"Good morning Susan," a bright feminine voice said.
"Who..." Susan started to ask but stopped in shock at the sound of his voice. It was not his. The voice he heard was high and softly feminine. It was even higher that the woman's who had just greeted him.
"That's right, your voice is different. You will get used to it. I know it must be disconcerting for you."
"Who are you?" Susan ventured, taken aback at the highly pitched sounds issuing from is throat.
"I'm Virginia, and I will be one of your trainers for the next few weeks. I know you will probably be embarrassed about me seeing you nude. That is something else you must get used to. Your whole outlook on modesty must change. It is now OK for us girls to see you naked. You will have to learn to be modest around men. So please get up. Let's meet the new you," Virginia encouraged.
With considerable reluctance, Susan slowly got up and off the bed. For a moment he thought of wrapping a blanket around his body. Then he remembered that he was also quite curious about what he looked like. However, instinct took over and without thinking, his hands moved to cover his male sex. As they did, his arms bumped the sides of his new breasts, sending quivering quakes of sensation across his feminized chest.