His voice rose in pitch, as he called out denials.
"No, no, no Maldita sea." He cursed one last time as long black hair cascaded across his face.
He swept it away with a slender feminine hand and saw that he was now a woman in a peasant blouse drinking alone in a saloon/whorehouse.
Her face flushed bright red, when she thought about what people would think of her there. She quickly finished her beer, and fled out the saloon doors.
She caught her reflection in the saloon window as she passed down the main street. The stench was incredible, the horse shit was everywhere, but she was transfixed by her own beauty. Her skin looked darker than he was used to, and his eyes were now a beautiful coffee colour. She thought she looked Mexican, a peasant woman, a campesiña. Her clothes were functional, not having much fancy trimming. Jon was embarrassed to find that he jiggled when he walked. Both his bust and his ass were a constant distraction that he... she wasn't used to.
A walk around the town revealed nothing of interest, there were horses being shoed at the blacksmith, and a general store, the Sheriff's Office. The Saddlery was filled with horses. Mostly nags, however there were a few finer specimens.
Hoping that the pain in the ass Clint, was finished with her/his joke, Jon turned to return to the saloon. Hopefully they could both return to the present and share their experiences, from a safer time and location.
"Hola Carmen." a friendly voice sounded behind her. Jon whirled around at the noise, and found herself face to face with another campesiña.
Her heart beat in panic, and without understanding how she knew this woman, was her sister, Selma.
She took her sister's hand, and walked back to the saloon. She lost confidence the closer it came, and when she stopped and looked through the window, her sister let out a mix of gutter spanish. Finishing with "Es un bordel."
The contempt was clear on her furious, and beautiful face. It was a brothel, and she wasn't going to enter. She held her sister back from entering. Rage overcame Jon/Carmen when she saw Clint wave to her from the balcony. He kissed the whores on either side of him, and waved to Carmen to enter.
Carmen couldn't break her sister's hold, and dragged her in after.
"Esto no es nada divertido. Esta no es una broma." Despite Jon's protests about this not being funny, and no joke, Clint was laughing his ass off.
She advanced menacingly up the stairs, her ass swinging seductively from side to side. Clint happily ogled her heaving breasts as she dragged her sister up behind her.
As they neared the top Clint pulled out the stone, brandishing it like a weapon.
Jon/Carmen stopped where she stood, her sister trying desperately to pull her away from the whores. She trembled in fear, knowing she couldn't stop whatever Clint was going to say.
