There was a quick flash of light. When it subsided, everything looked more or less the same, Jon noticed. He had a feeling it would, though. To see the real effects of his wish, he would have to track down either Biff or Sally. They were the targets of the wish, after all.
This was well within his power, however, and squeezing the stone, Jon wished himself to be transported to wherever Biff was at that moment. A second later, he appeared in Biff's backyard. Fortunately, no one was around to see him appear out of thin air. He found Biff playing house in a fantastic wooden playhouse constructed near the far fence in the corner of the backyard. His parents must have constructed it specially for him.
Approaching him carefully, so as not to be seen just yet, Jon noticed that he had changed quite a bit. His usual clothes were gone, replaced with the type of clothes suited more appropriately for a second grade girl than for a teenage jock boy. He was wearing a cute frilly pink pinafore dress with puffy sleeves, a short pleated skirt and lacy petticoats. His large male legs were bare to his knees where he wore sheer white knee socks. Black patent leather mary-janes graced his large feet and his fingernails and toenails were painted a bright pink. His hair was a lot longer than it used to be and was set in childish pigtails with big yellow and pink bows. And Biff's muscular physique had disappeared. When acting like a little girl, there was no time to be working out at the gym, it seemed. Now he looked even lankier than Jon.
Jon was about to slip away when Biff suddenly opened one of the playhouse windows near him and found him standing right outside it. "Uh ... hi, Biff." It was all he could manage to get out. He was so flustered.
