"In with the boy stuff." Taisha silently repeated to herself as she pushed up a stack of metal plates on the weight machine. 1-2-3-4-5 she mentally counted. "Out with the girl." as she brought the stack gently down.
After five weeks the entrants's bodies were a strange mix of their old female selves and their future male ones. Taisha loved the brawny arms and legs she was developing, but her chest still sported breasts perched incongrously on her growing pectorals. "In with the boy stuff, out with the girl."
"Wanna take five and get some water?" asked Consuela, who had been doing curls. "Okay."
After taking a long drink from the fountain, Taisha asked. "You picked out a name yet?"
"Yeah, Martin. That was one of the few guys that was ever decent to me when I was a girl. Plus as far as I know, it's never been used in my family. How about you?"
Taisha wondered, not for the first time, why someone who seemed to dislike men as much as Consuela would want to become one. "Jet."
"Why Jet?"
"Couple of reasons. It's a good name for a black man, shows pride. And, I saw a lot of Jet Li movies when I was a girl. Always wanted to be him. Don't think I'm going to be able to float through the air like that, though."
"I heard that we might be getting a promotion once we change our names." "Promotion" was Masculinization Academy slang for the sudden changes in their body towards maleness. The first promotion had been the new penises they had received on orientation day, the most recent the disappearances of their vaginas after three weeks. Everybody knew that the promotions had something to do with Kelly, but no one was sure how they worked. Taisha was too glad they were happening to enquire too closely.
"I hope so, and I hope its finally getting rid of these damn tits. " Taisha laughed.