As Jon and Biff watched the parade, Jon was curious. Just what had changed in this world? Biff wasn't very different at all physically. He was still two inches taller than Jon and muscular. He looked exactly like a guy except for the breasts. The makeup and the blouse and skirt just made him look like a crossdressing guy. Skirts weren't as common on women as they used to be anyway so it seemed forced. The low cut top showed real breasts, but they looked incongruous against Biff's masculine body. Biff was wearing a brown wig to give himself long hair, which he hadn't done the other day with Steve, and silvery earrings dangled from his ears. His fingernails were long--maybe fake--and coated with red nail polish.
Somehow, probably because of the wish, Jon's subconscious was pushing him to ignore all the visual contradictions and think of Biff as a girl anyway. And Jon knew that the anatomy inside his, no, her pants was female. Biff probably wore panties, if she could fit in them, and certainly had periods. The nails and the hair were right, and the male body shape was just a distraction.
"You're a girl now," said Jon.
"Funny you should say that. I've always been a girl, Jon." Biff had been trying to speak in a higher pitched voice but he couldn't keep it up and ended up just sounding like Biff. "My name is Beth, but as a kid I couldn't pronounce it, so I ended up as Biff. I could show you some pictures. In fact, I will show you some pictures."
Biff took out his/her phone and began searching through social media sites. Jon didn't know how the wishes affected some computer that may be a thousand miles away, but Biff didn't seem to be having problems. Maybe the whole Internet counts as one object and only part of it has to be in range to affect the whole thing. Maybe there was a field around the city that converted all signals that went in or out. Maybe the spell just spreads like a virus given time.
Whatever the explanation, Biff brought up an image showing a girl in a dress. "I was... let's see, eight years old in that picture. I hated dresses, but Mom made me wear one then." He/she brought up another picture. "That's me dressed as a boy." Biff was already posing with a football in it, with his dad.
Jon said, "You wouldn't look any different as a boy or a girl at eight."
"No, I wouldn't."
Biff flipped through some images and came to another picture. "I'm thirteen in that one. I was getting real breasts by that time. I tried to bind them but that didn't last very long."
"Nobody would think you were a girl in that picture."
"No, I was a perfectly normal boy. Even though I was on my period when that picture was taken. I was as strong as anyone, my voice was getting deep, and I had to shave. I had no problems getting on the football team. I knew I was a boy--tt was what I had expected. Dad had told me that there would be a time when I wouldn't look convincing as a boy, but he was wrong."
The next picture that Biff showed Jon was recent. "That's a selfie from yesterday." The picture simply showed a tall boy, in a T-shirt and shorts, arms and legs showing some muscles, with something making his chest bulge out. Jon realized it was his breasts and couldn't help but think of Biff as a girl in his mind once again, despite her appearance.
Biff continued, "I've had people say I was trans, but I wasn't, unless you really want to stretch it. When I said I was a guy, it's not as if I found my body strange and wanted it to be something else. Most of my body matched what I wanted it to be, except my breasts and my snatch. My attitude was "be the man", and it wasn't just about the inside of my head."
Jon said, "I don't get it. You say you're a girl now, right?" Exactly how had his newer wish affected Biff?
"It was pretty sudden. It's just that I... woke up thinking a little differently. Like when you haven't eaten for a while and you realize you're hungry. I realized I hadn't worn a dress for a while and I'm a woman no matter what I'm shaped like."
"Then you're trans now?"
"Of course not! I get periods, I have breasts. I'm naturally a woman. I just need to dress properly. Oh, and you've been nice by not telling me how terrible I look. I know I need practice. I can't just dress like a woman and look normal instantly."
"Honestly, Biff, I can't look at you and not think you're a girl." Which was completely true, even though that was because of a wish.
"It doesn't matter if I look exactly like a man without the makeup and clothes. Female impersonators do it fine and they don't have real breasts."
"We're on a date. I'm a guy, you're a girl. You've always dated guys, right?"
"I kept telling myself that I didn't want to look like a dyke, so I always dated guys, yeah, even when I said I'm a man."
"Sounds like the way girls think. Not that I'd really know."
"Would you still want to go out with me if I woke up and I suddenly hated dresses again?"
"I think I still would," said Jon. He may have been under the influence of a wish, but the wish made him okay with the wish, and wishes can't be reversed anyway. "I used to think you were just a mean person but I've gradually become attracted to you."
Biff looked into Jon's eyes and they slowly moved together and kissed.
