Jack came to again, but didn't open his eyes. He remembered it all now. The strange canteen, the woman at the desk, his unfortunate choices having failed to read the instructions.
Now his worst fears had come to light. He had been pushed into the next life before having a chance to let anyone know that he'd made a mistake. He lay quietly on his back staring at the inside of his eyelids, all too aware of the strange, unfamiliar sensations he was getting from his body.
Eventually, realizing he would have to make a move if he was going to sort this mess out, he opened his eyes and stared around the room he was in.
It was a simple room, looking something like a private room in a hospital: white walls, a single mirror and a dressing table with a chest of drawers.
Time to take the plunge, thought Jack, and in one smooth motion, got out of bed and went over to the mirror before he had a chance to change his mind.
The girl in the mirror was naked, but oddly, the first thing that struck Jack was her height. He'd been over 6' before he died and now he was a foot shorter than that. Working down, Jack pushed his ridiculously long auburn hair out of his face to get a better look. The hair was thick and had a slight wave to it, but fell well past his waist and there was simply far too much of it to control.
There was another thing that there was far too much of. The two breasts on Jack's chest were easily the biggest he had seen short of the odd silicone enhanced stripper. They were obviously natural, but were nonetheless very full and did a fair job of blocking his downward view.
The rest of the body was curvy, but slim, and generally nicely proportioned.
Jack peered at his face. The green eyes in the mirror peered back curiously. He didn't recognize any hint of his former self in the face. She was pretty and looked intelligent.
Jack was surprised to find that despite the rather excessive chest and hair, the girl in the mirror didn't really stand out as an overly sexual object. He found her attractive, of that there was no doubt, but she struck him as more of a girl-next-door type than anything else.
Realizing that wanting to date yourself was probably not good for a person's mental state, Jack turned away from the mirror and went to look for something to wear in the dressing table. The sooner he sorted this out the better.
As he walked across the room, he idly wondered what had happened to Mark and Jill. Had they bothered to read the instructions first?
