Jon had calmed down and was starting to get into the game, shouting and cheering along with Biff. To anyone else it would have sounded very funny to hear a woman and a baby girl shouting and cheering along with the action on the TV. The two beers had quite the effect on Jon's smaller body. He soon felt the urge to pee again and stumbled a step when he get down from the couch. The diaper caused him to waddle a bit and mixed with the alcohol he wasn't sure he'd make it all the way upstairs in time to use the toilet. He was only half way up the stairs when he felt his bladder giving up the fight and he filled his diaper with pee. In his semi drunken state he just brushed it off and rather than wasting any more time he just turned back around and went to back to watch the rest of the game.
He sat back down on the couch and relaxed. Biff offered him another slice of pizza but he was still full after the last slice. Biff helped himself to another slice and sat back on the couch. He started fidgeting with his hair, the tight bun starting to bug him. Unable to make it sit comfortably he decided to instead remove the hair ties and let it fall naturally. It fell down to his shoulder and in a very ladylike fashion he swept both sides behind his ear with his free hand. Jon was watching him the whole time. The hair framed Biff's face and with his new softer facial features and the way he was carrying himself he looked more and more like the woman he was supposed to be.
Jon stretched out on the couch again, enjoying the buzz from the beers. He felt himself peeing in the diaper again as his eyes grew heavy and he started to drift off to sleep.
Biff noticed him nodding off and just smiled to himself. He got himself another beer and sat glued to the rest of the game but being careful not to shout loudly anymore, in case he'd disturb Jon.
When the game ended Biff crept out of the room. He wanted to leave Jon for a while so he could get ready for bed in peace. He made his way up to his room, stopping inside to look at himself in the mirror. He was enjoying the little bit of boy time and the comfort of the clothes he was wearing but as he studied himself in the mirror he was starting to think that his resistance was futile. His large chest pushed the front of his t shirt out, pulling the bottom of it up a little bit and exposing his smooth tummy. His pants were stretched tight by his wide hips and big, round butt. His face and longer hair screamed woman and his thin arms and narrow shoulders were just another thing betraying who he felt he really was. He decided that boy time was over and it was time to face the music and put on something more appropriate for his changed body to sleep in.
