David's friend Carter found out about the body-swap between him and Mariah.
"So what's it like? Being in your sister's body?" asked Carter.
"It's really gross, honestly," David admitted. "I mean, I have to, you know ... shower. And wash this body. Naked. And plus, I have to... wipe myself. And girls always need toilet paper. You have to wipe yourself when you... pee. And then you have to wipe the butt too. And then, I had my period a couple of weeks ago, and that was REALLY gross. You can't wipe enough, it's just blood and more blood."
"David, I'm going to cut to the chase," Carter told him. "You're a boy so you should go along with this. I want to try 'breast torture' on you."
"Breast torture?!"
"It's exactly what it sounds like. I want to take your breasts and torture them."
David was aghast. "Having breasts IS torture. I wouldn't wish this disgusting shit on my worst enemy."
Carter coaxed David into his bedroom. He took clothespins and pinched them onto David's soft nipples. "That hurts!" David exclaimed in his female voice. His fat breasts and fat belly were jiggling out in the open.
"Well, yeah, it's called torture for a reason," Carter clarified.