Biff just grumbled to himself as Steve left him alone in the locker. "Just great, the one time I get the perfect excuse to pound Gibson and I get told by a friend and someone who could kick my own ass to lay off of him." he says as he sighs to himself and leaves the locker room, heading to his next class.
Meanwhile, Jon was hurrying to his next class, hoping and praying that he wouldn't run into anymore boys that he knew and just to make sure, he decided to keep his head down, facing the floor while glancing out of his peripheral vision to make sure he didn't run into anything...or anyone.
It was while he was doing this that he saw his hair starting to dangle in front of him and he reached out to brush it away. "You mean there's more changes than just losing my manhood?" he mutters to himself.
When he brushed it away, he felt how much softer and silkier the strands were against his skin and he reached up yet again to feel it. "It almost feels like I've been using my mom's shampoo which I know I haven't." he says to himself as he keeps walking on.
His hair is down to his neck right now and has started to get some red hues to it as he enters his next class when he sees just who he happens to share this English class with.
