You look at your body in the mirror. The procedure is tomorrow, this is your last day as a boy. After a short subway ride downtown you'll be entirely rid of all you masculine possessions. This might be horrible, but it could be interesting, you've always lived as a boy, there might be some things you miss about being a boy but it's nice to try it out.
Ever since getting that little slip in the mail you knew you knew your manhood was doomed. It had read, "for the sake of gender acceptance the students attending The Brooklyn Academy of the Arts will go through gender alterations of any kind for at least one year." There was more to it but that was enough to know you were doomed.
Not wanting to have anything female on you, you opted for full removal. No gendered body, no genitals. A completely androgynous existence was preferable to anything feminine.
But there's still a lot you're going to miss. You wont be able to jerk off or pee standing up or even be treated like a man. It's going to be hard to say the least. Though mabye there's a bright side, it'll be something new.
If only you went to catholic school like your girlfriend, they don't allow any swapping there.
Well, you still have the day. Better make it count.