Despite the changed species and gender of the boys in the gym, you realize that you recognize some of them. You see your former (you guess) girlfriend Sara, now transformed into a foxboy. Her eyes are red from crying, and you rush over to comfort her (and to be comforted).
"This sucks so much." she (you refuse to shift pronouns) cries.
"I know." you reply "It really, really sucks."
"I don't believe my mom and dad could let this happen."
You start feeling a faint, disturbing tingle of arousal as you hold tightly to Sara (you don't even want to know her new name). You shake your head, and with an effort clear it from your mind. "I don't believe it either" you say.
Something in your tone attracts Sara's attention. "What?"
"Look at the kids who got taken away, and then look who's left" you whisper, hoping that you're not somehow being monitored. "All of the kids who got taken away were the rich kids. Most of the rich kids in this town go to private school anyway. The ones that are left are the black kids, like us, or the children of the immigrants that work in the slaughterhouses outside of town, or the poor white kids from the trailer parks. People who nobody important is going to care about very much."
You can tell that Sara is being distracted from her (you refuse to shift pronouns) misery by trying to analyze the situation. "You mean that they didn't ask our parents?"
"No, I don't think they did" you answer "You know about the Tuskegee experiments, right?"
"Oh my God" Sara answers.