Consuela felt Taisha pulling her sleeve. "My crotch feels funny." Taisha whispered. "I want to go check it out."
Taisha was heading for a nearby men's room. (There were no women's rooms at the Academy.) Consuela followed.
Taisha pulled down her pants and boxer shorts, to reveal her new testicles. "Yes!" she shouted.
Consuela smiled. Taisha's simple joy in her body's ongoing masculinization was infectious. Consuela's own attitude was more complex. She was less interested in being a man than in fleeing womanhood and the victimization she associated with it. Consuela loved her new muscles, but her penis didn't seem that important. She hadn't given much thought to putting it to sexual use, a topic she knew Taisha and Ellen gave a lot of attention to, although from rather different perspectives.
"C'mon." Taisha was saying. "Have you got 'em now?"
Consuela took down her pants and underwear, to reveal that she did indeed have them. Taisha slapped her on the back. "Way to go, guy!"
"Whatever." Consuela grunted. Testicles were a inescapable reminder that renouncing womanhood did not mean entirely renouncing vulnerability. "Now I get to worry about getting kicked in the balls, great."
Taisha laughed. "Yeah, there is that."
Consuela pulled her pants back on. "C'mon, let's go take care of my asshole brother."