Biff Meadows (star quarterback of the football team, boyfriend to Sarah McMillan, and all around bully) crumpled the note up and threw it away, then suddenly leaned against the wall next to the garbage can, feeling dizzy. He leaned over the can, making a vomiting gesture, but nothing came out.
He looked up and saw one of his friends Randy Goodman walking in his direction. But instead of smiling, Randy had a look of disgust on his face. "Stop looking at me, you freak," he told Biff.
"Freak?" Biff asked aloud.
Randy walked over and pushed Biff against the wall. "Yeah. Freak. Only a freak would dress like that."
"What are you talking ..." Biff started to say, before he looked down at himself in shock.
He was wearing a fishnet shirt and (ugh) a black ankle-length leather skirt. On his feet were a pair of black leather boots. No wonder Randy thought he looked like a freak.
"Randy, I don't know how this happened."
"I know how it happened," Randy said. "You were born that way. All you freaks were."
"Wait a minute, Randy. I'm not a freak. You know me. We're best friends."
Randy took a step back, displaying a look of revulsion. Then he laughed. "Yeah, right, you freak. Like I could be friends with a weirdo like you." Then he stopped laughing and looked at Biff with serious eyes. "Don't look at me again or you'll regret it." Then he walked away.
What was wrong with Randy? Why was he acting like that? Wasn't it obvious that this was some sort of prank, obviously created by those Goth freaks? The last thing Biff remembered before getting dizzy was making fun of that Goth freak Trevor Blake. Biff was now wearing an outfit almost exactly like Trevor's. Obviously, the freak was trying to get back at him, to humiliate him. So why wasn't it obvious to Randy?
Biff started to get worried. Was he losing his mind? Was this all a dream? He touched his head, thinking he felt a headache coming on, and that's when he noticed something odd about his hair. He looked around, trying to find a mirror. There were a bunch of them scattered throughout the hallways. When he spotted one, he walked over to it and got yet another shock.
His hair. It was no longer a crew cut hairstyle, but instead was a black spiked hairstyle, very similar to Trevor's. Each spike of hair (six inches in length) seemed to dart away from his head in every direction. But his hair wasn't the only thing that was different. He now had piercings in his ears and nose, and he was wearing black eyeliner and black lipstick. He stared at his reflection, then he grew angry. Who the hell did this to him? When he found them, he'd ...
Biff stopped when he looked down at his body again. There was something peculiar about his shirt. Yes, it was a fishnet shirt instead of the T-shirt he was wearing, but that wasn't what was odd. It was the shape. He touched his body through his shirt and realized why it seemed so odd. He wasn't muscular. He wasn't lanky either, but he certainly wasn't buff. He could understand how someone could dress him up like one of those freaks, but how did they do this? A person couldn't lose their muscular look like that, not that fast. Something like that just couldn't happen. And now that he noticed it, his skin was much paler than normal as well. What had happened to him?
