On the morning of day six, Biff looked in the mirror to see his normal muscle and tone. It was Sunday morning, the one day he took off from going to the gym. However, whatever was going to be his problem today didn't show up, at least at home.
"Hey Beth!" he heard a muffled voice from downstairs. Unfortunately, Sunday was also the day to run family errands, so Biff had to be around other people at the local supermarket. He thought his dad's voice was awkward-sounding to him, but he chalked it up to his dad being sick or something.
Biff was in the bakery department of the packed store when he heard someone calling out.
"Beth!"
He found it odd but shrugged it off. Surely some girl in this store near him was named Beth. Or maybe he was just hearing things with so many people in the store.
"Hey Beth!"
The voice again. It suddenly dawned on him that there was nobody named Beth around. They were calling for him.
He turned toward to see it was the voice. It was a family friend and neighbor, Tina Andrews, who he saw from time to time while shopping on Sundays.
"What is it?" Biff replied, frustrated.
"You OK?" Tina asked, baffled at the harsh tone she was getting from one of her friends.
"I'm...I'm..." Biff knew what he wanted to say. He just couldn't say it. "Beth."
"No, really, are you OK?" He couldn't handle it. He moved on to another area of the store, not saying a word. In fact, he didn't say anything until he got home and to his bedroom, where he pulled out his wallet and looked at his ID.
There, plain as day, was the name "Elizabeth Meadows" in bold, black letters. Even if the "Gender" field still said M, Biff—or, rather, Beth—went over the edge.
He sat on his bed and cried, broken and worn down from six days of punishments.
At least there is only one, he said to himself. Only one left.
