Biff dashed down the stairs of Sarah’s house and flung open the door as he started to run across the drive to his Mustang that was parked on Sarah’s drive when suddenly he stumbled on the doorstep.
“What the...?” Biff asked aloud as he managed to steady himself before he fell over. He looked at the doorstep and couldn’t see anything that would make him trip over. He had been in and out of Sarah’s house many times and had never tripped over that step before. So why should he now?
Looking down at himself, he saw why, and Biff nearly fainted at what he saw. Instead of the red tank top and white shorts that he had worn to Sarah’s this morning, he was wearing Sarah’s black halter neck top and white pleated skirt. He had even managed to put on Sarah’s black strappy sandals!
How Biff had managed to put all of this on without him noticing, he wasn’t sure. Maybe it was because he was in a hurry, but it didn’t matter, Biff was already on his way back inside to get changed. He couldn’t let anyone see him dressed like this.
Sarah was waiting for him by her open door. She had a bit of a smirk on her face when she saw him returning.
“Forget something, babe?” she asked as she held out what looked like a black lacy bra and panty set.
Confused, Biff looked at his girlfriend, and that’s when he noticed it. Sarah was wearing his clothes! She was wearing his boxer briefs and had put on a white tank top that looked like the one that Biff normally wore when he lounged around in the house.
“Sarah!?” Biff asked, stunned. “What the hell are you wearing?”
