Go outside to look around

This was all so very surreal... It couldn't be happening for real right? But then where did the phone come from? and the woman he talked to? This seemed much too elaborate to be some kind of scheme or prank. And anyway, why would anyone try to prank him in this way? Well, it can't hurt to go outside and have a look around right? It should be easy enough to find out if he was living on a tropical island now at the very least.

John put on a plain black T-shirt and a pair of jeans that for all he knew have never really been in style even at the time he bought them a few years ago. Most of his outfits were just as forgettable as himself. Neither ugly nor good-looking, just someone you walk by on the street and forget about them half a second later. That has always been one of his problems he supposed. But old habits die hard, and once again he left his apartment in this same way. Stepping out in the hallway he saw, well the hallway in front of his apartment. He didn't know what he expected. Even if all of this was true, the woman said the entire building was moved, however, the hell that is supposed to work. The first change that he saw was, that the elevator that had been broken for years seemed to be working now. Or someone had just taken down the 'out of order' sign. He pushed the button and it actually did make a variety of mechanical noises, seemingly working now. But someone could have just as easily fixed this elevator, it didn't mean anything. He had been complaining to his landlord about it for years.

Sometime later, the doors slid open. The smallish elevator cabin was not empty. A woman stood inside, looking up at him as the doors opened. He knew her. Or well, he had seen her before might be a better way to put it. She was a blonde in her late twenties, maybe early 30s, slim figure, dressed in a white tank top and some greyish black skirt, ending just above her knees.

She gave him a short friendly smile and looked back down at the phone she was holding. What was her name again? John wasn't sure, he had heard it before.. was it Sarah? Stacy something like that... he stepped inside and pressed the button for the ground floor. It was not much room in the cabin with two people. Not so close they would have to touch each other, but not that far away from it either. A second later she looked up again, put down her phone and said "Oh hey, you must be the new guy, right? Sorry I was caught up in my phone again as always haha" she gave a short musical laugh. "Oh erm.. yes, yes I suppose I am" John said. he was not used to being treated so friendly. Most people in his old building didn't really care a single bit when he moved in. Well, they are actually the same people right? This was so weird... She smiled and said "I am Samantha, but most people just call me Sam for short." she held out her hand and looked at him, expectingly "Oh I am John, nice to meet you" John said, taking her hand. Her fingers were so soft and smooth. He noticed that his eyes were drawn to her chest now. She didn't have especially large breasts. maybe a B, at most Ccups. And her sweatshirt wasn't especially low cut or anything. But for some reason, he couldn't stop looking. Maybe it was because she was the first woman he saw after this whole free use thing was sprung on him. Not that he believed in it. But then again, so many things were different now... He **** himself to look back up, expecting her to frown at him as if he was some kind of perv. But she didn't. She didn't seem to be reacting to this in any way. Did she not notice? He felt he should say something. Anything.

"So, as you just said, yes I am the new guy. Just moved in yesterday" he invented."Ah that must have been a lot of work. I just hate moving you know. its always so stressful. Did you at least find someone to relax afterward?" she asked with a grin "erm..." what was she talking about? John thought and it dawned on him. Noo.. surely not, right? was she really talking about...