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Kyle, Arron and I were excited for our final year at college. We’d worked our asses off for the last 3 years and were finally ready to kick back. Still, we had to go to the same welcome ceremony our university gave every year. “Pfft. This is so stupid,” said Kyle, walking with his skateboard in hand as we made our way through campus. “I know, right?” I agreed. “We’ve done our shit. These stupid ceremonies are mostly for freshmen anyways.” Kyle nodded. “Still,” started Arron, “we could scope out some of the cute new girls while we’re here.”

“Tch, you serious man?” Kyle answered. “You’re still into freshmen girls? I’m not gonna lie, some are definitely cute but man, I’d expect you’d be into some more…mature girls by now.” He raised his eyes at me as if to ask ‘you get what I’m saying?’ I didn’t. We hadn’t had too much success with girls during our college streak – the few short relationships were nothing to really brag about. Kyle liked to play the part of active playboy, though, and saw every girl as a sort of achievement. Arron was the least successful of us, chalked up to his typically shy nature around the fairer sex (he often explained it as the ‘look but not touch’ strategy. And I fell somewhere in the middle. I think out of the three of us, though, I was the one who saw girls as just the same as anyone else, and was happy to admit that most, if not all, of my failed relationships ended on good, friendly terms.

“What do you mean, not here?” Kyle’s exclamation snapped me back to attention. We were standing outside the main hall where they always held the “induction” ceremony (even though after the 1st year no one was being inducted into anything). “Sorry,” the aide said, looking at her list. “Your names aren’t on here. I don’t have any seniors under your ID numbers.” I’m sure it sounds weird, but to keep things from getting too out of control the induction ceremony was always split by academic year. “Hey, look at it this way: now we don’t have to go to this stupid ceremony.” Aaron tried to point out. “Oh no,” started the aide, “all students have to attend these events. Here, just go in with the freshmen group. No one will care, and I’ll make sure and check your IDs off later.” Kyle rolled his eyes in resignation and started off towards the Freshmen section. I looked at the girl and mouthed a ‘sorry’ her way before following my friends. She giggled, and I couldn’t help but think that she was actually pretty cute.

We took our seats among the sea of noticeably younger students. “Dude, I don’t get how you’re into these chicks,” Kyle whispered to Arron. “They’re all so…little.” I heard Arron tell Kyle to shut up as the Dean took center stage. “Welcome,” he began in a booming voice…aaaaaaand we were out. It was pretty easy to just browse our phones during the whole speech. Besides, we had heard everything before. I looked over at Kyle and Arron – sure enough, they were doing the same. Right about then, I heard the Dean say something he hadn’t before. “Right, so given the circumstances we’ve decided to do something new this year. If you would all follow your respective class leaders, you’ll head to your specialized inductions. ‘What the hell?’ I thought. Apparently I shouldn’t have been tuning out. I turned to Kyle and Arron, who seemed to be thinking the same thing. “C’mon you three,” an older woman was motioning us along to join the rest of the freshmen filing through the door. Shrugging, we all got up and followed suit, no doubt with very confused faces.

As we followed we noticed the class splitting into various classrooms – we were ushered into the closest one and took our seats among the group of about 30 or so students. As I sat in the metal chair I felt a strange tingling sensation beneath me. However, it faded qickly. “Must’ve been from sitting too long,” I thought. “Yo,” Kyle leaned over to whisper, “what the hell’s this all about?” I told him I had no idea. We turned to look at Arron, who was shifting uncomfortably in his chair, looking down at it. Guess I wasn’t the only one. The woman who called us out was now at the front of the rather plain room. “Right, so as you heard the Dean say we are facing a peculiar situation at our school. For whatever reason our diversity ratios have dropped significantly, but thankfully your class is going to help us solve this dilemma. See, the more diverse a school is, the more funding it receives. And since we are determined to give you the best university experience possible we are sure that you won’t mind going through a few…changes…to earn it.

“What the hell was with that pause?” I thought. But as soon as she said it I swore the room felt a bit heavier. When I looked around all the freshmen seemed drawn to our guide as if nothing was off. I turned to ask Kyle the same, but I stopped for a second. Kyle had always been a good deal taller than me, but as he turned to look my way we were at eye level. He noticed my confusion. “Something on my face?” I shook my head as if it was nothing, but I couldn’t help feeling like something was swirling around us, almost tingling the edge of my skin.

