Biff opened the door to the room and walked in. He was still wearing male clothes but they looked like they belonged to a more mature man rather than the teenager he was.
"Are you ready Sarah?" He asked as he came into the room. He was staring right at Sarah but didn't even glance twice at her exposed chest.
"We better get going. The game is starting soon." Saying this Biff glanced around the room and then noticed Jon in what he saw as Sarah's shirt and boxer shorts. He paid extra attention to Jon's chest which made Jon extremely uncomfortable.
"Oh, hey Jon. Looking good babe. Hope you don't mind me borrowing your husband for the day but we never miss a home game. You understand, right?" Biff smiled at Jon with a look that Jon had never been on the receiving end of before.
"Not at all Biff. I'm looking forward to having the house to my self." Jon improvised. He wasn't sure what was going on but it was clear that Biff thought Jon and Sarah were in a relationship and that this was their house.
"Just gimme a minute Biff. I'll get dressed and meet you downstairs." Sarah said.
Biff took one last lingering look at Jon and made his way downstairs to wait.
"That was so weird. Did you see the way he was looking at me? And he called you my husband."
Sarah was quickly getting dressed in the clothes that seemed to fit her, a pair of boxer shorts, jeans and a football Jersey.
"This is crazy." she said, "Biff thinks you and I are married and live here. And what's more he thinks I'm the husband and you're my wife. That at least would explain the weird shapes of these clothes. I've never worn a football jersey or boxer shorts in my life but these are really comfortable."
Reaching into the underwear drawer Sarah pulled out a pair of pink, frilly panties. The girliest pair she could see in there. Holding them up to Jon's waist she said, "And these look like they would fit you! I'm going to go with Biff and try to figure out what the hell is going on. For now, we should play along. I don't want people to think I've gone crazy. I'll get home as quickly as I can and we'll try to figure this out."
Hearing an impatient Biff shouting up to her, Sarah tossed the girly panties to Jon and ran downstairs and straight out the door with Biff.
Jon stood alone in this strange bedroom studying the panties in his hands. They looked like they would be a good fit. They were very frilly around the edges with a lace pattern in the front part and a silky soft material on the back. The front of them were shaped kind of like a pair of Y fronts, with some room for his penis but not as much as he was used to. He was fairly sure his package would be displayed prominently in them. Not really knowing what else to do Jon removed the uncomfortable boxer shorts which he now knew were actually Sarah's. He stepped into the panties one foot at a time and then pulled them up his legs. They fit perfectly, hugging his hips tightly and snuggly snapping around his butt, even lifting his butt slightly. His penis fit in the front and he had to admit the material felt very nice on his skin.
Deciding that he needed to get dressed and face this head on Jon turned back to the closet and searched for something he would be comfortable wearing. All the jeans and pants looked way too small for him. Turning away from the male side of the wardrobe with a sigh Jon started to look at what he reluctantly accepted were now his clothes. There were mostly dresses, a few formal looking pantsuits and more shoes than Jon had ever owned.
Settling on a fairly plain dress Jon was thankful that it was a warm day. The dress he picked was fairly simple. It looked like it would fall around his knees. It was cut lower in the front than anything he had ever worn before but looked normal for a regular woman to wear. Pulling it on like a t-shirt Jon dropped the hem of it and let it sit naturally. The dress hung down around his knees. The sleeves were short and a lot of Jon's flat chest was exposed but if Biff's reaction was anything to go by then it would be seen as normal attire for him. Picking a simple pair of sandles Jon slipped them on and started to head downstairs.
He was at the top of the stairs when he felt the need to go to the bathroom. Stepping into the bathroom he stood at the toilet, hiked up his dress and grabbed the frilly waist of his panties. Lowering the waist to free his penis Jon went to the toilet as he always had done. Finishing up he tucked his penis back in and let the dress fall back down.
Washing up he headed downstairs to try to figure out just what was going on.
