Back to your apartment

You relax back on the bench for a moment, collecting your scattered thoughts in the afterglow of blowing your load. For now it might be smart to head home and get your bearings before figuring out what to do next. Judging by the ribbing Charles gave you about your living situation earlier, your apartment and other personal details should be the same as they were before—spartan, but adequate. Come to think of it, how did you even get here? The last thing you remember before waking up in that otherworldly warehouse is falling asleep as normal in your bed last night. Or was it even last night? You check the date on your phone—yes, the last night you recall was a Friday and it's now Saturday, and the dates match up as well, so you didn't lose any significant amount of time. There aren't any keys in your pocket, so you didn't drive here. Shit, I hope my car is where I left it, you think. You do have your wallet, so at least you'll be able to catch a bus.

You head towards the front of the mall where the nearest bus stop is. On the way, you realize that you're noticing far more public sex now than you did at first, now that you truly, viscerally know to expect it. It's amazing to you how strong your internal 'weirdness filter' was earlier—because of how casually everyone else treats the sex, it's oddly easy to not notice it taking place, even when it's very obvious. As you pass by one store, you see a customer bend the cashier over the counter and mount her, thrusting forcefully into her ass while she checks out the next person in line. In your world that would generate more than a little commotion, but here everyone just takes it in stride. Some deep reflexive part of your mind keeps trying to reject the sight as obviously flawed data. Ignore that, says your internal fact-checker, it can't possibly be real. Just a daydream that got loose. Just some static in the wires.

But it's real. One woman walking a few yards ahead of you starts wetting her form-fitting jeans, but otherwise continues on with what she was doing. A trail of piss follows on the ground beneath her as she walks along window shopping. As you approach the sidewalk outside the front gate, you pass by another young woman who's just arriving, wearing a pair of tall chunky heels and a purse... and nothing else whatsoever. Her big tits bounce rhythmically as she walks, unhindered by any stitch of clothing. She makes it maybe ten feet inside the gate before a man pulls her down and shoves his cock into her mouth.

The bus arrives only a minute or two after you do, and you get on and take a seat. There aren't many other people on it at this time of day. It takes about twenty minutes to reach your apartment building. You get off and check, first of all, the parking lot. Your car is still there, dents and rust and all, right where you parked it yesterday, and you breathe a sigh of relief. It's not much, but it's one of the few things that's yours free and clear. Your parents still cover the rent for your apartment, but you bought the car yourself with money from doing freelance programming work during college. That's still how you're paying your other expenses, too; it's not the most consistently reliable source of income, but it's flexible and you can set your own schedule.

Like the mall, your apartment building is constructed differently here than the way you remember it. Instead of a hallway with apartment units along either side, it's now two separate structures with an open-air walkway and stairs between them. You climb the stairs up to your floor and grab your spare key from its hiding place near your door. You turn to let yourself in, but pause when you notice several boxes on the floor outside the apartment across the hall. The way your building is laid out, there are three small units on your side of the hall and two larger ones on the opposite side. The one across the hall from you used to house a young couple with a baby, but they'd been talking about moving recently and you're not too surprised to see that it's finally happened.

The prospect of meeting a new neighbor has some appealing possibilities in this new world of yours. This could be interesting, you think, and you walk across the hall and ring the doorbell.