On the way to his 11-year old brother's school, Biff stopped at a red light. He felt uncomfortable in these clothes, to say the least. The shoes alone made it difficult to drive. How did women even drive, with heels like this? For some reason, it didn't occur to him that he could just take the shoes off. He was probably still in some kind of state of confused shock.
That shock only got worse, though, as he waited at the light. Because whatever was happening was being generated from Biff's location, as if he were the eye of some kind of magical transformation storm. Yes, Biff now wore clothing of the opposite sex and had long hair and make-up, but unlike everyone else who had changed so far, his mind was completely intact and unchanged.
A minivan that was stopped behind him contained a man, his wife, and a 3-year old boy. As Biff's car sat there at the intersection, the occupants of the minivan began to change. The man's clothes morphed into a feminine counterpart, while still tailored to fit his somewhat muscular masculine body, the woman's clothes morphed into a male counterpart, also tailored to fit her feminine body, and the 3-year old boy suddenly found himself dressed in a pink "princess" dress, though now in all of their minds, it was thought of as a "prince" dress, since, as far as they knew, dresses were worn by princes, not princesses. The boy even had a silvery wand in his hand, which he playfully waved around. The man's hair then got longer and styled, while the woman's hair turned into a very boyish cut, and the young boy's hair got longer and formed into pigtails. Make-up disappeared from the woman, then appeared on the man. And they all acted as though nothing were out of the ordinary.
Biff looked up into his rear-view mirror and his eyes went wide, seeing the driver of the minivan stopped behind his car. The driver was a man, but he had long hair and he was wearing women's clothing. It was happening again!
Not waiting for the light to turn green, Biff floored it, driving right through the red light, hoping that there were no cops around. He was already lucky that there was no cross traffic.
"Oh my!" the driver of the minivan said, touching his hand to his chest in a very feminine way.
"What the hell is that guy thinking?" the driver's wife said, kind of gruffly.
Biff kept driving, not realizing that he was the reason those people in the minivan had changed. But would he realize it before reaching his brother? After all, if he ever realized what was happening, he may opt to stay as far away from his brother (and anyone else, for that matter) as possible, to keep them from changing too.
