Johns body began to convulse as he fell to the floor. He felt his hair shifting somewhere far away, as the pain and numbness was drowning out almost all sensation.
He couldn't talk and felt his thoughts even being drowned out by a bombardment of images of stylish women's business wear... Of high heels, slacks, pencil skirt. Tidy clean up-dos and buns, perfectly styled and shiny bobcuts, and clean sharp makeup. Pantyhose and thongs and sexy lingerie filled his mind as he tried to remember where he was. He felt his clothing moving when he concentrated.
She was now being flooded by the idea of order and a world of professionals working together. She needed to be presentable and complete her tasks and focus on her mission. She was a hard worker.
John shook his mental head as much as he could. What the hell was happening?
Outside, the convulsing stopped and the energy died down as the professionalizer competed its task and the results were now visible...
