"Alright, here we are!" said Mr. Amin Bolton cheerfully. The 32-year-old chemistry teacher was 6'0'' tall and of average build, maintained through regular hiking and biking. He had tanned brown skin, brown eyes, and thin, balding black hair that he usually kept under a hat. "Everyone here is over 18, so we have free reign of the facilities. Doesn't this look interesting?"
"I guess", mumbled Franklin Coffey, putting his bags down. The pale, chubby young man was 5'7'', with mousy brown hair and green eyes hidden behind thick glasses. He was wearing a Warhammer shirt and cargo shorts. Unlike his teacher, he was quite out of shape, a bit of his belly poking out under his shirt and already out of breath after having walked across the hallway. "Why are we here again?"
"To try it out, of course. If you don't like it, we can always switch to another wing".
"I guess", repeated Franklin.
Mr. Bolton sighed. Franklin was intelligent and had great promise, and was also a genuinely fun person to be around when he felt safe. But his weight and general shyness had been holding him back socially. Some of the other teachers had suggested that experiencing life from the other side might help him feel better, and Mr. Bolton had volunteered to aid with that. Not that he would admit that he secretly wanted to try it out himself too.
"There's different ways we can do this", said Mr. Bolton, looking through the cabinets in the room as Franklin started unpacking listlessly. "Why don't we try something out? Want to go first? Or should I?"
Franklin blushed, starting to realize that this was actually happening. He hadn't admitted it to anyone, but the thought of being a girl was strangely fascinating to him. "Um..."