You remember touring the school and realizing something was off. People would openly talk about sexual things, boys and girls would rub eachother in weird ways, everyone seemed so open. You finally realized what was up when you saw under one of the girl's skirts, she didn't have anything between her legs. Everyone was open about sex because none of them had the parts to do it.
You'd heard about places like this before. It would be hard to change genitals, much less live without them. You liked masturbation and sex enough to know how bad it would be to lose them. The school said it made things better, "genitals are a distraction" "its esier for children to avoid sexual misconduct" and "things are more convenient when there's no anatomical difference between the sexes" it still didn't seem worth it.
But eventually it was up to your parents. It's one of the best schools in the city, and your parents seemed to not care if you're stuck without genitals.
You're waiting at the clinic. There's kids next to you, all about to face similar losses. But you probably have it the worst.
Someone taps you on the shoulder, "if you want to use your anatomy one last time before saying goodbye to it. We have female and male bathrooms over there. If not you should just come on in."