Entering the room, she instructed Jon to take off his clothes and leave them in the box, then to exit through the door on the far side of the room.
"So I just-" began Jon, but the girl had already left the room the way they'd come in, and was locking the door behind her.
"Well, too late to back out now" Jon sighed, slipping his shoes off, placing them into the box.
Having stripped off, Jon realised how cold the room actually was, almost uncomfortable. Doing his best to cover his manhood, he shuffled to the far door, quickly slipping through.
He was greeted by a circular white room, with a white chair in the middle, similar to one you'd find in a dentist's office. A male voice came over a speaker, "Would you please take a seat, Mr Gibson".
Climbing into the seat, Jon almost leaped back out, it was cold and uncomfortable.
"Thank you." the voice came again, "We'll begin the procedure shortly."
Growing increasingly uncomfortable, Jon became acutely aware that he was alone in this room, and there was no hospital equipment in sight. But before he could protest, there was a bright white flash.
"What the hell" mumbled Jon, suddenly feeling a strong wave of drowsiness wash over him. And before he knew it, he was out cold.
Gradually Jon felt a warmth around him, and the softness of cloth underneath him. Opening his eyes, he saw he was in a different room, boring ceiling, sky blue walls. Turning his attention toward himself, he was in a bed with white sheets, covering his body.
There were no windows, there was a door marked 'exit' and another marked' bathroom, and on the wall opposite the bed was a sign that read: "Feel free to explore your new you, then please meet us outside the door."
