Biff stared at the muscular boy wearing Sarah's lingerie and all her make-up. He looked like some sort of cross-dresser. He couldn't believe that he was actually going to have sex with him ... uh, her (the boy was still his girlfriend, right?).
"Biff," the boy said, crawling across the bed towards him. "You have to help me. Tell me what's happening to me."
Biff pointed at his bedroom mirror and the boy turned and looked. Then he got off the bed and looked closer. He saw a boy not unlike a lot of the jocks he saw everyday at school. But this boy was wearing lingerie and make-up. He lifted his hand to his head and ran it through his short blond boy's hair, then ran it across his face (which still bore a definite resemblance to Sarah's original face), then down over his muscular chest and arms. His face was filled with bewilderment and shock. Clearly, he was freaked out by all of this.
"Could you please pull up your ... panties?" Biff asked.
The boy looked down and saw that his penis was hanging limply over the top of his panties. He gently held it between his finger and thumb and pulled the panties over it. He was still obviously sickened at the idea of having a penis.
As he pulled up the panties, though, they began to change, becoming a pair of white boy's briefs, which hugged his new penis tightly yet snugly. Then his bra expanded and changed color, becoming a white boy's undershirt. And then slowly all of his make-up began to disappear.
"What's happening to me?" the boy asked.
Biff just stared. Sure, the boy looked better now that he wasn't wearing girl's clothes and make-up, but that boy was still apparently Sarah McMillan - his girlfriend. How could this have happened? And was there a way to reverse it?
"Biff, you have to tell me what's happening to me," the boy said, approaching him.
"Stay away from me," Biff said.
"Biff, I'm still Sarah. Even if I have this body. And I still love you." He paused, then asked "Don't you love me?"
How could he? Yes, he knew that the boy was Sarah, but if people saw them together, they might think he was gay or something.
"I want you to leave," Biff said.
"What? I can't leave. Not like this," Sarah said.
"Fine," Biff said, walking to his closet. He pulled out a pair of jeans and a pair of sandals, and then threw them at his former girlfriend, who caught them.
"But these are yours."
Biff just glared at him and crossed his arms.
Sarah grunted, then put the jeans on. They fit perfectly, as if they were made for him. Then he put the sandals on.
"Okay, now leave."
"But ... where can I go?"
"It doesn't matter. I can't have you here. Things have gotten too weird."
Truthfully, Sarah was just as physically fit as Biff now and could have put up a fight, but he was still thinking like a girl, so Biff still had the upper hand. And Sarah left without another word.
