Jon shook his head, trying to clear it. He was no longer in his room: in fact, he wasn't in a building at all. As far as Jon could tell, he was in the middle of a forest! Looking down, Jon saw a pair of leather boots, dirty jeans, and a dark flannel shirt. He was clearly male, and based on the body, Jon guessed he was older than he had been, possibly as old as 40 or 50. It was hard to tell without seeing his face. The good news was that he appeared to be in reasonable shape: he was actually taller than he had been and guessed he now stood 6' 2" and weighed around 200 lbs. Just then, Jon heard a scream behind him. Turning, Jon saw a small tent and a campsite set up. Based on the lack of a vehicle and the two backpacks leaning against the tree, Jon guessed that he was probably a backpacker and pretty deep into the woods. As he surveyed the camp, Jon saw the tent shaking as the person who had screamed tried to get out. In a few moments, a woman stood in front of him groping herself and screaming, "Oh my God, I've got fucking tits! I'm a fucking woman!"
"Who are you?" Jon asked the woman, sizing her up. She stood about 5' 4" Jon guessed, and weighed maybe 120 lbs. It was clear that she, like him, was in pretty good shape. It was also obvious that she'd gone a few days without bothering with her appearance: no makeup, and her tan hair looked dirty and unkempt. She wore a similar outfit to Jon: the main difference was that her shirt was more of a fleece jacket that was clearly made for a woman's body.
Hearing Jon's question, the woman looked up, realizing for the first time that she was in the middle of nowhere with a strange man. The two strangers stared at each other before either spoke.
