Trixie awkwardly walked around class, and listened to some of the former boys. They were all discussing the changes. Some were uncomfortable with the sudden absence of a certain appendage in their pants, while others were more curious about the lumps of flesh that had spouted on their chests. A couple had trouble speaking due to them being surprised by their new voices.
Trixie realized she didn't know what she sounded like, but didn't have the chance to find out. They were being ushered into the locker rooms. Trixie thought about trying out her vocal cords, but didn't want to draw attention to herself.
She entered the girl's locker room for the first time, realizing that this was probably going to be a regular occurrence. Inside, the new girls were getting measured, and then were given underwear for the day.
Those who were done being measured were being taught how to put on a bra. Trixie was momentarily shocked to see one girl who had completely undressed besides her bra, and a pair of panties she was pulling on.
While the sight of a cute girl in her underwear was something Benji had longed to see, Trixie found herself disturbingly uninterested. At most, she thought that the underwear was cute and wondered how she would look in it. Trixie shuddered slightly at the horrifying realization of the changes to her mind.
They girl she had seen was putting on a large T-shirt that was loose everywhere except her chests before picking up her jeans. Trixie knew she now had breasts as well, but felt somewhat disappointed that they weren't as large. Which was strange since she originally had hoped for a slim figure so she could at least look boyish.
The size was confirmed as a B-cup. Her disappointment must have been visible because the women helping size the girls assured her that she was still growing. Once she had put on the bra and panties given to her, she once again dressed in her large boy's cloths. On the way out, she was instructed to throw her old boxers away. The trash can was filled with boy's briefs and boxers.
Trixie was told she wouldn't need them anymore. Her mother had already planned for a shopping trip after school to get her a new wardrobe. The underwear was just so she could make it through the day.
Trixie's group of girls were finally escorted back to the classroom. The boys were already there waiting. A few called out some jokes.
"Look who's finally ready."
"Took you forever. "
"What took you so long? We got dressed in two minutes."
Trixie cringed inwardly a little. She knew the joke about girl's taking forever to get ready, and her limited experience with their underwear made her see why. She could feel her morning routine getting longer already.
While they were given new underwear, no one had been given new clothes, so the boys outfits were somewhat small and most of them were in skirts. Trixie wondered why they would wear skirts knowing they would be turning into boys today. Maybe because it was their last chance to wear them?
Taking her seat, Trixie noticed she could see up one boy's skirt and saw his boxers. She blushed and felt awkward at the feelings rising in her. Great, she was into boys now. She felt a bit annoyed by that final confirmation.
One of them approached her. She couldn't help but get a little lost as she observed him. He was cute. The boy smiled. "Trixie, right?"
"Y-yes." She stuttered. Hearing the high pitch voice, Trixie couldn't resist the urge to clear her throat to return her voice to normal. She did the despite knowing it wouldn't work.
"I'm Oliver." He informed her. Trixie looked at the face of her crush, the former Olivia. It would seem the role reversal they had undertaken had done nothing to dissuade her feelings. That at least was something to be glad about.
Oliver continued speaking. He awkwardly shifted from foot to foot, his skirt swishing around his legs. "The skirt isn't really working for me now. I'm not sure I can make it through the rest of the day. Do you think I can switch them for your pants?"
Switch them? Wouldn't that leave her in his skirt?" You want to wear my pants?" She asked.
"If you don't mind. The school kind of requires girls to wear skirts the first few weeks anyways. Kind of a way to get them used to their new fashion norms. So...I was hoping it wouldn't be too much to ask."
Trixie felt strange about the idea of wearing a skirt, especially Olivia's. However, if she said no he may ask another girl. The thought of another girl trading with Oliver made her feel jealous in a way she didn't understand. "Okay."
Oliver brought Trixie over to the teacher, who had some dividers in the room. Apparently, this was a common occurrence on the first day.
Going behind the dividers, no one could see them, and they couldn't see each other. Trixie pulled down her pants, once again feeling the cool air on her bare legs. This morning she had hair on them, but now they were smooth, compliments of the swapping chamber. Her eyes were drawn to the light blue panties she wore, and the smooth curve of her crotch where her new anatomy was hidden beneath the fabric.
The lack of a buldge was so strange to her. The skirt was tossed over the top of the divider. "Here you go." Oliver called. Snapped out of her examination, Trixie quickly tossed the pants to him and put the skirt on.
If the new room she had between her legs were odd, the openness of the skirt was only more so. She felt almost naked from the waist down. She nervously stepped from behind the divider and rejoined the class. She pulled on the end of her skirt, which didn't quite reach her knees. She hated this skirt and would never wear it again.
Oliver smiled at her, looking more comfortable in pants. "Thanks Trixie." That smile made her feel all gooey. And distracted her from her fidgeting. "You look really cute in that skirt by the way." Trixie loved this skirt and would wear it all the time.
What Trixie hadn't known was the old school tradition with skirts. It was something mentioned at the summer orientation before the first day of school, but only to the girls. Girls who were going to be changed into boys would wear skirts to school and then switch for pants after they changed. The person they switched with was supposed to be their crush. While it was not an official form of asking someone out, since the ex-boys were rarely aware of this tradition until after school had been in session for awhile, it did send a message to the rest of the class. This one was taken.
Every boy who saw Trixie wearing a skirt that day knew someone was already planning on asking her out. It was considered rash to ask someone out right after the change, and it was considered bad form to ask out someone who had accepted an ex-girl's skirt on the first day. It was generally assumed she would say no if she had no interest in him.
Without realizing it, Trixie had agreed to letting Oliver be the first to ask her out once they had time to settle in their new forms. Had she been told, she would have likely squeeled with delight at realizing her crush was into her too.