Embrace your masculinity

After the initial hype and anticipation, the three of you realize that as you are right now, there's no way to safely keep on smuggling you into and out of the male dorms. It would take nothing more than a bypassing teacher and you'd immediately be busted. Sure enough, one of the downsides of having the 'perfect' female body was that it's easy to recognize your gender.

"Well, damn..." Ken whispers to himself. He was the person with the least interest in getting caught. His girlfriend would spank him to the moon and back if she were to find out that he spent an entire afternoon fucking a different chick.

But then again..."Hold on, I guess... I have an idea." You grab two shirts, some baggy pants and a pair of boxer shorts from Ken's wardrobe, a pair of scissors from his desk and lock yourself up in the bathroom. You could do this! It wouldn't be pretty, but it would be functional. As you're looking at yourself in the mirror, you attempt to roughly imagine what you're gonna go for, and after another moment of hesitation, you grab the scissors first...

snip

A long strand of your brunette hair drops into the sink.

snip, snip, snip...

You keep on going until you've got a simple, short hairstyle. Lil' more left on the top, and you use some hair gel to style it up.

Next on, you cut one of Ken's shirts in half and snugly wrap it around your upper chest, again and again until it's TIGHTLY compressing your perky tits into a flat surface. With a quick knot, you fix it in place and admire your work in the mirror. It's perfect! At first glance, it's impossible to notice you even have any tits in the first place!

You put on some of Ken's loose, baggy clothes next to conceal your remaining curves, and it works as expected. In your capable hands as a guy with zero styling experience, it was incredibly easy to make even a hot chick look like a below average boy. A tomboy. Who would've thought that your lack of skills in that department would some day become an asset?

Anyway, you step out of the bathroom to see the surprised expression of your previous bed partners, mouths wide open.

"Where did your hair go?!" Ken bursts out.

"Where did the tits go??" Ray follows right after, staring at the way your shirt was draping down your smooth chest without visible bumps.

"You wanted to avoid attention, here we go. I guess I successfully pass as a guy now?" you inquire, and they reluctantly nod their agreement. It wasn't an entirely flawless disguise, but most people wouldn't give you a second look anymore. Which is an achievement by itself, considering you were a stunning ten out of ten mere minutes ago. "I guess I'll need a more unisex kind of name as well while we are out there. How about Ash?"

"Na," Ray shakes his head. "That reminds me of a certain cartoon. How about Brook? Popular porn name, too. Suits you nicely considering how casual you are about getting fucked. Most girls are a whole lot more uptight than that. All about preserving their virginity like it's the holy grail."

"Well." You shrug back at him. "You sure filled this holy grail right up... probably some dents in there too, because of you." Teasing him further, you stick out your tongue and grin mischievously. Still, wasn't far from the truth! Your twat was still sore and aching, and even now while standing you could feel your pussy lips gaping lightly. Good thing you had the foresight to layer the crotch of your boxer shorts with plenty of toilet paper to soak up the escaping semen. Those boys must've pumped like a gallon of sperm into your loins...

Ken laughs awkwardly, and after taking a moment to recover, the three of you leave the dorm room.