“As such,” the woman continued, “we are looking to alter our incoming student body so that we have at least 3 additional female students per 30 freshmen. But don’t worry – those of you who will be helping us have already been selected.” At that moment, I swore she looked straight at me. And all at once I could feel my body start to change. I knew it was happening, but all I could do was look on in shock. My hands began shrinking, becoming soft and delicate with longer, nails. They glistened with a grey-blue polish as they grew even smaller. My arms followed suit – I felt them slimming down and become slender, yet taught. The thick brown hair on my manly forarms faded to little more than a fuzz. In shock I turned to look at Arron – he had begun to change too! He was shorter than Alex and I, and his skin had become a darker tone. I saw his normally square face becoming very round, his lips beginning to swell into a pale pink, his hair seemingly growing shorter as his forehead rounded. “Arron! Your fa-“ I slapped a girly hand over my mouth as I heard my voice squeak. My features began reshaping underneath – my whole head shrank and grew smaller. My features squeezed: cheeks rounding, eyes enlarging, nose shrinking.

My whole body became slimmer and toned as I raised my hands to feel my lengthening hair. It tumbled down around my cheeks and down to the small of my neck. I pulled them out and noticed the strands becoming much darker and thicker – and curled.

“Oh god!” I heard myself whine in a young, feminine voice, “I’m…we’re becoming girls!” I looked over to Kyle. He had grown very petite, and his shirt was squeezing tightly against growing mounds on his chest – and they were growing! He put small, dainty hands over them in shock as his now strawberry blonde hair trickled down over them. Horrifyingly I looked down at my own chest. My grey v-neck became tighter on my slender frame, the “v” dropping even farther as breasts started to form. They pushed further and further out against the fabric as my sweatshirt became a green jacket.

“N…nooooo….” I whined again, even girlier than the last. My face continued to re-shape: my eyes grew wider, with thicker eyelashes. Even though I couldn’t see, I could feel my eye color shift from blue to brown – somehow, I just knew.

My legs became shorter and thinner, my jeans darkening and squeezing them tightly as a few stylistic rips appeared on my thighs. My butt expanded, pushing my shrinking frame up out of the chair a bit. As I looked down I saw my hips widen and my waist trim up, and my shoes shrink. They grew darker by the second, until I was wearing a pair of black converse low-tops. Then I felt a squeezing in my groin and winced as my unit became a female vagina. “Oh…oh yes…” I began to think. “I…want a boy to…no!” But then everything started to dull. I felt…good. Right. Like this was normal. Wait…was it? Something still felt off.

I turned to look at Kylie again….wait, did I just call her Kylie? She was just finishing her changes too, having long, straight hair sitting atop her grey-and-teal shirt that clung tightly to her size C breasts. She kept looking herself over as her tight blue jeans shortened just above her new grey vans. The suddenly turned to look at me and…smiled? “What’s up Jess?” Jess? Who’s Jess? I’m Jess? Wait…duh, of course I’m jess! But that’s beside the point! “Arron!” I turned back to my remaining friend. Not only had he changed genders, but skin tones as well. Arron was now finishing his changes into a freshmen black girl. He had round features overall, and a loose red and white tunic hung over her ebony skin as the last strands of her black hair swooped over the front of her face, the remainder tying itself in a bun atop her head. She leaned down and adjusted her shoes – the black nikes had become blue and white converse with the tongues sticking straight out. She turned up and saw me staring. “Something wrong Jess? You’re, like, looking like you’re not on planet Earth.”

Was something wrong? I couldn’t remember. Everything from the last few minutes seemed hazy….but as I looked around it came back to me. I was starting my first term at college with my best friends Kylie and Erin – and we were totally going to kick ass…and grab a few cute guys along the way. I smirked. “Sorry girls, don’t know what came over me. This stupid thing over yet?” Kylie grabbed her skateboard as she stood up. “Yeah, think it’s time to go. Let’s, like, go find some cute guys to check out. There’s gotta be some here.” That was Kylie, always the man-chaser. I rolled my eyes. I was used to her antics by now. I was comforting Erin as we walked off, her being the shy one after all. “Just let Kylie do her thing like always. You’ll work up the courage when you find the right guy.” Erin gave a sheepish smile. “Thanks Jess. You were always the best girl out of all of us.” I rolled my eyes again. What was that supposed to mean?

