As I felt the familiar tingle of change and blacked out, this time I felt an excruciating tightening and stretching of my skin. I began to worry. This can't be right. As it settled down, I still couldn't see. Why was it so dark? More to the point what was that sweaty pong? It was almost unbearable. I had this strange empty but also soft feeling all over. How bizarre. I certainly couldn't move my arms or legs.
Mark exclaimed "oh shit" and I felt hands roughly over me. Suddenly bright lights blinded me as Mark picked up his jockstrap from out of the bundle of knickers, dress and tights on the floor in front of the machine. I did not know by this point that Mark had left his jockstrap on the floor by where I was standing after his own training session.
"Oh shit," Mark exclaimed again.