"I wish that until I say otherwise, Biff's lower half was transformed into that of a beautiful shapely woman, and I wish that the lower half would dress accordingly. I wish that although Biff acts and thinks the way he normally does, that his lower half has ways of controlling his actions. I wish that Biff thinks his body was always like this, but the change is new to everyone else."
There was a flash, and Jon smiled he couldn't wait to check Biff out the next day at school.
Biff walked to school the next day, his top half looking normal, wearing his football jersey. His handsome face, with a hint of stubble, attracted many girls over the years. But below his waist, long, feminine freshly-waxed legs strutted like a model on the catwalk, high-heels clacking on the sidewalk. Shapely hips and a round, womanly ass were covered by a short black mini-skirt. It was an interesting sight, the top half moving along with a manly swagger, the bottom half walking with a womanly sway of the hips.
He walked up to a group of cheerleaders, who were facing the other way, and said, "Hey, ladies, who's free Friday night?"
The girls turned around and...
