Biff blinked and shook his head. What was Sarah doing? He’d better follow her and make sure that she didn’t get into trouble. She seemed to be acting all aggressive all of a sudden.
“Sarah!” He called after her. “Wait.” Sarah had already got the couples’ attention by the time Biff started walking over to them. The guy spotted Biff and looked at what he was wearing before turning back to the strange girl in front of him wearing a tank top and jeans.
“Who are you calling freaks?” The guy asked as he motioned towards Biff. “At least I’m not wearing a skirt.”
“Biffany’s wearing what hei’s supposed to be wearing,” Sarrah responded, coming to the defence of hir boifriend. “A pretty boi like you should know that.”
The guy blushed a little, embarrassed. “What did you call me?”
“Sarah, babe,” Biff called as he started to tug on her arm. Was her arm hairier than normal? “Let’s not bother these people. This is between you and me.” Biff tried to tug her away, but he was surprised by Sarah’s sudden strength. When had she gotten stronger than him?
As Biff pondered the sudden appearance of his girlfriend's newfound strength, he was distracted momentarily by a blinding light and he let go of Sarah to cover his eyes.
Eventually, the light faded and Biff lowered his hands, blinking as his eyes readjusted themselves. Bringing his hands down Biff noticed that his fingernails were coated in black nail polish, but he didn’t have time to react to that because he heard a guy scream.
Well, it sounded like a guy, it was certainly deep enough to be a guy’s voice, but there was also a soft tone to it that made it seem...feminine...if that was possible.
Looking towards the couple, Biff didn’t notice anything immediately wrong but, as his vision cleared, he noticed something. Was the woman suddenly taller?
The guy and girl didn’t seem to notice that, as they were too busy examining their clothes. The girl was lifting her dress away from her dress gingerly, almost as if it was a sin to be wearing such a garment. The guy? The guy seemed to be most distraught that he was wearing a sports jacket and jeans. He quickly started stripping his clothes off.
“Babe?” the girl asked. Her voice, while still high pitched, sounded rougher and almost deeper. As if she was doing an impersonation of a guy. “Why am I wearing your dress?”
The guy looked at his girlfriend, furious. “How the hell should I know? What? Are you some kind of crossdressing freak that I didn’t know about?”
“Hell no!” the woman, replied shouting angrily. “I’m on the football team for crying out loud. The other gurls would laugh at me if they saw me wearing a dress.”
The guy was struggling to get his clothes off. They seemed to be tightening on his body. “Babe?” he asked, looking over to his girlfriend. “Can you, like, help me out here? Your clothes are, like, super tight.”
“Oh, um, sure.” She stopped fingering her dress and helped her boyfriend out of his clothes before taking off her own.
“Goddess, I’m even wearing your bra,” she exclaimed. “How the hell did this happen?”
“I don’t know, just hurry up. I’m naked here!” The guy was down to his girlfriends’ boxers and was using his hands to cover both his private area and his chest.
Sarrah just watched the exchange, amused and with a small sense of satisfaction that the couple was now back to normal.
