I feel different, too. I'd pinched myself directly on the cheek, but there was no stubble. My body felt thinner, too. I was average weight before, but now I feel… almost weak. Also, I don't feel hungover before, in fact, I feel like I've never drunk a beer in my life. This is weird. How did I get here?
I searched the area quickly and impatiently, scanning for any signs of where I could be or how I got here. This place… looks so old. The buildings all look like they're from the middle-ages, or maybe the Tudor period of England...?
There's a large road surrounded by buildings held up with wooden beams. The road was where I was, and theres plenty of people populating it. The buildings also looked admittedly quite new. Maybe old wasn't the right word to describe this place, more like outdated?
Anyways, its time to find out where I am. I approached a nice looking old lady and tapped her on the shoulder.
"Excuse me miss, sorry to bother you, but would you mind telling me where I am?"I put on a strained smile, but I don't know if she can tell or not.
She turned around, and had the warmest smile you could imagine. It made me actually forget about the sutuation I was in for half a second, though. As she opened her mouth, I wondered what she was going to say. "Öffgülhatōñé, uumnsætra?"
"H-huh..?" oh… I think I lost my composure then. Well, maybe I can use google translate to see what language she's speaking. I don't know how, but I think I've been teleported.
I reached for my pocket to realise my clothes were different too.
I sprinted away from the old lady, over to the nearest window to see my reflection. I felt bad about running away from her, but this is more important at the moment. I reached the window and looked at my reflection. I was a completely different man.