Jon tried not to panic and tried to calm Sarah down enough to explain to her that he was just as confused as she was. This took a few minutes, but Jon explained that they should try and think of a rational explanation. (He didn't want to tell her about the rock unless he had to.)
"First off," said Jon. "Do you know who's house this is?"
"No," said Sarah.
"Is that what you wore to bed last night?" Jon asked, pointing at her boxer shorts.
"Fuck no!" said Sarah. "I was wearing... Close to what you're wearing right now... Is that what YOU wore to bed last night, drag queen?"
Jon frowned in anger, even in a moment like this, Sarah still resorted to name calling.
"Well, let's take a look around, maybe we'll find some clues. I haven't seen any signs that anybody else is currently in the house, have you?"
"No." said Sarah.
"Okay, so we should be safe for the time being..."
They split up and as Jon walked around he got the feeling that the house belonged to a young married couple without children. He was about to open a door to see what was behind it, when he heard Sarah scream.
Jon ran in to see what was going on, noticing the odd sensation of his babydoll nightdress flowing around him as a ran... He suddenly realized that although his thong panties should've been uncomfortable, they felt as though they been tailor made for him, they kept his member comfortably concealed inside...
He stopped in his tracks when he reached the living room and saw what Sarah was staring in horror at... above the fireplace was a large framed photograph of a wedding, and the bride and the groom were Jon and Sarah, with Jon wearing a dress and Sarah wearing a tux...
"What the fuck is happening?!" screamed Sarah, although she suddenly realized that although she was still shirtless, she was no longer attempting to cover her breasts, and actually was starting to feel comfortable that way, and wondered why she had ever bothered wearing a bra...
Jon wondered if he should tell Sarah about the rock, or if they should continue the investigation...
