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, Jon stumbled around for a second, his proportions all off.
When he finally got focused, he looked around. 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.
He went to the mirror over the dresser. There was a female version of him in the mirror. She was attractive, like an older version of Zoe, except not Goth and better endowed. Jon couldn't figure out what stereotype she was supposed to be, or why. She could be a ditz, a slut, or girly...or something else the nurse hadn't told her about.
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..."
