"Isn't there a way to reverse it?" Tiffany asked Sarah.
"No," she answered, still sniffling. For the past two minutes, she had been crying. Biff (well on his way to becoming Buffy) didn't understand why Sarah was so upset. Didn't she know that it was one of Biff's greatest desires to be a cheerleader? "The man said that once they become what I want them to be, there's no going back. It's permanent."
Tiffany sighed. "I'm so sorry, Sarah."
Sarah looked up and saw Biff. He was chatting with the other new recruits. But she could hardly call him a "he" anymore. Already, Biff was taking on a more feminine form, his hair was past his shoulders, and there were small breasts forming on his chest.
Why oh why did Biff have to be there? She specifically told him to be somewhere else for this particular tryout. She couldn't tell him why. But she didn't think she needed to. Why couldn't he have listened to her just this once?
