It was only about a mile from Jon's house to the lab where Eric and Keith worked, but it may as well have been fifty. Every block or so Jon would see something completely confounding, and no doubt something caused by the stone's magic.
He passed by the Wilsons' house on the corner. Mr. and Mrs. Wilson were an elderly couple, and Jon often saw them sitting on their front porch together. As Jon passed he saw that they were out alright, but things were definitely different. They were dressed like two teenage girls, and were engrossed in some kind of fashion magazine.
Jon heard Mr. Wilson squeal, "Ohmygawd, I love Beyonce's dress!" Jon kept moving. He wasn't about to let any weirdness distract him.
Another block away he passed by a group of about a dozen Gisele Bundchens, all dressed in identical lingerie and strutting in a single file down the sidewalk as though it were a runway in a fashion show. Jon couldn't help but be transfixed as they walked away, wondering who they might have been before this oddness began.
Everybody Jon saw seemed to be altered in some way. Some big changes, some small. And for some reason all the changes seemed to revolve around the female gender. And Jon was still surprised that he was somehow spared from any changes. Was the stone protecting him?
Jon was about halfway to Eric and Keith's lab when he saw something he never expected. It was Biff Meadows, and he was perfectly normal. He, too was looking around in awe at all the changes that had taken place. He saw Jon, and he ran over to him.
"Madison! You're normal too? I thought I was the only one!" Biff seemed less of a jerk at the moment, and Jon figured he had a lot more on his mind.
"So did I," Jon said.
"What the fuck's going on?"
"I have no clue," Jon said honestly. "My whole family is messed up, though."
"Mine too," Biff said. "I woke up to a house full of Vegas Showgirls. It might've been awesome if they didn't have their original heads."
Jon thought for a moment. Biff's family's changes seemed similar to his own. And Biff was unchanged. Maybe they were both somehow protected. Jon was about to get Biff to follow him to the lab, when there was another crack of thunder.
"Uh oh..." Jon said.
"What's wrong?" Biff asked. Lightning flashed before Jon could answer. There was less of a delay than before. When it cleared, Jon's eyes went wide.
"I said 'what's wrong'?" Biff asked again, oblivious to his changes. He was now dressed like a '50s housewife: a white dress with red polka dots and full skirt, and white high heels. Biff was wearing red lipstick, smoky eyeshadow, and mascara. His short hair was perfectly coiffed in a 50's style, and a vintage-looking hat with a slight veil was pinned neatly in his hair. On his hands were simple white gloves, and he clutched a small red handbag.
"I... I..." Jon stammered.
Biff huffed, "I don't have time for this nonsense. I have to get the roast ready! And vacuum! Now if you'll excuse me." Biff quickly turned, and entered the yard of a nearby house- complete with white picket fence an old '57 Chevy parked in the driveway. He went into the house, as though he lived there.
Jon shuddered. If Biff wasn't safe, did that mean he wasn't safe? He had to get to the lab before he found out.
