"A WHAT??" David howled in his annoying female voice. His medical visit wasn't going well.
"We cut a hole into your body—the new hole is called a 'stoma'. Since the waste is irritating your intestines, we let your body put it into a bag, just temporarily, until your intestines cool off and the inflammation dies down. Or, if they don't, then you can hang onto the bag for the rest of your life."
David was used to vomiting at every new discovery about the body he was trapped in, but this was the most disgusting thing he'd every heard in his entire life. He puked all over the floor. Then he knelt down, in the vomit, crying, feeling his flabby female cheeks soaked in tears and puke. "Just kill me! Just kill me, okay? I know that's what you fucking people want!" He looked up at his parents, soaked in tears and vomit. "That's what you want, isn't it? Just fucking kill me!"