He stopped when he saw students roaming about the school grounds. It wasn't just happening to him and Sarah. Everyone was being affected. Guys wore feminine colors, girls wore masculine colors. Guys looked lankier and girls looked more buffed up. Some girls who he recognized now had shorter hair, while some guys he recognized had longer hair, some even had ponytails. And the thing that put him off the most was the fact that a few guys (including a couple of his jock buddies) were wearing skirts. It wasn't like girls were wearing boys clothes and boys were wearing girls clothes, but it was close.
Sarah put her muscular arm around Biff's more slender body. "Biff. Babe. What's wrong with you today?"
Everyone was acting nuts...but if he told them, they'd just think he was nuts. Biff wasn't a rocket scientist, but that didn't mean he was a stupid either. "Nothing," he lied.
"Come on," she said. "I hate it when you do that. If you're mad at me, why can't you just come out and say it, instead of playing games?"
Biff had a sudden weird flashback to the previous night. He'd been out with Sarah, and he'd had this exact same conversation in reverse, and gotten really mad at her.
The words echoed through his head. "I wish girls were more like boys. We don't act all emotional, or spend hours in the bathroom getting ready, or any of that shit. And you have it so easy, you can get away with anything you want..."
Was this some sort of punishment? It wasn't like Sarah was a witch, even though a lot of people called her something that rhymed with it, after which he beat them up.
Sarah getting a bit grabby called him back to reality. "I've got to go anyway," she said. "Coach wants us for a quick meeting before class." She walked away with a confident swagger Biff found very out of place on her.
He spotted his friends coming his way. He was almost afraid to talk to them. He wished he knew how to get things back to the way they were supposed to be.
