Stripped down, I looked much like a young girl, thanks to the female hormones I had been forced to take and the figure changing garments I was forced to wear. To begin with, I had breasts, cute size A+ breasts with formed nipples and nice size areolas. Then the special panties and Janice's handiwork kept my testes inside of me and hidden. Further I had developed some shapely hips and a shapely butt. The binder that I wore day and night had slimmed my waist, slowly pushing in my ribs and reshaping my torso.
I was embarrassed standing there, not from lack of clothing or from the clothing that I was wearing but from the fact that I no longer looked like a guy. I was still at that time emotionally mostly a guy and so I was used to not covering my chest or being seen in jockey shorts or similar, and so it was not that my chest was exposed, but how it looked that was so embarrassing and it was not that I was wearing a panty of sort but that I was so flat that was so embarrassing.