“If you’re a mommy in some doubt, turn his weenie inside out!” was the helpful rhyme that now echoed inside of Samantha Jacobson’s head as she perused college brochures. She was long past graduated herself, but her son Josh was fresh out of high school now and in need of some higher education so their mailbox had been stuffed with brochures and pamphlets for weeks now.
In older times this would be the choice of the student, but things had changed and besides, she was paying for it!
Naturally, the issue of gender shaping was of great importance to most so that particular answer was provided very often on the cover of most of the literature she now perused.
Josh had made his preference to keep his masculinity fully intact extremely clear to his mother repeatedly over the last few weeks to the point she’d finally told him that it was her choice and bothering her wouldn’t help his case.
Truth was was that Samantha considered herself a trendy mother and, unfortunately for Josh, the current trend was “raise them as boys, finish them as women.” Gender as related to genitalia was defined a bit differently these days though, so it was possible Josh would retain his beloved penis while still technically becoming her daughter.... but the college that made the best case for itself would determine that.
Biology working how it did, males simply weren’t important anymore with gender shaping tech available, hence the helpful rhyme she’d heard from others who had gone through the dilemma of if to make your son into a daughter. Yes, a daughter could get pregnant with a child, but a son could make a dozen different bellies swell before he was stopped. In some areas, leaving a boy as a boy was even considered something close to a luxury.
Thinking like this was why involuntary M2F shapings were more common than F2M ones. Granted that number was a bit skewed by prison policy, but still.
Some argued the choice to reshape a child didn’t need to be made, that nature had made them as they should be. But this was old fashioned and, besides that, parents made innumerable health choices for their children anyway, this was no different even if it was the last one usually.
Speaking of old fashioned, some schools had no gender shape requirements whatsoever, promoting themselves as being like the mixed gender colleges of times past. These brochures had gone straight into the trash.
Next were the colleges that made all students sexless. These she didn’t trash but put aside for now. Samantha did want grandchildren after all and that would hamper that goal since reverting gender shaping was such a huge hassle.
Then the so called “cock colleges”, ones where everyone had a penis and testicles flapping about, but wether or not you retained or were given a masculine or feminine body to go with it was up to the standards of the school. She kept these close.
Finally, “pussy colleges”. The same as cock colleges but with the opposite standards for genitalia.
Of particular interest to her was each college’s RR (Retention Rating) number. Simply put, how likely were students to keep their new forms after graduation?
Of less interest were the racial requirements imposed by particular schools. Samantha didn’t mind the idea of Josh becoming, say, a latina at all, it just didn’t matter much to her anyway.
What to choose? What to choose?
Samantha’s hand went and plucked a brochure up for a....