Jon rolled over he was sore and tired still, as if he had actually spent the night here on this dirty floor.
That was when shock hit him, he wasn't wearing what he had gone to bed in... nor anything he owned at all... he was wearing a teeny weeny grey t-shirt that cut off well above his belly button, a lacy green bra around his waist and hooked over one shoulder as if he had tried to take if off while he fell asleep, a super short mini skirt black and a thong, a thong so skimpy it didnt even try to hide his erection which was prominently poking a tent in the skirt.
he was dressed like what he imagined a college slut would dress like at a frat party.
Just then a girl came walking over to him, "C'mon B put your bra back on and get up, I've got your shoes," she said holding up a pair of 4 inch black stilletos "we've got class in and hour and a half and need to go back to the dorm and change."
Jon got on his feet, and stumbled a little, then followed her outside as she helped readjust his bra, She seemed to completely ignore his tented skirt, as if she hadnt even seen it... Jon couldn't seem to find the stone so the only thing he could do was follow this girl.... and try to figure out his name in whatever reality he had created.
