<em>All look like sexy bitches?</em>Valdred found Jessica's turn of phrase to be curious.  Did she not notice him sitting with them?  He gave a small cough, this time one meant to draw attention to himself.  "Jessica, I'm sure that..." He gave another cough, this time to properly clear his throat.  His voice was sounding odd, higher in pitch than normal.  "...I'll try not to take it personally but there is one man here with you...does my voice sound off to you?"<br/><br/>Valdred raised a hand to his throat and felt long nails scratch at his skin.  He pulled the hand away and looked at it.  His hand didn't look like his hand.  It was thinner, more delicate looking and had long painted nails.  The other hand matched.  That was strange.  His gaze followed his bare arm from the hand to shoulder.  Where was the armor that he had been wearing?  It should cover his arms, and his shoulders and chest.  Looking down at his chest, Valdred couldn't help but notice the new contours and shapes that were being pressed up by the tight corset.<br/><br/>The former male stared for a long moment at his chest, before slowly raising a hand to touch the breasts that now resided there.  They were real.  He had real breasts.  But how?  Delicate fingers began to explore the rest of his body, taking in the slim waist and wider hips.  His legs were clad in some thin green material and he was wearing a skirt made from leaves.  The whole outfit looked like something that the other women in the group were wearing.<br/><br/>Panic was starting to rise up in the transformed man.  He struggled to his feet but not being used to high heels caused him to comically flail about trying to gain purchase.<br/><br/>"What is going on?!" He, or rather she, said quickly.  "Why do we look like this?!"<br/><br/>