A month later, David was still devastated at the new body he was trapped in. He was nude, staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, sobbing with tears running down his face.
"It's not fair..." he sobbed in his new female voice, feeling his soft flesh jiggle with each breath. Every step he took, every motion of his arms, was a constant reminder of his fate.
His legs and armpits were growing hair. So was his vulva. He had to decide if he wanted to shave them. He couldn't stomach the idea of taking a razor to his armpits, to his fat legs, to his puffy hairy vulva. Doing that felt so female. Even crueler and more embarrassing than being stuck in a fat female body was the idea of having to maintain it.
Mariah's belly was so hungry. He felt like the jiggly female belly was a parasite that was taking over his brain. He initially thought he could try to be an active girl, maybe even a tomboy. But Mariah's body was so desperate for sugar and carbs. And the idea of trying to exercise in this body was so humiliating it made him sick to think about it. He didn't exercise once in the last month. He weighed his nude body—Mariah's nude body. He was starting to come to grips with the fact that this body was "in charge" of him. That the hormones and body parts were driving him and controlling him. He was going to be an obese female for the rest of his life.
He still had tears streaming down his face as he grabbed Mariah's pink razor. He put the shaving cream all over Mariah's legs. His legs. His fat, jiggling female legs. His belly was completely in the way, as were his breasts. It seemed like this body's breasts were especially designed to torment him, to remind him of his cruel fate. It wasn't enough to be a fat girl, he had to have huge breasts on top of that. He took the razor and shaved the hair off his legs. Then, carefully, his armpits. Finally, he resigned himself. He had tried to avoid thinking about his vulva, but the pubes looked so gross he needed to take care of them. He shaved his vulva, one lip and then the other, going back to where his taint would be. He threw the razor down in frustration, looking at his neatly shaved body in the mirror. It looked "better" but he was still a disgusting cow. And he knew that after this first shave, he would never go back. He would have to shave his whole body for the rest of his life. Feeling a new wave of hysterics, he burst into tears again, sitting his fat female butt on the bathroom floor, hearing the annoying female sound of his voice. "This isn't fair!" he shrieked, sounding more than ever like a girl.