BTTF TG - Outta Place and Outta Time Chapter Three

Wearing her new clothes gave Marty quite an odd feeling. Everything was so flighty, she wasn’t restricted in her dress or blouse, and could move with the grace demanded of her from society at the time. She’d been in her room almost the whole time since returning, staring at herself in the mirror, and trying everything on again. She really did look like her mother, except hers was a body that was a little bit more.. ‘big’. Her bust was heavy, and had been drawing the eye of a lot of males as she’d been driven back to the mansion. She wasn’t a chicken though, she could manage.

Doc’s work on the time vehicle was coming along nicely, cannibalizing the innards of the Energy Transference Lobe was the right decision, although there had been.. a complication. He couldn’t tell Marty yet, but he’d had to dismantle the only machine that could turn her back into a guy. There was no time for experimentation, if they wanted to make sure the Delorean was fully functional, and the flux capacitor sufficiently wired up in time for the rapidly approaching Saturday, sacrifices were going to have to be made, Marty’s gender was unfortunately going to have to be one of them.

The rational for this decision was that once Marty, or Cole, as she’d elected to call herself, was home and dry so to speak, then the Doc would have thirty years to revisit the machine, rejig, and rework. By the time she stepped out of those gull wing doors in 1985, there’d be a solution waiting for her. It was quite the moment when Doc came to this realisation, for once he was the one not thinking fourth dimensionally.

So for the moment, he’d have to keep it all quiet, and focus on prepping the intricate machinery. If all went to plan, there’d be no need for any more adventures. This was going to be quite the challenge, but Doc couldn’t imagine why either of them would need to leave the house now. That is, until Marty walked in.

She looked like a picture out of a magazine, all curls and curves, blushing cheeks and long
legs, visible through her tight dress. If the Doc hadn’t seen her as a relative, he’d have had half a mind to pursue her himself. The thought passed through his mind for a spec of a second, and then never appeared again, Marty was his friend, and he needed to help, not hinder.

The expression she wore didn’t match her flawless clothes, hers was a look of confusion, and disconnection. The Doc had never seen her like this, and sat her down for a second, before enquiring what was concerning her. She held up a picture she was clutching in a hand, he took it. The photograph was unremarkable, save for the lack of washed out colour, typical of the pictures he was used to seeing. What was the problem? Then he saw it, Marty’s brother’s hand was gone!

“Your brother!” Doc fell back, hand covering his mouth. Marty nodded, and sunk down in the chair, something was happening, something had changed. It had to be Marty’s interaction with his parents, there was no other answer, Marty had changed the timeline far more than the Doc had previously imagined. There was something else though, something more shocking. Marty had seen it too.

The confident looking young man staring just past the lens was indistinct from the teen who’d turned up at Doc’s door, screaming something about travelling through time. Only there was one change. He was sporting rouge lipstick.

Doc actually had to scratch his head when pondering this, but Marty was a girl now. She wouldn’t have been a girl when the photograph was taken. Unless there was something he was missing, or it could be an implication of events he was missing entirely. Why would her brother be fading, and yet Marty remain. Only time would tell. Time was the answer, and the cause to all the problems here.

The best course of action the two could decide on, once Marty had faced the fact that no progress into her situation could be made unless she intervened in some way, was for her to work on her father. She should try and manufacture another first meeting between George and Lorraine. Getting her parents together would be a fine start. The mystery of the lipstick on the younger Marty though, that would require more thought. It was intriguing, the way time operated, could it be that ripples could move backwards through timelines? What would be the repercussions of that? The solution was probably far simpler though. As a scientist Doc was fascinated more and more each passing minute. For Marty’s sake though, he held his enthusiasm deep within himself, no sense scaring her.

Her cover for the scheme was for her to be a donation seeker for the coast guard’s youth auxiliary, and to hopefully strike up a rapport with the awkward young man that would be her father. They were both sure Marty would be able to use what she knew about her father to convince him Lorraine Baines was the girl of his dreams.

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George McFly had been blackballed from the diner many times, not by the owner, but by his nemesis, Biff. To Biff, George was a fly to be swatted, to George, Biff was a brute, something to be feared. Instead of skulking around somewhere he’d certainly be beaten up, he’d taken to standing around outside, drinking from a Pepsi by the soda machine. This was where Marty, kitted up mostly in her 1955 threads, barring her sleeveless, red jacket; pounced.

“Howdy there hun,” She spoke, her voice more feminine by the second. George almost jumped out of his skin when he turned to the beautiful brunette who was stood before him. Girls like this never spoke to George, he didn’t care what she wanted, he was hers.

“Hello.” The word dropped out of his mouth in a monotone, and George kicked himself for not coming up with a smooth line or something. He was a writer for God’s sake! He slicked back his hair, as was his nervous quirk, and looked around, trying not to make it obvious he was admiring her chest. Marty didn’t notice though, so she pressed on, holding up a clipboard.

