The women gathered for the first class of the semester in Introduction to Transgender Studies glanced around nervously, trying to avoid eye contact. The program was invitation-only, and did not appear in the official list of programs.
A tall, strongly built, dark-skinned man walked into the room with a confident stride. He touched a button, and a holographic image of a curvaceous blonde woman with large breasts, a soft, cushiony butt, and a heart-shaped face sprang into existence.
"I'm Mr. Henderson" the man began, "And ten years ago, that was me."
The students audibly gasped.
"All of you are here" he continued "because you have expressed an interest in changing your bodies and identities to male. Of course, you are not committed in any way, and we expect about a third of you will drop out before completing the program. Up to the final semester, changes can be fully or partially reversed. But for those of you who continue, the rewards are tremendous. The same technologies that provide those who wish them with anthro or mythological bodies can change a female body into one like mine, 100% male down to the chromosomes. And given the demographic imbalance in our society towards women and the prevalence of heterosexuality, the sexual opportunities are virtually unlimited." Mr. Henderson smiled, which the students immediately picked up on.
"Now I'm going to go around the room, and I want each of you to introduce yourself and tell the rest of the class why you want to be male. You need to get used to using the new names you picked out when you enrolled in the program. You first" he gestured at a small woman with chestnut skin and a nerdy appearance.
"My name is, uh, Mike and I'm in the program because I love to fuck women, but lesbian sex doesn't do it for me. I want to fuck a straight woman with my big cock, not some lame dildo, and I want to come inside her. I want to be the big, strong one in bed." Mike was clearly starting to get excited. Mr. Henderson intervened. "OK, Mike, those are all excellent reasons. I fucked women both as a woman and as a man, and those are very, very different experiences. And," he laughed "Don't worry about the size of your new equipment. Everything will be custom-made according to your specifications, and not many graduates of the program pick the small option. Now, you?" He turned to the next student, a tall, red-haired woman.
"My name is Jack" she began smoothly, "And I hate being a woman. Boobs, periods, the whole deal. I don't want to carry some parasite around for nine months, either. I just want a lean, powerful male body that doesn't have breasts getting in the way and doesn't shut down once a month. I may want to fuck girls, I may want to fuck guys, I don't know about that yet, but I definitely want to be able to fuck without worrying about carrying a baby around."
"Perfectly understandable" Mr. Henderson replied. "I can't say I miss boobs and periods myself. Next?"
"My name is Larry" a curvy white girl began. "And I want to be a rich woman's boy toy. I've seen how those guys live, and it's awesome. I'm double majoring in Transgender Studies and Prostitution."
"Excellent" replied Mr. Henderson. "Several of our graduates have continued into that profession. Next?"
An average-looking black girl was next. "My name is Bill, and I just never felt like a girl. I always hung out with the boys, and I want a body that matches who I really am."
"I think this program is what you're looking for, then. That was my story as well."