You walked back home and saw a forbidding yellow flyer in the mailbox. Uh oh, looks like the school was putting out another gender shaping policy again. Maybe they changed their minds and everyone could go back to what they had before... at least your girlfriend got to try a dick properly.
You read through the notice and gulped. Nope, looks like they were switching everyone to being a girl. It was bound to happen, mandatory girl-shaping was a trend spreading through most cities. Girls were considered better learners and not as distracted and rather than look deeper into why they just decided to make everyone a girl. It was ass-backwards but that's municipal politics.
The flyer made a note that it didn't have the money in its yearly budget to re-introduce penis shaping for every new girl so all the former guys were going to be stuck with vaginas for at least this school year. You groaned, you had hoped to at least keep some part of yourself a little masculine. Your head slumped down as you got back inside and told your Mom.
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Your Mom gave you a big steak and big mound of mashed potatoes. She was a bit of a hippie and thought all this new-fangled tech and gender shaping wasn't good for children's psychological development but she was just one woman against the tide of society.
"Oh honey, it's alright. Listen, I can pick up a few extra shifts this year and put a down-payment for some gender shaping after you graduate." She kissed.
"Aw, thanks Mom, but you work hard enough already. Save the money for Mark." You said, pointing at your little brother.
Your little brother had been forced into girl shaping at your former elementary school. He was young enough and per-pubescent so it was hard to tell that they did anything at all. He kept his hair short either way and still preferred boys' clothes (to the chagrin of the school and his teachers that didn't appreciate the rebellious behavior). He grinned, his front teeth were missing.
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Your Mom fell asleep on the couch and you decided to wash up for her. You called your girlfriend on the phone as you washed up (thank god for wireless headsets).
"Hello?" Your girlfriend's melodious tone answered.
"Hey, did you see the flyer?" You asked, "There's going to be more changes."
"Oh? No I haven't checked the mailbox. What's up?" She asked.
You sigh, "Well, there's going to be girl-shaping tomorrow."
Your girlfriend laughed, "Are you serious?! Why didn't they do it all at once? Well, at least you'll get to keep your dick."
"Nope." You say bitterly, "They're just doing full gender shape. I won't even get to keep my dick."
"Oh..." She said, "Listen, come over tomorrow and let me take care of you. It'll be okay."
"Yeah, thanks." You said, "Love you." And you hung up.
You finished washing up and went to bed. You skipped homework. You were too frustrated.