Biff Knows He's Being Changed

"Am I your type now?" Biff asked, turning away from the closet. He was now fully dressed in a fishnet shirt, a long black leather skirt, and black boots. A spiked collar was around his neck, as well. "What do you mean by 'now'?" Zoe asked. "Now that I have green hair," he said. Zoe was confused. "You know that I gave you that?" "Of course." "And you're okay with it?" she asked. "I mean, you're okay with all of it? Being a Goth and everything?" Now way would someone like Biff Meadows actually *like* being a Goth. He walked towards her and smiled. "Of course, I do. You can make me into anything you want." "Really?" He nodded. "Then ..."