As he sat through class after class, Jon began to worry about himself. Somehow, being dressed in a men's yellow t-shirt and a girl's pleated lilac miniskirt was starting to seem normal. Walking around in patent leather buckle-ups and lace ankle socks was starting to seem normal too. Jon couldn't imagine not shaving his legs.
Watching Joseph get around in his tank top, lycra miniskirt, and leopard-print high heels was starting to seem normal as well. Joseph had adjusted very quickly to his high heels, perhaps unnaturally so. Joseph hardly seemed to notice he was wearing them anymore.
In fact, almost every class had its share of exchangers victims. In a few cases, people had changed sex completely. Sometimes Jon recognized their faces on seemingly different bodies, but haircuts were the usual giveaway. Just because a girl had changed into a boy, that didn't mean he was ready to cut his hair. For boys changed into girls, it would take months for them to grow long hair, assuming they even wanted that.
Partial changes were more common. There were boys whose top or bottom halves had turned female, and girls whose top or bottom halves had turned male. For some boys, the only change was a new pair of breasts. For some girls, the only effect was totally undeveloped breasts. Some girls kept their wide hips and long legs but now had packages rather than pussies. Some guys lost only their packages and gained pussies.
Neuters and hermaphrodites were harder to detect, except by rumor. Word got around from friends and from people in gym classes.
Slowly, it seemed, people were accepting that gender no longer meant being strictly male or female. The range was going to be much more continuous.
When classes were over, Jon found Joseph entwined with Gabriele Wilson, a girl who'd been a cheerleader for three years. Gabriele was wearing her short-skirted cheerleading uniform but her formerly long thin legs had obviously grown shorter, thicker, and more muscular.
"Jon, Have you met Gabriele?" Joseph asked.
"Pleased to meet you, Gabriele," Jon replied, then Gabriel pulled away from Joseph and extended her hand. And her cock. An obvious erection was poking against the inside of her skirt.
"Are you still going to cheerleader tryouts?" Joseph asked Jon.
"I guess. Why? Have you changed your mind?" Jon answered.
"Well, yeah. Gabriel talked me into it. They're not necessarily looking for complete girls with nice tits anymore," Joseph explained. "The new goal is diversity."
"This I gotta see," Jon mumbled.
