By Liss. Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and WB. The story's mine. Don't sue. (Notice the economy of phrasing…) This is set after "Some Assembly Required". This is my first fanfic, so please be nice. I'd really appreciate some feedback. Thank you xxx

"Hey…Cordelia! I really need to talk to you!" called Cordelia, hoping that if she snagged Willow soon enough, the damage would be minimal. Willow looked around, obviously freaked at hearing her own voice coming out of someone who wasn't her. This wasn't good, Willow had already decided. When she had first awoken in a place she didn't recognise, she had thought at first that she'd been kidnapped as part of some evil vampire plan. Then she had caught sight of herself in one of Cordelia's many mirrors. Being Cordelia. Hmmm, there was a concept. When Willow was six, it was her dream to be Cordelia, or at least someone very like her. But age and a better acquaintance had soon got rid of that impulse - Cordelia was, to put it bluntly, a bitch. Still, there were moments when Willow wished she was more confident and…more popular. Horribly shallow wishes, Willow knew, but there you had it.

Nevertheless, there had been a sort of embarrassed excitement while she dressed for school, figuring the best way to sort the whole thing out was to go to school as normal, find Cordelia, who was presumably walking around in her body, and get Giles to cast a spell, or at least find out what was going on. At last she was going to find out what it was like to be Cordelia. Willow's grin faded for a moment as she realised that Cordelia was going to be in no way, shape or form as excited to find herself in Willow Rosenberg's body. Well, it would just serve her right to find out what it was to be like one of the underdogs in Sunnydale society. The grin came back. How much would Cordelia be freaking!

Willow had dressed for school, frankly amazed at the size of Cordelia's closet. I mean, she knew Cordelia had a lot of clothes, but this was verging on the ridiculous. Going downstairs, she had been surprised to see that there was no one else around. No parents, no…nobody. Poking her heads round the doors, Willow eventually found the kitchen, and fixed herself some breakfast. As she left the house, she called out a farewell, but there was no reply. Where was Cordelia's family? Once she entered campus, however, Willow began to have a doubts about being Cordelia. Standing in front of a mirror and looking like Cordelia was all very well, but Willow suddenly realised that she would actually have to be Cordelia; at least until Giles figured out a way to reverse whatever had happened. Being Cordelia included talking to Cordelia's friends. And wasn't that Harmony coming this way?

"Hi, Cordelia!" Oh my God! It was Harmony. And she had seen her. What should she do? She couldn't talk to these people! Before she had the chance to say anything, however, a voice called out to her. It was her voice. Although Willow had been expecting Cordelia to be there in her body, the reality of the situation was a little weirder than she had anticipated.

Cordelia had been expecting Willow to wig: what she hadn't expected was Harmony's reaction. "Like, who gave you the right to talk to us?" She was dumbstruck. No one, in her entire life, had dared to say anyhting like that to her. Of all the… "Um…Willow. Hi! I really need some help with my…chemistry." Willow figured the two of them had to get out of there as soon as possible.

"You don't take chemistry," interrupted Harmony. Willow looked around, then came up with: "Yeah. But I'm thinking of…starting it…again. Extra credit. But I really need some tuition, so if you'll excuse me…" Before Willow could totally ruin her life, Cordelia grabbed the errant hacker by her arm, and dragged her off in the direction of the library, Xander in tow, looking mightily confused.

"Since when does the High Queen Bitch of Sunnydale take any interest in extra credit?" Xander's attitude always pissed Cordelia off, but today it was even worse.

"I'm sorry, like why shouldn't I take extra chem?" she demanded, attempting to look down her nose at the loser.

"Um, Wills? I was talking about Cordelia."

"Sure…I knew that."

As the threesome walked to the library, Cordelia found herself thinking about Xander and Willow. She wasn't their favourite person, and did she care? Like, no way! The two of them and Buffy were just not normal. Sure, they had helped her out a few times, but when all was said and done, they were still just a bunch of losers. But…did they talk about her? Laugh about her? She didn't care. Oh no. Not in the least.