John opened his eyes. He was staring at the bottom of a bunk bed. He looked to one side and saw a concrete block wall and to the other side and black steel bars. He sat up abruptly. His body had changed. He was no longer fat, but his muscled body was wearing an orange jumpsuit. What had his father done now? He had expected to wake up in his own body, but thought he might wake up in someone else's, but he didn't expect to wake up in someone else's body in some else's bed - let alone in the body of an inmate inside a prison. His head bumped the bed above him.
A fist waved over the side of the upper bunk.
"Keep still down there!" growled his bunkmate.
"Yeah, sorry. Having a nightmare," he muttered.
"Yeah, aren't we all. Now go back to sleep. We'll have to get up soon enough," muttered the gruff voice before it began snoring.
John looked around for a mirror, but there wasn't any. He'd have to wait until they let him go to the bathroom to see his new reflection. But he was still curious, so he undid the jumpsuit to check out his chest. His arms were hairy, so he expected his chest to be too, but it was smooth, and heavily tattooed. He swallowed. He could see stubble, apparently this guy shaved his chest. He lifted the waistband on his pants and his eyes widened. At least the guy was well-equipped. He had never seen at tattooed penis before, and he didn't know prisoners were allowed to wear jewelry in stir. He wondered whether it was just part of a cock ring, or maybe a piercing. There weren't any pubic hairs either. The hair on his arms though was salt and pepper, so the guy was probably a lot older than John should be. John looked around, and wondered if anyone was watching him. He wondered what his new cock would look like hard. He couldn't jack off though with a guy sleeping right above him, and a couple guys at least in the cells across from him.