She could barely feel her body as it moved, as someone pulled her to her feet and somehow, she found herself being shown into some living quarters and...she simply dropped on the bed and sat with her hands in her lap. She would have said she felt numb, but that would mean she could acknowledge what wasn’t there, instead, she simply felt blank, a space in the universe that was unoccupied. She hadn’t even known him that well. It wasn’t as if they had committed to anything, she was just a crew. What she got was a complete surprise.He hit her in the belly with his fist. It was a harder blow than she had ever felt. She hadn't known that pain could come so suddenly and so strongly. Julie doubled over her hands, and stepped back. Pete tossed the rifle to the small bed and grabbed Julie by the hair. He pulled her upright and punched her in the face. He didn't hit her as hard this time, probably because he didn't want to damage her face. Still, it was painful. Julie let out a little yelp. They no longer had hair. Their hands, arms, legs, and feet were covered. Their pubic areas were covered but had a flap over the two areas. (Hey, you know what I am talking about!)The breasts on both of them were very, very large. They both tried to figure out what had happened, and called the front desk and then the hospital.You can imagine the shock of the hotel staff when they saw both of them; exactly identical, done up in latex bondage wear.The hospital tried to cut the stuff off them. . "Non. I intend to take ze riches for mah'self! I don't want the, er, scraps you leave behind, no?"His eyes narrowed."That's too bad, sugar. You look like the kinda fella who would enjoy having my sloppy seconds!"She taunted him."Vat do you mean, sloppy seconds?"He gasped."Wait a cotton-pickin' minute here! ...That accent... Your skin... My, if'n I'm not mistaken, you must be The Frenchman?!"Annie's eyes lit up."Oui, mon cher. It is I." Well cover ma grits in gravy and lick it up, it is my lucky.