Biff looked at the mirror and at first, he didn't understand what he was seeing. Was that him? He dropped the toothbrush into the sink and stared. He had completely changed. His tanned and muscular physique was gone, replaced by a lanky and pale one. His shirt had turned into a tight faded orange T-shirt and his jeans had become really tight - skin tight almost. And around the top of his jeans was a studded belt. He looked down and saw that his shoes had changed as well, as they were now a pair of Vans-type sneakers.
He looked back up at the mirror and looked at his hair. Yes, his hair, which was now not buzz-cut in the slightest. His now black hair cascaded down across his face so much that he could only see out of one eye, unless he pushed his bangs to the side. And speaking of eyes, around the one eye he could see in the mirror was black eyeliner.
The person he saw in the mirror was him, it was his face, but he looked completely different. In fact, he looked like that Derek kid, the emo he picked on at school. That fag was such a freak. But how could this happen? How could he change like this in the blink of an eye?
He turned and ran back to his bedroom, meaning to use his phone to call either one of his jock buddies or maybe even Sarah. But when he entered his room, he stopped dead in his tracks. Not only had he changed, but his bedroom had changed as well. It was exactly the kind of room he suspected a loser like Derek would live in. But why was Biff's room like this? What the hell was happening?
He slowly walked further into the room and collapsed onto his bed. Then he began to cry. What was wrong with him? Why was he so emotional?
