Biff looked down at himself, in shock; he had tits! And his long brown hair which he hadn't had a moment before kept getting in his face. He caught a glimpse of his face when Sarah held a hand mirror up to him with a trembling hand. Sarah's mother's face stared back at him.
"What the fuck?!" Sarah quickly silenced him, sensing a tirade coming on. Biff had anger problems, something Sarah tried her best to help. She pulled out her phone and called home, hoping her mother would pick up.
"Hello?" The same voice as the one in front of him asked, and Sarah sighed in relief. Mom was fine, but now, there were two of her. And one of them needed clothes. "I'm bringing a friend home, okay? Please don't come into my room." A pause, and Sarah sighed. "No, it's a female friend. We're not gonna be doing anything like that."
She hung up, giving Biff a sharp look. "Before you bitch, don't! You look like my mom right now. So what better place to get clothes for you than my mom's room?" Biff cringed; he didn't want to be reminded of his condition, although nearly everything did. Even the way he stood and breathed felt totally alien.
They set out for Sarah's house nearby, as quickly as they could, though Biff decided not to run; the bouncing was too much.
