Sarah (or Sarrah as shi was now known) looked at hym quizzically before shi looked down at hirself.
“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” shi asked, clearly confused by hir boifriend’s sudden reaction.
“Those are my boxers, and I’m pretty sure that that is one of my tank tops,” Biff almost shouted.
Sarrah couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “Babe,” shi began once shi stopped laughing, “bois don’t wear boxers, and if they do, I’ve never seen you anything other than a thong or panties.” Biff blinked at her, stunned.
“What are you talking about!?”
“You’re like the most masculine boi that I know, Biffany. Even Steffany isn’t as hot as you.”
Biff was confused.
“What did you call me?” he asked. “And who’s Steffany?”
“Are you alright babe?” Sarrah asked, sounding concerned. First her boifriend forgot to put on hys bra and panties and now hei was acting like hei didn’t know who shi was—or hymself for that matter.
Sarrah frowned.
“I don’t think that you’re in any condition to drive, babe.” Shi dashed upstairs and a few moments later, shi came back down wearing a pair of jeans and grabbed hir house keys before locking the door behind hir. “Maybe I should drive you so that you can pick up your brother.”
Before Biff (or rather, Biffany) could respond, Sarrah grabbed Biffany’s keys out of hys hand. It was at this point that he noticed that Sarah was now taller than him.
Sarrah unlocked Biff’s car which had transformed from a blue Mustang to a hot pink convertible—Biff imagined that the Mustang now belonged to Sarah—and got into the driver’s seat.
Biff had no choice but to climb into the passenger seat and let his girlfriend drive while he tried to work out what was happening.
