Biff, meanwhile, was still unable to wrap his head around the idea of being the body double of Sarah's mom. He didn't want to wear her clothes. He didn't want his own clothes. God help him if Sarah got it in her head to use his new appearance, or if anyone Sarah's mom knew saw him. And the worst part of it was, he wouldn't be able to play football. Not in this old body. His tits were a little saggy, and his long brown hair had strands of grey in it. He couldn't decide whether that was more distressing than the fact that he found it distressing. His face felt so strange, like everything had been moved around and compressed. The rest of his body was like that, except for his butt which seemed to have ballooned out, and a similar feeling in his chest.
"I'm a quarterback, damnit. I shouldn't have to deal with this shit." Biff moaned, leaning forward with his head in his hands. He still felt naked in the thin nightgown; there was an uncomfortable draft in the room, in every part of him, especially the ones he really didn't want to think about. His nipples were stiff, and rubbing against the nightgown, which wasn't a completely terrible feeling, though it made him shudder. "Why can't it be someone else, like that faggot Steve? I bet he'd like this." He winced at the sound of his own voice.
Thankfully, a couple of minutes later, Sarah came back into the room, bringing a plate of food which Biff devoured, though he could barely force himself to finish it. His eyelids were slowly becoming heavy, and he frowned. I'm never sleepy so early. It's only ten or eleven. He sighed for the hundredth time. "Biff, stop feeling sorry for yourself, you're giving me a rash." There it was. The bitchiness. "Why don't you go to sleep? I can tell you're tired. We can figure this out in the morning. I'm sorta sleepy too." Sarah plopped down on her bed, and Biff laid down next to her. "Whoa. What are you doing?"
"We always sleep together when I come over," He answered, confused and worried.
"Not when you look like that we don't. I don't wanna sleep with my mom. There's a sleeping bag in my closet, you can find it. Lie down on the floor." With that, he got a kick in the back, knocking him off the bed and setting off all sorts of pain. He groaned as he slowly got up, ignoring the worst of it and walking over to the closet to pull out a sleeping bag. He barely got it unfolded before he fell down onto it, fast asleep.