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Kyle, Arron and I were excited for our final year at college. We’d worked our asses off for the last 3 years and were finally ready to kick back. Still, we had to go to the same welcome ceremony our university gave every year. “Pfft. This is so stupid,” said Kyle, walking with his skateboard in hand as we made our way through campus. “I know, right?” I agreed. “We’ve done our shit. These stupid ceremonies are mostly for freshmen anyways.” Kyle nodded. “Still,” started Arron, “we could scope out some of the cute new girls while we’re here.”

“Tch, you serious man?” Kyle answered. “You’re still into freshmen girls? I’m not gonna lie, some are definitely cute but man, I’d expect you’d be into some more…mature girls by now.” He raised his eyes at me as if to ask ‘you get what I’m saying?’ I didn’t. We hadn’t had too much success with girls during our college streak – the few short relationships were nothing to really brag about. Kyle liked to play the part of active playboy, though, and saw every girl as a sort of achievement. Arron was the least successful of us, chalked up to his typically shy nature around the fairer sex (he often explained it as the ‘look but not touch’ strategy. And I fell somewhere in the middle. I think out of the three of us, though, I was the one who saw girls as just the same as anyone else, and was happy to admit that most, if not all, of my failed relationships ended on good, friendly terms.

“What do you mean, not here?” Kyle’s exclamation snapped me back to attention. We were standing outside the main hall where they always held the “induction” ceremony (even though after the 1st year no one was being inducted into anything). “Sorry,” the aide said, looking at her list. “Your names aren’t on here. I don’t have any seniors under your ID numbers.” I’m sure it sounds weird, but to keep things from getting too out of control the induction ceremony was always split by academic year. “Hey, look at it this way: now we don’t have to go to this stupid ceremony.” Aaron tried to point out. “Oh no,” started the aide, “all students have to attend these events. Here, just go in with the freshmen group. No one will care, and I’ll make sure and check your IDs off later.” Kyle rolled his eyes in resignation and started off towards the Freshmen section. I looked at the girl and mouthed a ‘sorry’ her way before following my friends. She giggled, and I couldn’t help but think that she was actually pretty cute.

We took our seats among the sea of noticeably younger students. “Dude, I don’t get how you’re into these chicks,” Kyle whispered to Arron. “They’re all so…little.” I heard Arron tell Kyle to shut up as the Dean took center stage. “Welcome,” he began in a booming voice…aaaaaaand we were out. It was pretty easy to just browse our phones during the whole speech. Besides, we had heard everything before. I looked over at Kyle and Arron – sure enough, they were doing the same. Right about then, I heard the Dean say something he hadn’t before. “Right, so given the circumstances we’ve decided to do something new this year. If you would all follow your respective class leaders, you’ll head to your specialized inductions. ‘What the hell?’ I thought. Apparently I shouldn’t have been tuning out. I turned to Kyle and Arron, who seemed to be thinking the same thing. “C’mon you three,” an older woman was motioning us along to join the rest of the freshmen filing through the door. Shrugging, we all got up and followed suit, no doubt with very confused faces.

As we followed we noticed the class splitting into various classrooms – we were ushered into the closest one and took our seats among the group of about 30 or so students. As I sat in the metal chair I felt a strange tingling sensation beneath me. However, it faded qickly. “Must’ve been from sitting too long,” I thought. “Yo,” Kyle leaned over to whisper, “what the hell’s this all about?” I told him I had no idea. We turned to look at Arron, who was shifting uncomfortably in his chair, looking down at it. Guess I wasn’t the only one. The woman who called us out was now at the front of the rather plain room. “Right, so as you heard the Dean say we are facing a peculiar situation at our school. For whatever reason our diversity ratios have dropped significantly, but thankfully your class is going to help us solve this dilemma. See, the more diverse a school is, the more funding it receives. And since we are determined to give you the best university experience possible we are sure that you won’t mind going through a few…changes…to earn it.

“What the hell was with that pause?” I thought. But as soon as she said it I swore the room felt a bit heavier. When I looked around all the freshmen seemed drawn to our guide as if nothing was off. I turned to ask Kyle the same, but I stopped for a second. Kyle had always been a good deal taller than me, but as he turned to look my way we were at eye level. He noticed my confusion. “Something on my face?” I shook my head as if it was nothing, but I couldn’t help feeling like something was swirling around us, almost tingling the edge of my skin.

