When Sarah came to, she found herself looking up at a plain white ceiling with bright lights.
“Biff?” she called out, a little hesitantly. She wasn’t sure if it had all been a dream.
“I’m here, babe,” his voice came from the side. There was a noise, and he appeared in her vision, leaning over her.
“Thank God!” Sarah cried out, as she looked at him. “I had this horrible nightmare. There were two of us and they were wearing the opposite clothing and…” She trailed off as she saw Dr. McMillan standing at the bottom of her bed.
“Hello,” she greeted the pair with a smile. Sarah sighed, her shoulders sagging.
“So it wasn’t a dream."
“I’m afraid not,” Dr. McMillan shook her head. “You really are here, and I must remind you that it is you who are reversed, not us.”
Sarah looked at the woman who claimed to be her mother. She wore a blue buttoned shirt underneath a white lab coat and brown trousers. The shirt pressed against her breasts, accentuating them, and instead of wearing her brown hair long, it was cut short.
This was a far cry from the Suzan McMillan that she knew. Her mother always wore the most fashionable clothing brands and fancy dresses that highlighted her femininity. Her makeup was impeccable, and Sarah had almost never seen her mother without any. Plus her long hair was always styled in the latest fashion trends.
Sarah sat up, the loose gown hanging off her; her breasts jiggled slightly from the movement. Curious, she peeked under her gown. She wore a plain pair of what looked like boxers, but she wasn’t wearing a bra, so her breasts were hanging freely inside the gown.
“Is something wrong?” Dr. McMillan asked, observing this curious behaviour. Sarah looked up and nodded.
“Yeah, I’m not wearing a bra,” Sarah replied. Dr. McMillan looked at her for a moment and then burst out laughing.
“I’m sorry,” Sarah queried, puzzled by Dr. McMillan’s reaction, “but what’s so funny?”
Dr. McMillan tried to regain hir composure before replying, but shi still giggled slightly. “Bras are for bois,” shi explained. “Gurls don’t wear bras.”
Sarah frowned. “What do you mean, bras are for boys? It’s girls who wear bras, you know, to support their breasts.”
Again, Dr. McMillan burst out laughing. “Support their breasts!” shi repeated, barely able to control hirself. “My dear, it’s bois who wear bras, and I can certainly tell you that it’s not for any supportive reasons. It’s more for, um, how shall I put it… Modesty.”
Sarah just stared at the woman as she continued. “No woman wants to see a boi’s nipples unless it’s when making love to hym in bed.”
“They tried to force me to wear one, babe,” Biff admitted, embarrassed. Dr. McMillan nodded.
“A feisty one hei is. Insisting on going without a bra. You’d better not let any gurls find out, or they’ll be all over you.”
Sarah just sat there shocked. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Men wearing bras. What else did this world have in store? She was about to ask something when there was a knock on the door. Dr. McMillan opened it, and another woman, dressed similarly to her, came in with a clipboard.
“Ah, yes, we need to run some tests. We’ll continue this amusing conversation later.”
“Tests?” Biff asked. “What kind of tests? I thought that we were going home.”
“That’s a little tricky, I’m afraid. You see, my device is actually a cloning machine. The machine was supposed to create a clone of my dawter and hir boifriend but something went wrong and you two appeared instead." Shi sighed, in disbelief that in some other reality, these people were close to…hir. “Like I said before,” shi continued, “You two are from an alternate universe. My machine wasn’t meant to do that so in order to send you back we need to make some modifications. Unfortunately, that’s going to take some time.”
“How long?”
“I’m not sure, but it could be a while. Maybe a couple of weeks or a month.”
“A month!?” Biff repeated angrily. “We can’t be trapped here for a whole month!”
“I’m not happy about it, either,” Dr. McMillan replied. “I don’t want you two running around putting ideas into my dawter’s boifriend’s head that menne are better than women, but there’s not a lot that I can do at the moment. These kinds of things take time.”
Biff and Sarah looked at each other, shocked. Meanwhile, the woman with the notepad brought in two heart monitors and proceeded to connect the subjects up to take their vital signs.
