Jon nodded slowly, close to tears. "How ol-" He began, but was interrupted by a man coming in and giving Jon a shot in his arm without preamble. His words came out slurred as he tried again, and he was distantly aware that he was falling over before everything went black.
When he woke up, everything was blurry. Jon got up, stumbling about and fumbling, his proportions all off. He squinted...why was everything so blurry?
Finally, after several moments, he spotted a large yellow note next to the bed in giant letters: PUT THESE ON. He reached out, and found a pair of glasses. Frowning, Jon put them on, and suddenly the world came back into focus.
It was his bedroom. But it had been emptied. All of his stuff was gone. The room only had the bed, nightstand with alarm clock, dresser, and desk. On the other side of the bed was some sort of machine with headphones and a set of goggles on it, big enough to fit over his glasses.
He went to the mirror over the dresser. There was a female version of him in the mirror. She was short, skinny...not unattractive, but not hardly a beauty queen. Jon couldn't figure out what stereotype she was supposed to be, or why.
Going back over to the bed, she put on the goggles and the earphones, curious about the machine which was the only thing in her bedroom. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she flicked the power switch on it.
"Hypnotron 3.0 Engaging..."
