Jon shook his head. The pink mist had left him feeling disoriented and the ground had come up awfully fast. He had just barely managed to catch himself. The mist was still in his mouth however, and he could feel it flowing in his throat. He coughed several times, trying to expell it as he stood.
"Man, that's better," he managed to get it out. His voice, however, was not what came out. Instead he heard a very feminine voice escaping his lips, "What the hell?" he continued. The voice was still feminnine.
"Dammit!" he realized, "this gas seems to make things feminine! Between boobs and voice...I gotta think of something." he began to pace.
First things first, he realized, he had to get out of his room. It was too confined and the gas had nowhere to escape to. If he got outside then at least the gas would have somewhere to disipate. Not only that, but it would, likely, be diluted in effect.
He grabbed his jacket and headed down the stairs...
