"Hold on. Ethan Rayne's evil Halloween dress-up spell? You learned it?"

"Well, yeah, but…" Willow's voice turned persuasive. "Think about if it were used for good. We pick out the costumes ourselves, put them here, I enchant the room, and voila! Tomorrow we all get to live out some dreams in a safe, controlled way. C'mon, Buffy, what do you want to be?"

There were definitely a few appealing options. Buffy thought about celebrities, goddesses, birds. What, indeed?

Then she thought about her last few attempts to be something else. "What happens if I just put my pajamas in there?"