Mr. Aaronsohn was in one of the toughest professions to be hired as a man--the instruction of small children. He was aware of the suspicion that inevitably attached to him, and was careful to give it no grounds, avoiding physical contact with children nearly completely. Sometimes it was frustrating--not even being able to hug a crying child, but he loved teaching kids and if that's what he had to put up with, that's what he put up with.
His own sex life was virtually non-existent. He was straight, but a lot of women were scared off by his job and the modest degree of sexual attractiveness he had had as a young man had virtually disappeared along with 90% of his libido. He had a few more years of the job he loved to look forward to, and then a lonely retirement.
All of that was interrupted by Jean's wish. The first few minutes after the change he focused entirely on getting the kids to settle down, to the exclusion of taking much notice of his own change. Granted, the new boobs and hair were hard to ignore. Once the kids were sitting reasonably quietly in their seats, he, well, she turned on her phone and tried to see what was going on. Apparently, the changes, all from male to female, were taking place all over the city.
The a stunning Hispanic woman, who Ms. Aaronsohn recognized as the assistant principal Jose Quesada, stuck her head in the door and told her that classes were cancelled the rest of the day and the students's parents would be picking them up. Ms. Aaronsohn mechanically relayed this information to the class, because when she had seen the beautiful woman at the door, the reality of her new body struck her with an overwhelming force.
As did sexual desire, with a force she had not felt since he was a teenager.