As you stumble out of the gym with the other male students, wobbling with each step, you wonder how the motion to change the male students was approved and implemented so quickly. Surely the added expense would cut into their intended savings, right? More likely, those supposed budget concerns were just an excuse to assuage parents and students, and the school administration had intended to do this regardless.
Not that any of that really matters to you. You're just trying not to think about your changes.
You aren't able to distract yourself for long, unfortunately. As you approach the waiting female students, your girlfriend soon picks you out of the crowd and walks up to you, smothering you in a tight embrace that crushes your chests together. "I... I almost didn't recognize you," she says, holding you so closely that her erection is touching your own through your clothes.
A halfhearted smirk makes its way onto your face. "I think that's understandable, given the circumstances," you say, your voice soft.
"Still," your girlfriend continues, releasing you from the hug and stepping back to appreciate your body, "I wasn't expecting them to make you so..." She pauses, trying to find the right word. "...gorgeous."
You look down at yourself and sigh, facing the fact that she's correct. Your body is now modestly curvy and undeniably feminine from head to toe, with perhaps an exception or two. Softball-sized breasts hang freely from your chest, capped with perky nipples that poke through your shirt enticingly. From the one glimpse of yourself in the mirrors provided to the formerly-male students after their changes, you know your face has become cuter and less angular. The hair on your scalp is still the same length as before, giving you a tomboyish look, but your body hair has thinned out significantly. Your wider hips make your balance weird, and your rounded buttocks compound the issue. Even your height has changed, as nearly every former boy shrunk a few inches, and you were no exception. The only remnant of your prior masculinity is your dick and balls, which are actually larger now despite your femininity elsewhere; you prefer to think of it as your masculinity being concentrated into your cock.
After finally tearing her gaze from your chest, your girlfriend looks up at your face, sympathetic but still clearly aroused. "So... did they, by chance, say why they were doing this?"
You shrug. "We tried to ask, but the best answer we got was that they wanted to 'level the playing field,' or something," you say, still unused to your higher-pitched voice. "I guess their idea was that if the boys and girls have the same bodies and the same unfamiliar hormonal levels, everyone will be the same amount of distracted, I guess."
"Wait, they changed your hormones to be like ours, too?" your girlfriend asks, quirking an eyebrow. Considering how uncontrollably horny she and the other female students have been, she can only imagine how this will affect the former males. "That doesn't sound like it will solve the problem, to be honest."
"Of course not," you scoff. "It's probably just an excuse they came up with to make us all like this. Nothing to do now but enjoy it, I guess." You cross your arms in resignation, inadvertently pushing up your breasts. The unfamiliar sensation makes you shiver.
Your girlfriend eyes you appreciatively, drinking in the sight of your mostly-female body dressed in your ill-fitting masculine clothing, particularly the bulges at your chest and crotch. "Oh, I think I can do that."