“As such,” the woman continued, “we are looking to alter our incoming student body so that we have at least 3 additional female students per 30 freshmen. But don’t worry – those of you who will be helping us have already been selected.” At that moment, I swore she looked straight at me. And all at once I could feel my body start to change. I knew it was happening, but all I could do was look on in shock. My hands began shrinking, becoming soft and delicate with longer, nails. They glistened with a grey-blue polish as they grew even smaller. My arms followed suit – I felt them slimming down and become slender, yet taught. The thick brown hair on my manly forarms faded to little more than a fuzz. In shock I turned to look at Arron – he had begun to change too! He was shorter than Alex and I, and his skin had become a darker tone. I saw his normally square face becoming very round, his lips beginning to swell into a pale pink, his hair seemingly growing shorter as his forehead rounded. “Arron! Your fa-“ I slapped a girly hand over my mouth as I heard my voice squeak. My features began reshaping underneath – my whole head shrank and grew smaller. My features squeezed: cheeks rounding, eyes enlarging, nose shrinking.

My whole body became slimmer and toned as I raised my hands to feel my lengthening hair. It tumbled down around my cheeks and down to the small of my neck. I pulled them out and noticed the strands becoming much darker and thicker – and curled.

“Oh god!” I heard myself whine in a young, feminine voice, “I’m…we’re becoming girls!” I looked over to Kyle. He had grown very petite, and his shirt was squeezing tightly against growing mounds on his chest – and they were growing! He put small, dainty hands over them in shock as his now strawberry blonde hair trickled down over them. Horrifyingly I looked down at my own chest. My grey v-neck became tighter on my slender frame, the “v” dropping even farther as breasts started to form. They pushed further and further out against the fabric as my sweatshirt became a green jacket.

“N…nooooo….” I whined again, even girlier than the last. My face continued to re-shape: my eyes grew wider, with thicker eyelashes. Even though I couldn’t see, I could feel my eye color shift from blue to brown – somehow, I just knew.

My legs became shorter and thinner, my jeans darkening and squeezing them tightly as a few stylistic rips appeared on my thighs. My butt expanded, pushing my shrinking frame up out of the chair a bit. As I looked down I saw my hips widen and my waist trim up, and my shoes shrink. They grew darker by the second, until I was wearing a pair of black converse low-tops. Then I felt a squeezing in my groin and winced as my unit became a female vagina. “Oh…oh yes…” I began to think. “I…want a boy to…no!” But then everything started to dull. I felt…good. Right. Like this was normal. Wait…was it? Something still felt off.

I turned to look at Kylie again….wait, did I just call her Kylie? She was just finishing her changes too, having long, straight hair sitting atop her grey-and-teal shirt that clung tightly to her size C breasts. She kept looking herself over as her tight blue jeans shortened just above her new grey vans. The suddenly turned to look at me and…smiled? “What’s up Jess?” Jess? Who’s Jess? I’m Jess? Wait…duh, of course I’m jess! But that’s beside the point! “Arron!” I turned back to my remaining friend. Not only had he changed genders, but skin tones as well. Arron was now finishing his changes into a freshmen black girl. He had round features overall, and a loose red and white tunic hung over her ebony skin as the last strands of her black hair swooped over the front of her face, the remainder tying itself in a bun atop her head. She leaned down and adjusted her shoes – the black nikes had become blue and white converse with the tongues sticking straight out. She turned up and saw me staring. “Something wrong Jess? You’re, like, looking like you’re not on planet Earth.”

Was something wrong? I couldn’t remember. Everything from the last few minutes seemed hazy….but as I looked around it came back to me. I was starting my first term at college with my best friends Kylie and Erin – and we were totally going to kick ass…and grab a few cute guys along the way. I smirked. “Sorry girls, don’t know what came over me. This stupid thing over yet?” Kylie grabbed her skateboard as she stood up. “Yeah, think it’s time to go. Let’s, like, go find some cute guys to check out. There’s gotta be some here.” That was Kylie, always the man-chaser. I rolled my eyes. I was used to her antics by now. I was comforting Erin as we walked off, her being the shy one after all. “Just let Kylie do her thing like always. You’ll work up the courage when you find the right guy.” Erin gave a sheepish smile. “Thanks Jess. You were always the best girl out of all of us.” I rolled my eyes again. What was that supposed to mean?