Inside he found clothes that looked like they'd fit him, but would much better suit someone like his girlfriend, Sarah. There were no jeans, no boxers, no sneakers. There was a bra, panties, a dress, and high heeled sandals.
"No fucking way I'm wearing any of this shit," Biff said to nobody. The again, he thought to himself, what choice did he have? He had no other clothes, everyone seemed to treating him like he was some kind of chick, and this seemed to be his locker.
He checked out the rest of the locker. There was a small purse with his ID (gender: female) and some make-up. There was some jewelery; a bracelet with some charms hanging on it, some earrings, a gold necklace with a heart-shaped locket on it. He clicked open the locket and saw his picture, made up heavily with lipstick, eye-liner and blush. On the other side of the heart was a picture of a boy that looked vaguely familiar. He thought he recognized him as that doofus Jon that always looked like an idiot in gym class.
Biff knew he couldn't stay in the girl's locker room forever, that eventually he'd have to go home. He didn't want to, knowing what leaving the room meant, but he knew it was inevitable. With a groan, Biff dropped his towel and pulled on his panties. What else could go wrong, he asked himself?
