Jon found himself looking out a window. It was dark outside. A cloudless night... he was definately somewhere else. But where? The buildings were strange. Old timber things like at Disneyland or something. There was a channel in front of them. Like Venice ... but not. In front of the window were a bunch of guys, looking at him. Somewhere outside a pink neon light flashed. Jon felt confused... there was something hanging from his head. Long ... hair?
"Ach, mein god!" John said looking down. He was wearing skimpy negligee... and his body was most definately not his own. The material hugged to his chest, clearly outlining the shape of two large perky breasts. Further down was a translucent g-string, and it was abundantly clear that this body had never once possessed a penis. "Eine Damen! Das ist Nicht Good! Sheizer. Deutche?" John realised that he could no longer speak English. He was speaking... dutch. Really bad Dutch. He was in Amsterdams red light district. On display. A prostitute.
