“You can’t be serious?” Biff almost shouted as he stared at the pile of clothing that was on the bed in front of him. “You expect me to wear all of that!?”
Dr. McMillan nodded as shi watched the two strangers from another world get dressed. They were finally moving out of the lab and into proper homes, and shi had asked Sarrah and Biffanie to find some clothes for their guests. Unsurprisingly, Biff and Sarah were unhappy with what they were offered.
For Sarah, it was nothing fancy; a tank top, a pair of cargo shorts and some sneakers. Biff, on the other hand, had something more typical for a boi like hym: a sparkly bandeau mini dress and a matching pair of wedge heels.
“That’s a typical outfit for a boi your age,” Dr. McMillan commented.
“Typical!?” Biff repeated. “There’s nothing typical about this. I’m a guy and you expect me to wear a dress? Don’t you have anything more…casual?” He lifted the dress gingerly with a finger, half expecting to be filmed for a prank.
“That is casual,” Dr. McMillan remarked. “You should see Biffanie on date night.”
Biff stared at her in disbelief. Meanwhile Sarah had begrudgingly gotten dressed in the clothing that she had been offered. It felt weird for her to not be wearing a bra, her breasts hung loosely inside the tank top and they moved around with every step she took.
“Come on now, Biff, we don’t have all day.” Dr. McMillan gave an exasperated sigh. “I know that bois take forever to get ready but you haven’t even started yet.”
Biff opened his mouth to retaliate but decided against it and just got on with it. The sooner he could go back to his world, the better.
He gingerly picked up the underwear that was lying on the bed, handling it like it was a bomb about to go off. The pink panties he could deal with, he just slipped them on, but the bra? He hesitated as he picked it up, holding it with two fingers like a foreign artifact. Sure, having sex with Sarah meant that he had dealt with them enough times to know how to put them on, but actually wearing the thing?
He looked at Sarah and, although it looked like she was trying to hide a smirk, she looked at him apologetically and shrugged her shoulders.
“Just put it on, babe,” she said.
Biff sighed and slipped the feminine garment on. It was unlike any bra he had ever seen. Instead of cups, it was completely flat, and it was extremely frilly, which he supposed was to match the panties that he had on. Biff sighed, feeling completely humiliated.
Next came the dress. Biff had no experience with such an outfit, so Sarah had to help him put it on. She held it out for him while he stepped into it, and then she zipped it up behind him. Again, it was a completely weird experience for him having his chest and arms bare for everyone to see. The hem of the dress only went down to just above his knees, and he could see now why Dr. McMillan had insisted that he’d shave his legs. Dr. McMillan chuckled at the thought of a Sarrah who knew how to put on dresses. Fascinating.
Finally, the wedge heels came next, and even though Dr. McMillan had assured Biff that these were the most sensible pair of shoes that Biffanie owned (whatever that meant), they were still pink and sparkly.
“What is it now, Biff?” Dr. McMillan asked frustratedly as shi noticed Biff staring at the shoes in disbelief. He looked up at hir.
“I’ve never worn heels before.”
Dr. McMillan raised an eyebrow, half amused, half curious. “Seriously? I thought that bois couldn’t wear anything other than heels.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you see, due to evolution, bois’ feet are permanently shaped to fit heels. That means that bois can never put their feet on the ground flat.”
Biff stared at hir. “You can’t be serious!?”
Dr. McMillan nodded. “I thought that it would be the same for all bois, regardless of their world, but apparently not. Let me see your feet, Biff.” Biff lifted a foot up so that shi could see. “Fascinating…” shi muttered. “I’m sorry, but as it stands…you’ll have to wear the heels, we don’t have anything suitable for your feet and it just wouldn’t be proper for a boi to be wearing sneakers.”
Biff exchanged a look with Sarah, who looked as equally bewildered by this world as he was, but he recognized that he had no choice; gingerly, he slipped his feet into the shoes.
“How do I look?” Biff asked, a little hesitantly.
Sarah gave him a smile and Dr. McMillan nodded satisfactorily. “You’ll do, for now… Although we’ll need to sort out that hair. All bois wear their hair long, but no girls do.” An assistant came into the room holding a wig in one hand and a baseball cap in the other. “Biff, I’m going to need you to put this on,” shi instructed as shi handed him the wig.
Sarah, you’ll have to wear this cap, you can put your hair into a bun or something.” Shi handed her the cap, and Sarah expertly twisted her hair into a neat bun. Dr. McMillan watched in amazement. How did shi know how to do that?
“Is that it?” Biff asked once the wig was on. “Can we go now?”
Dr. McMillan nodded as shi gestured towards the door.
“Now it’s time to meet your alternate selves.”
