perfect.

Breasts. Hell, they were cute breasts. Smaller than her previous pair, but not small small. The nipples were the strangest bit. They just looked different to the nipples Faith was used to seeing in the mirror, but she was damned if she could explain how.

She lifted her hands and cupped her breasts, watching her hands in the mirror. Curiously, she flicked her nipples with her thumbs then gasped as the contact triggered a wave of sensations far stronger than she was ready for. She swayed forward, almost falling against the mirror. Fuck! B had such sensitive tits! The nipples had already gone hard too. Her old nipples... old nipples? Yeah, that was as good a thing as any to call them... her old nipples normally took a bit more coaxing than that to achieve the same effect. She flicked them again, this time ready for the rush of pleasure. Oh man. Each flick sent a pulsing throb through her clit. As she felt herself moistening she couldn't help but look down.

That had been the first surprise when she'd first gotten undressed. B had been a natural blonde! And now Faith was. On top of that, B had clipped her luxuriant sandy pubes into a perfect triangle. Faith was almost sure that if she to the trouble to measure them she'd find each corner had a precise 60 degree angle. She'd known B had been uptight, but that uptight? Surely not.

Faith dropped one of her hands and curled her finger through the short hairs, enjoying the gentle arousal that came from the hairs tugging the sensitised skin. A sly grin crossed Faith's face. She had no intention of letting B get this body back, but that was no reason not to leave her a present, just in case she did. Yeah! But first... Faith slid one finger down between her legs, pressing first against her clit then along the length of her moist slit. She sighed with pleasure at the feelings sparked off, then, almost regretfully, she took her hand away. Plenty of time to play when she was done with the other stuff she now wanted to do.

She rooted around in the drawers and cupboards in the bathroom until she found what she was looking for. Unable to shake the grin from her face, she perched herself over the toilet bowl and began clipping the sandy hairs with the scissors she had found. Each snip of the scissors tugged at the hairs' roots, making little pulses of pleasure dance around beneath the skin. Despite the sensations there was almost a reverence to the way she cut the hairs away. This was her own Holy Grail she was messing with! B's cunt! Man, but this was special. And now it was her cunt. Strange. On the occasions in her previous body when she had removed her pubic hair she had never been quite so careful as she was being now. She'd never gotten off on it as much as she was right now either.

Then the clipping was done. But that was the easy bit. Now it was time to shave. She had found an unopened packet of disposable razors while she was hunting around, and some liquid soap which would do to provide a lather. She got some soap and started rubbing it into the roughly cut stubble, whimpering as she moved her fingers around the outside of her slippery pussy. Not yet. Not yet. Not yet. She fought hard against the impulse to plunge her fingers inside, or to attack her clit and bring herself off here and now.

She swallowed nervously as she picked up the razor - a natural reaction that only heightened her arousal - then spread her legs and pulled the skin tight on one side of her aching slit. Slowly, ever so slowly, she started to drag the razor across the skin.

Faith moaned, unable to hold the noise back. The sensations were so fucking intense! She could feel each hair being cut away. The brief discomfort of the razor tugging on each hair as it cut through was lost in the pleasure that came from the contact with the sensitive area of skin. She had to keep stopping, it was getting her so hot she kept shaking. Not a good time to be shaving.

It took her over a quarter hour to finish the process, not least because she had to be doubly careful when shaving up close to her clit, at the same time as it being more than doubly intense. Her breathing was ragged by the time she was, and she was desperate to touch herself properly, to push herself along to the orgasm she knew wasn't far away.

She wiped away the remaining soap with some toilet paper, then returned to the mirror to admire her handiwork. Man, that was fucking beatiful. The lips of her cunt were swollen and slightly parted, revealing the equally swollen bright red flesh inside, glistening with abundant juices. She could just see her clit too, pushing out from under its tiny hood. With the skin smooth and hair free there was nothing to distract from the wonderful view of what had once been B's, and was now hers. She steadied herself with one arm and slipped the other between her legs, plunging one finger deep inside, screwing her face up and whimpering as she did so. She withdrew the slick finger and lifted it to her mouth, tasting the juices on it. Mmmmm. Wine from the Holy Grail.

Faith shut her eyes and made herself savour the feeling of such heightened arousal. It would only be a moment before she was unable to resist the craving for more stimulation, but a moment was enough. Her heart was pounding so hard she was surprised her breasts weren't jumping to the beat, and her blood felt hot enough to burn her.

She walked over to the bath and dipped one foot it. Her toe tingled as the warm water closed over it. Aaahhhh. She was gonna have to get someone to suck her toes, she decided, preferably before the week was out. She lowered herself into the water, sighing as the extra warmth made the already over-sensitive skin even more alive. As she relaxed into the water, her hands went to her breasts and started flicking at her nipples again. She had to grit her teeth to keep from crying out. Fuck, please don't let Joyce hear and disturb this experience. Every time her thumbs brushed across her nipples her clit throbbed violently, so near to orgasm, but so not quite near enough.

She couldn't keep herself from smiling as her hands finally snaked down through the water towards her crotch. One hand went straight to her clit and Oh Fuck! Wow! Shit! that was so good. The other moved the little bit further it needed to be able to push two fingers into her impatient cunt.

"Gggnnnnngghhhhh!" Faith bit down hard to stifle another moan. It felt so different, and yet, so natural. Faith was used to wham-bam sex, mostly because she had had a wham-bam cunt. She'd been so sensitive inside once aroused that the only way she could enjoy sex was to get herself to orgasm as quickly as possible, drawing it out only made her unbearably sore. This was so not like that. In some ways it was more sensitive, but in a much gentler way. The sensations she got were without the violent edge she was used to. If it hadn't been for the fact that she was so aroused already, she could probably have drawn this session out for as long as she wanted. But the need for climax was too much right now, it was all she could think about, all she could want.

As she rubbed her clit and fucked herself with her fingers it dawned on her that there was no way she would be able to hold back when she came. She left her clit alone for a second and grabbed a sponge, shoving it in her mouth and biting down on it. When her hand returned to her clit she felt her muscles start to ripple, and plunged her fingers as deep inside herself as she could. She came. Her cunt muscles pulsated wildly, squeezing and sucking at her fingers. Her clit and her nipples became explosions of pure pleasure.

Wow!

Fuck!

Wow!

Fuck!

Wo-owwwwwwwwww.

As she slowly became coherent afterwards she began to understand the stuff she'd read about how some old civilisations called orgasms 'the little death'. It was as if Faith had ceased to exist and been replaced by pure untainted pleasure. Instinct and common sense told her it had only lasted a few seconds, but apart from that she had no way of knowing. It could've been days, or it could've been just a split second. In that time, she was pleasure, and pleasure alone. Time had stood still.

She found herself wondering if B would experiment with her new body in the same way, and if she would find it as enlightening. She grinned as she imagined B's reaction to eventually finding the results of what had probably been Faith's least respectable hour - staggering drunkenly into a tattoo parlour and having the words "Fuck Me" tattooed across her shaven crotch. B should be grateful she didn't have the less than pleasant memory of the guy who did the tattoo obliging the demand afterwards.

Faith sighed again, the sparks of pleasure that were still flitting around her body too good to let herself getting dragged down by bad memories. That was all past. She was a new woman now, literally. Man, this was gonna be fun...

Just as soon as she had come down enough to be able to move.