Jon looked at Biff and said "Something...well, not stupid but...not properly thought out. Until last night everything was different...you were different."
"I know," replied Biff, "Remember we used the stone to make me shorter and less butch? God I hated being like that, I always wanted to be a femboi physically."
"That's not what I meant," sighed Jon. He bit his lip, "I don't know if you're going to like this but...sigh...yesterday you weren't like this; yesterday you were a jock - big, muscular, and a bully. You used to pick on me a lot and yesterday...sigh...I snapped. I had the stone and decided to take revenge. You and your friends called me a sissy and beat me up so..."
"You wished that I was a sissy..." finished Biff, welling up again "So you don't love me anymore?"
Jon bit his lip "I'm sorry. Are you mad I messed up your life?"
Biff shook his head "I'm not that guy; I can't even remember being him, just being me. And the me now hates the idea of being like that; in this reality, when we were first thinking of what to wish for you suggested making me a jock so my family wouldn't have rejected me and I refused and even made you wish that you'd never wish that on me; I was scared that if I was a jock I'd lose you, and even if I didn't, I was disgusted by the idea of being like...being like..." he shuddered.
Drying his eyes he continued "I'm sad because the Jon I knew is gone."
Jon crossed the room and sat down beside Biff, placing a comforting arm around him. "He can come back..." offered Jon looking over at the box containing the stone resting on the bedside table. Biff followed his gaze and thought for a second.