“I’m collecting for the coast guard.” She looked around nervously, talking to her father had never really been easy at the best of times, it was so strange to be speaking to a younger version of him.

“Times are pretty hard at the minute as I’m sure you’re aware, you could say some people have been stranded, we need as much help as we can..”

She feigned a sudden recognition.

“Wait a second.. You’re George McFly!”

George must have shrunk half a foot into his Harrington jacket. This was the way it always went, then the bully would trip him up from behind, or he’d be pantsed, or any number of other terrors would befall him. Not this time, he wasn’t getting tricked this time. There was no reason for such an attractive specimen to know who he was without there being an ulterior motive. He was right, but the motive here wasn’t necessarily malignant.

“George..?” Marty stood and sighed as George backed away, turned, and started walking down the street. Jeez, she hadn’t even been able to say Lorraine’s name, never mind convince him of anything before he’d ran off. This was going to be a lot more difficult than Marty or the Doc had imagined. But if he couldn’t get the two of them to have their first kiss at the exact same time, and the exact same place, who knew what would happen. Dave was fading right now, would Marty suffer the same fate? It didn’t look like it, and was that eye shadow on the photo Marty’s male eyes? She didn’t want to know.

As interesting as it was to be exploring the charms of the opposite sex, Marty was becoming increasingly conscious of how quickly he had become a she. Not physically, but mentally. It wasn’t even much of a chore walking in heels, or feeling the wind between her legs, or the softness of her everything. She was scared she was starting to like it. The plan was falling apart, and with the dance only a few days away, she had to run after him, she had to make sure everything came together the way it was meant to.

She burst forwards, attaining a speed she wouldn’t have thought possible on her heels, but she was gaining on George, he was only a few seconds ahead, by the diner, when a figure exited through the open doorway. Biff. Marty stopped, she was far away enough to be able to conceal herself in an alley entrance. Biff pushed a finger into George’s chest, then he looked down, only to have it flick against his eye. Marty winced as George laughed along with Biff’s taunts, he really was a geek. Marty had far more balls than her father, even though her current biology contradicted this.

The discussion took a turn for the worse, as Biff grabbed George’s collar, lifting him up fully from the ground. It pained Marty to see his father in such dire straits, with his legs flailing in the air. She was loath to talk to Biff again, but if it meant her well-being, then she was just going to have to do something wasn’t she?

“Biff Tannen!” She howled, exiting the alley with a speed and force that could have toppled buildings. She bore right down on the surprised Jock, still holding up George like a lion would a snack. He had no idea what was happening.

“How about you pick on someone your own size?”

Biff reacted to this with a surprised laugh. What was this dame thinking? Messing with dorks was just something he was built to do, besides George hadn’t finished Biff’s homework on time. That meant some kind of retribution was coming. Who was this chick to tell him.. He realised who the sensual voice and smoking body belonged to, and dropped George down, though still holding him by the collar.

“Well lookee what we have here?” Biff laughed, and let removed one hand to fix his hair. “Cole Klein, back for more?”

Marty felt herself almost heave with disgust, but maintained her gruff exterior and maintained an angry eye contact. Since no answer was forthcoming, Biff elected to push his new adversary.

“Oh yeah? Well maybe George here has an answer.” Biff brought down his free hand onto George McFly’s face, bruising the skin immediately. The captive George howled in pain. Marty almost felt it herself. Panic started to flood through her. It couldn’t happen like this. George had to be at the dance, George had to kiss Lorraine.

“Stop!” Marty heaved herself into Biff, causing him to drop George onto the ground, he lay still, he wasn’t going anywhere. Biff turned, with a jerky smile, and stared Cole in the face once again.

“So Cole baby, when am I seeing you next?” He was asking her out?! Right now? In the middle of a physical altercation? This guy was either really stupid or really arrogant. Marty laughed a little to herself when she realised he was both.

“That’s funny to you is it?” Biff didn’t take to rejection well, and knowing that Marty had an apparent sweet spot for the nerd holding himself on the ground, he kicked George right in the back. The sound wasn’t pretty, there was a heavy thump, and then a cry of pain.

“Biff! Please!” Marty sighed and looked down at the ground, another sacrifice.

“You know, I’ve still not got a date for the Fish under the sea dance,” Biff leered. He paused for a second, forgetting what his point was, but he found it soon enough, his face taking on a churlish determined quality that filled Marty with disgust, but she couldn’t help notice a numb feeling in her lower abdomen, and a twinge of feeling.

“You’re my date, this little minnow gets to swim another day."

Marty’s heart was thumping like a big bass drum as she froze still. That was on Saturday night. If she went to the dance, how would she get back to the future? She’d have to..

She’d clearly waited too long, and the foot came back down, George whimpering in pain. She’d have to formulate a plan with Doc, but her father’s wellbeing was of the utmost importance right now. She couldn’t believe she was about to say it but, the words found their way out anyway. She looked up into the towering brutes eyes, and agreed, downtrodden:

“Alright Biff.. Alright. I’ll go.”