Tom hurried over to Biff’s, excited to tell him about the new IDs. As he waited on the porch he glanced around nervously and as soon as Biff opened the door he barged in.
“Come in,” grumbled Biff, slamming the door. He turned to look at his friend and squinted. Did Tom look older? He shrugged, maybe Tom had put makeup on or something to make it more convincing.
“Dude you will not believe the deal we got on these IDs,” grinned Tom, whipping his out and tossing the other to Biff. Biff looked down at his in confusion.
“What the hell man, this is blank!” He growled.
“Is it?” smiled Tom, waggling his eyebrows.
Biff turned his over to look at it again and to his surprise his photo was on there. “Okay, but the info is still missing.”
“Not for long,” grinned Tom, showing his “All you have to do is say your age and it fills itself in. See this says I’m thirty.”
Biff gasped as before his eyes the birth date on the ID changed. He looked back at Tom and gasped again. “Dude this is freaky.” He grabbed Tom’s arm and pulled him over to the hall mirror. “You totally look thirty too.”
Tom stares at his reflection in amazement, Biff was right, he did indeed look like he was thirty. “How?” He asked, confused.
Biff shrugged and said “Dunno, but you didn’t look like that a moment ago. I thought you looked like twenty two or three when you got here, but when you said you were thirty you somehow aged with the card.”
Tom thought for a moment and said “I can’t go to school like this, I’m only seventeen.” The two watched as the years melted away and once more Tom looked like a high school student. He grinned “I wonder what else we can change?”
“What like say I’m a chick and I’ll be one?” asked Biff, pausing as he noticed his voice going up toward the end. Tom stared at him dumbstruck and pointed to the mirror. Biff turned to it and let out a squeak; he now looked like a girl. “I’m a girl!” she gasped, then scowled “But I look so butch, like a lesbo of something.”
Tom grinned, getting an idea “Now now Brittny,” he said “Mind your language or you won’t score tonight.” Biff looked at him in confusion. “Lesbians making out are hot right?” Tom asked, thinking of the porn they both liked to watch “Well with these we could get into that lesbian bar over on Sixth Street.”
Biff shook her head “Those are hot lesbians in those pornos not butch ones,” she protested “And do you really think we can score looking like this?”
Tom chuckled “Your imagination is so limited, that’s why I’m the brains of our group. All I have to say is I’m a smoking hot babe with a large rack, small waist and large sexy ass and I will be.” Throughout her statement her voice rose and took on a seductive quality and as Biff watched her friend morphed into what the two of them thought was the epitome of sexy. The only thing stopping her looking like a poem Star was that Tom hadn’t stated a new age so she still looked seventeen.
“What do you say Brit? Wanna test it out?”
