Biff swaggered into his room and slammed the door shut.
"Bleh," he said, recoiling at the My Little Pony wall paper. He looked arround and turned to go - no way there were any answers here. His hand paused on the door handle and he turned back. On top of a chest of drawers next to the door was a framed picture. Frowning he turned towards it and paled in fear. The picture was of a mother and daughter grinning happily...he was the daughter, and that loser Jon was the mother.
Growling he snatched it up and tossed it across the room. The sound of it shattering shocked him and he hurried to the bed. Hurriedly, he gathered up the shards in the blanked and quickly stuffed them into a laundry hamper at the foot of the bed. Worried, he felt the urge to burry it further and quickly stripped off, stuffing his clothes into the hamper.
Panting, he now stood in the middle of the room naked and suddenly felt really self conscious. Without thinking, he opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of kids' nighttime training pants and pulled them on and then reached under the pillow, pulling out a kids' nightie. Grunting he struggled it on and when he had, he felt more at ease. Smiling, he sat down on the floor and snatched up a discarded rag doll, starting to play with it.
