Biff Meadows had been in the lunch room when suddenly, this weird blue light blinded him and he found himself in the girl's locker room, surrounded by girls half dressed...all of whom looked as dazed as he was.
He looked at all of them for a few seconds, enjoying the view before he became cold. He looked down. "Fuck..." he said, in disbelief. He was a girl...and not even a big breasted one.
He looked around again, and spotted one really hot girl feeling herself up. He squinted...she looked oddly familiar. He cursed again. It was Steve Farber. Biff didn't consider himself a saint, but feeling yourself up a moment after you've been somehow turned into a chick seemed a step below having sex with a female version of yourself. He paused. Actually, that sounds kind of cool, he thought.
He focused on the problem at hand, like the Coach always told him. He needed clothes, and he needed to find someone to fix this before someone recognized him.
