...he's naked in an opulent bedroom.

The first thing John noticed were the sheets. He'd never felt anything so soft against his skin. So smooth... and then he realized that his skin had never been this soft or smooth either.

John sat up abruptly, and the painful sway of his large breasts put to bed any hope that his transformation had been a dream. He clutched at his chest and gasped when he realized he was completely, absolutely naked.

Where was he? And where was that witch, Petra? John scrambled off the bed, his eyes scanning the room wildly. It was like something from a palace in a period drama, all satin and gold, dripping with opulence.

And then he saw...