The old woman took Biff home, insisting her gather his things, kept cleaned up, and head to school.
She wouldn't take no for an answer. Biff had some experience removing bras, but he'd had less applying them, much less to himself.
She insisted he change. Checking the drawer and closet, not only was everything female, but none of it was designed to show off the curves he was developing. Sure, he was cheerleader hot, but...
He paused. What am I thinking? He didn't want any curves...especially not ones he was developing.
After the old woman was satisfied, she drove him to school and wouldn't stop till he left the car. What if someone recognizes me? It seemed unlikely though. His own mother wouldn't recognize him.
He walked into the school and looked around for someone he recognized. There were plenty of people who looked vaguely familiar, but no one important to him. None of his friends were in the hallway.
