You choose names.

"No you were not," Ned protested. "The boy next to me had a shaved head; you have lots of hair."

Everyone rolls their eyes, and Jem giggles at Ned's statement. The bimbo pill she was given has dumbed her down to the point that she has trouble grasping simple facts unless they are pointed out. Her dumb statement seems to defuse the situation, though, and the black girl relaxes her tense confrontational stance.

"The hair grew, because of the pill," The girl explains to Ned without her former aggression. "Same as those tits grew on you, but you're still the same person."

"I never had these before? I guess I would have noticed; they are big," Ned cups her breasts after they are mentioned and stares down at them curiously. "I remember I always liked titties though, they made my dick get hard when I saw them. I'm not getting hard looking at them now, just warm and tingly."

Ned thrusts her hand down the front of her jeans and gropes around for a few seconds. Finding no cock inside her pants she unzips the jeans and tugs them, and the shorts beneath down to her knees. Her pubic hair is the same pale blonde as her hair, the cherry pink lips of her labia are clearly visible through the fair curly pubic bush. Ned pokes experimentally at her new female genitals with a finger.

"I got a pussy now, it feels kinda nice when I touch it," She tells everyone.

Watching Ned touch herself you feel a warm glow begin between your own legs. A quick glance around the faces of the other newly made girls and you see red blushes on cheeks, deepened breaths and wide eyes and guess that your new roomates are experiencing similar reactions. The pill may have made drastic changes, but it appears that you all still react to a nearly naked woman with sexual arousal.

"We should change into our uniforms before they come back," Jem says. "As Justine said, we'll have to get used to seeing each other's new bodies."

"No way I'm putting on a skirt," The black girl declares. "What they gonna do if I refuse?"

"They'll strip you themselves and take your boys' clothes away," Jem tells her. "I was here last year, and they did that to me. Unless you want to get pinned down and stripped, it's better to just change clothes yourself."

"Jem's right," You agree. "They'll watch us less closely if we appear to be complying."

"Uh huh, I guess that makes sense," The girl admits reluctantly. "What's with the name Jem though, and you called him Justine?"

"I called her Justine," Jem corrects the pronoun. "Get used to it, you can either choose your new name or the other girls will pick one for you, and that's likely to be an embarrassing one."

"Okay, I can stick with Justine," You say. "Close enough to my real name."

"Fine, then I'll still be Billie." The black girl tells you. "That can be a girl's name, can't it? I got called that sometimes instead of William or Bill.