The guys moved into advanced male studies with an emphasis on physical education as they learned to use their new muscles effectively. Moving through the world as the men they now were was different than it was for the women they had been, and it affected every aspect of their lives.
Except one, Jack thought. These damn tits. Nothing he did seemed to shrink them. Every time he took off his binder they sprang back to life, as perky and annoying as ever. The ironic thing was that Bill and Mike, his closest friends in the program, were seeing their breasts steadily melt away and they didn't even care that much! He knew that for both of them, it was all about the cock, whereas Jack wasn't even sure if he wanted a penis in the first place. If he could get rid of tits and periods, he might stop right there, either with a female identity, a male one, or a neuter one--neuters were a marginalized but growing minority. And he still wasn't sure if he wanted sex with men or women, although that was more a matter of identity than actual sexual options--bisexuality was widely accepted. The customized porn that appeared on his digital sometimes featured muscular men and neuters going at it, and sometimes straight and lesbian women's porn, so that wasn't helping either.
Finally the longed-for day arrived. Breast removal was a simple outpatient procedure (and breast replacement not much more complicated, for those that changed their minds) but Jack woke up early anyway. He wanted to be first in line. On consideration, he decided to omit the binder. Why go through another morning of discomfort when soon it would end forever? Why not let the bitches enjoy freedom on the last day of their lives?
About ten minutes later, Mike and Bill showed up. Mike burst out laughing. "I was just telling Bill you'd be first in line!"
After a half an hour under a local anesthetic, Jack felt freer than he ever had in his life. The weight he had been carrying around since puberty had been lifted forever. The woman doctor had told him that with the breasts gone, he could expect a thick growth of chest hair, which made him even happier. He decided to stop worrying about the penis thing and just enjoy himself for the next few months.
"Beers!" shouted Mike, as flat-chested as Jack now was.