Biff struggled to get to his feet...or rather her feet. He had only seen part of him, but the Doctor confirmed what he thought. He was angry and panicking.
He found it hard to do so. His legs felt like they might give out from under him.
"I think you shouldn't try to strain yourself so early...you're doing very well so far," the Doctor told him.
Biff stubbornly insisted and rose. Hospital gowns didn't leave much to the imagination. He could see more of the effect. His muscular frame was gone, replaced by a delicate one. He felt like a walking toothpick. A toothpick with breasts.
Despite the fact they weren't the largest ones he saw...having never had them before, they felt gigantic.
He lifted up the gown and saw what was...or rather what wasn't under it.
It was all too much. His knees gave out on him. Fortunately, the Doctor caught him and helped him lower himself back into bed.
"Very impressive, Elizabeth." He glared at the man. "We thought Biff didn't quite fit. And...Beth sounds like Biff...and is short for...well, you get it. It's just a working name. You can choose your own, if you like. I think, considering, you'd rather have a fresh start..."
Biff didn't say anything. He just closed his eyes. Even if he'd never wake up from this nightmare...he just didn't want to cooperate with the man.
