"Doctor?" the woman dressed as a nurse said.
The man in the lab coat stared at the partially operated-on man lying before him. He was always queasy around blood, so seeing all of the man's body parts in full unobstructed view was causing him to get sick to his stomach. How had Roger gotten here? One moment, he was fixing some woman's leaky faucet (it was his first job that morning), and then the next, he was standing over this body, holding a scalpel in his gloved hand.
"Doctor? What do we do? I don't know what to do," the apparent nurse panicked.
Roger slowly turned towards the nurse. "I'm ... I'm a plumber. Not a doctor."
"Stand aside!" an older man yelled, pushing Roger and the nurse away. The other nurses had already fainted at the sight of the body. The older man didn't look like a doctor, as he was dressed in custodian clothes, but he seemed to know more about medicine and surgery than Roger did. And in no time at all, he sewed the body up without any trouble at all.
"What the hell am I doing?" Gregory asked himself. One moment, he was driving to work in his expensive car, wearing his expensive suit and tie and Rolex, and then the next, he was sifting through a trash-filled dumpster, dressed in worn and ripped clothing. He looked like some kind of homeless man. What had happened?
He pulled his hands out of the dumpster and walked backwards into a shopping cart. He turned around and saw that it the type that homeless people pushed around. This one had numerous pieces of trash collected within it. Hanging off the side of the cart was a necklace he recognized. A childhood friend gave him that necklace as a present when he was a kid. Was this his cart?
Mary looked around with wide eyes full of disgust. One moment, she was at the Catholic church downtown dressed in her full nun outfit, and then after a brief dizzy spell, she found herself dressed only in a red bra, lying in a bed. The room was erotically decorated, which was the type of place Mary wouldn't be caught dead in.
Suddenly, she felt something between her legs. For the first time, she looked down and saw that a man had his manhood inside of her. Someone was raping her!
The man looked shocked at what he was doing and pulled back away from her. "What ... what's going on?"
Mary's glared at him and shouted "Sinner!"
The man tried to cover himself up, obviously embarrassed by these turn of events, then said "Then what does that make you, you whore?" Then he grabbed what he assumed were his clothes and left the room.
"Whore?" Mary uttered, as she got off of the bed and approached the full-length mirror in the room. Her jaw nearly dropped to the floor at the sight of herself. Gone was the conservative homely woman she was before. That guy was right. She did look like a whore. But how could this have happened?
