“Sarah honey! Are you ok?” Sarah’s mother (Susan) asked through the door. Obviously, Sarah’s scream had been heard by her parents. Taking her eyes off the nearly shaved hairstyle that she was currently sporting, Sarah quickly looked around the room for something to cover up her exposed breasts.
She grimaced. This room was a pigsty. If this was Biff’s room, and everything seemed to confirm that it was, then that would explain it. How many times had Sarah nagged Biff to clean up his room every time that she went over? She eventually found a plain white t-shirt on the floor that she held up to her chest and went over to the door.
To her surprise, her mother was standing at the door with a worried look on her face but that wasn’t what surprised her. No, it was the fact that Sarah’s mother was wearing what she normally wore. She hadn’t been changed, only Sarah.
“What’s wrong?” Susan asked as her daughter stared at her with her mouth open. “I heard you scream.”
“Of course I screamed.” Sarah replied. “I look like a guy!”
