The same?

Wait, this doesn't make any sense. You're still looking at you. Your green eyes are the same. Your jet black hair is still the same length, just down to your shoulders. You still feel the weight of your breasts on your chest. You pull down the gown to double check and they're still the same C-cup breasts you've always had. Did the mix not kick in yet? You start running your hands down your body and, unsurprisingly, everything still feels the same.

That is, until your hand reaches between your legs. Your clit feels... different? It's bigger definitely, much bigger. Your hand reaches just a bit further down and you loudly shriek. You hear someone pull back the curtain from behind you. You turn and see a man you haven't seen before. This surprise makes you scream even louder and you throw your gown at him. Not your smartest move in that not only was it wholly ineffectual, you now have no way to cover yourself up.

"Sorry!" He shouts as he retreats back behind the curtain. You hear him try explain to Claire what he saw. The only thing you could make out is "it's a squib, doctor."

"I see," she replies. "Why don't you wait outside for now?" You hear the door open and then close before Claire speaks again. "Samantha, honey? When you're ready, you can put your clothes back on and step out. Take all the time you need." You oblige her and try again to inspect yourself, this time using the mirror. There's no doubt about it this time, that's definitely a cock and balls between your legs. You've seen some before, but never this up close and in person. You feel around again and fully confirm that your vagina in gone, just like that.

After confirming that everything else about you is still the same, you put on your clothes and step out from behind the partition. Claire is sitting with her back to you, writing on a clipboard that you can't see. "I-I'm ready Claire." You manage to tell her.

"Great!" Claire sets down her clipboard and picks up a second one. "We'll need to do a quick physical to make sure everything is okay. We'll also take a bit of blood for DNA testing to make sure there were no issues and a psychological survey to see if and how your personality has changed." The testing only takes a handful of minute, and it seems like she is ready to set you free again before she gives you some advice: "Look, Samantha, you might think you're some kind of freak of nature right now. But believe me, I've seen all kinds of people come through here. The real freaks of nature are the ones that will vilify someone for something as superficial as what's in your pants. Look at it this way, you walked in here expecting to walk out the looking the same, and you still look the same. Your body is maybe one percent different. If you wanted to, you could keep anyone from knowing what happened here. I'm going to send Andrew to escort you to the campus security office to get your ID. I'll make a few calls and get a different advisor to meet you there."

She doesn't give you chance to argue before sending you out the door. She quickly explains to Andrew what he needs to do, and before you know it, you're awkwardly strolling through campus. Andrew doesn't say a word to you nor do you to him. This might only be the first time, but you can confidently say you're not a fan of being escorted by someone who accidentally saw you naked not that long ago. The silence makes the walk seem longer than it actually is, but you soon find yourself within a drab looking security office. Behind a desk in front of you sits a bored looking security officer.

"ID?" The officer asks. You pull your wallet out of your purse and subsequently retrieve your ID before handing it over to the officer. He scans it, looks at his computer monitor for a moment, then begins typing for a few seconds. "No match." He states and hands your ID card back to you. You don't know what to do about this, but thankfully Andrew comes to your rescue and hands the officer a sealed envelope. He opens it and looks at the single sheet of paper inside. "Strange, but all right." Within a few minutes, he has taken your picture and printed your school ID card. Before you can leave however, he also hands you an envelope. It is clearly marked as from the X-Change company and also boldly display across the top "CONFIDENTIAL." You slip it into your purse and, as if on cue, the door opens behind you.

"Andrew."

"Kara." You hear Andrew reply. You turn around just in time to see Andrew walk out. You now fix your eyes on the strange looking girl in front of you, no doubt your new advisor for the year.