By the time Jon caught up with Biff in the master bedroom, Biff had quickly removed his dress and discarded it on the floor. He was routing through the bags in just his bra and panties.
Biff took out the clothes he had gotten for Jon and handed them to him. Jon thanked him and quickly headed back to his room. Biff removed his bra, relieved to have his chest free. Next he peeled the panties down his legs. He grabbed a pair of boxer shorts and pulled them on, enjoying the feeling of normality resuming. Next he pulled on a t shirt and track pants and went to the mirror to have a look. He looked just like his old self. He had to be careful not to slip up and fall back towards his new feminine tendencies. As he stared in the mirror he had naturally cocked his hip and stood with one hand on his hip. He quickly corrected himself and stood with his legs spread a bit wider like he used to do. Still feeling a bit off Biff was still happy to be back to his normal self for now so he headed downstairs to grab himself a beer.
Jon had been just as eager to get changed. He pulled his dress off very quickly and then opened the straps of his diaper which quickly fell to the ground as it was now fairly heavy. He rolled it up and put it in the trash. Jon wiped his crotch clean and then pulled on a pair of the boxer shorts he had been given. He never thought he'd be so happy to have a pair of underwear. He had worn nothing but diapers since this whole nightmare had begun. He quickly followed the underwear with pants and a t shirt and hurried down the stairs to join Biff.
He met Biff at the bottom of the stairs and Biff handed him an open beer. Delighted to no longer be treated like a baby, Jon thanked him and took a gulp. Biff ushered Jon into the sitting room and before sitting, Biff closed the curtains. "Imagine if one of the neighbours saw you drinking a beer Jon?" They both laughed at the absurd thought. Jon had taken a seat on the couch and turned on the TV. Biff sat at the other end and without even thinking about it he crossed his legs high above the knee. Catching himself, he quickly uncrossed his legs and sat with them wide apart as most guys his age did. There was a nagging feeling at the back of his head that this stance was unnatural but he fought on.
They continued on like this for a while, flicking from show to show and drinking their beer. They had finished their third beers when Jon went into the kitchen to grab two fresh ones. As Jon came back to hand Biff his beer, Biff looked up and saw a dark patch quickly spreading in Jon's pants.
Forgetting himself for a moment Biff said, "Oh Jon honey, it looks like you've had a little accident. Maybe you're not ready to be out of diapers just yet."
Jon was very embarrassed he looked down at his pants. Despite his determination he hadn't even felt the urge to go and barely noticed the wetness until Biff said anything. Betraying his efforts to have a" normal" evening with Biff, Jon seemed to react in an even more babyish way. His eyes watered up and he started to grab the seat of his pants, pulling it away from his crotch while he whimpered out loud. "I don't wanna wear a diaper, it's not fair."
Biff's motherly instinct kicked in and he comforted Jon. He told him it would be OK. They could still enjoy their evening, it just might be best for Jon to keep a diaper on to save any more accidents. He coaxed Jon down onto his back and peeled off the wet pants. He grabbed some wipes and a fresh diaper, cleaned Jon up and soon had him safe and secure in a nice, dry diaper. He told Jon not to even worry about it and invited him back to the couch to try and make the most of their evening together. As Biff sat down he again crossed his legs but in the heightened state of emotions in the room this time he didn't correct himself. He patted Jon's bare leg to try and give him some more comfort. Jon sniffed and smiled at Biff, glad to have his help.
