When Jon finally woke up, his eyes went wide, realizing that something was definitely different, because there was hair blocking his vision....he reached up, grasping long hairs. The hand grasping it was more delicate than he remembered and smooth. He jumped to his feet...everything feeling out of proportion, like he was wearing an ill fitting suit.
Looking down, he saw a nightgown, and...breasts. He cursed, hearing a female voice...unsurprisingly, coming out of female vocal chord. A quick examination confirmed what sort of equipment he...or rather she had now. At least it appeared to be in good condition. Jon needed to figure things out. Oddly enough, she didn't feel panic. As she looked at her arm, she knew it wasn't supposed to be this way, but...part of her just said it was her arm.
=What do I do now?= She thought.
