"That's really you in there, David?"
Gianni had come over to visit. David was supposed to keep it a secret, but he was so miserable and driven insane by being trapped inside his sister's body that he had to tell somebody.
"Yes, it's me." David started tearing up. The body was so emotional. He had figured out that although it was his identity, and his memories, the brain itself was still a female brain. He was thinking with a female brain. His memories, his sensations, his hopes and fears, all of that was routed through a very female brain flush with female hormones. And there was nothing he could do to stop it, to "escape"... He was trapped in his sister's female brain in his sister's female skull in his sister's female body with his sister's female beating heart, and all of it working overtime to keep him feeling as female as possible, as much like Mariah as possible.
"So, what's it feel like? Being a chick? Being a fat chick? No offense."
David knew this was coming. "It feels somewhat the same, two arms, two legs... But everything feels wrong. I feel crazy, all the time. I am so emotional. My mouth, my teeth are different and even taste different. But I always, always have to taste the inside of her mouth. Her eyes aren't as good as my eyes, but I have to look through them. Everything's a little blurrier and duller. I run out of breath so easily, I guess it's the weight. The body... Oh, God, my fucking body." David flushed bright red as his eyes squirted out another round of gushing tears. "My... my body..." He sobbed, smushing his hands against his eyes, trying to stop the tears. "My... belly... my legs.... I'm so fat... I'm so fucking fat, it completely surrounds me, every inch of me... It's like my body WANTS to be fat, to constantly REMIND me of being fat, like it's PROUD of being fat... Does that sound crazy?"
Gianni shrugged. "Yeah, a little crazy, man. Why don't you just lose weight? Just because Mariah was fat doesn't mean you have to, like, stay fat. That wasn't part of the deal, right? They're not forcing you to be fat. It's your body, dude. Just do whatever you want. Get skinny, be a hot girl. Shit, those tits, dude, you could be a fun chick to fuck."
David kept sobbing. "It's too hard! This belly just jiggles, jiggles, constantly! My legs barely fit into my leggings, the flabby thighs just wobble around and I have to stretch my leggings over them so hard I feel like they're going to rip! And the breasts! The fucking breasts! How am I supposed to exercise? How could anyone exercise in this body? It would be such a humiliation, the jiggling, the clumsiness, everyone would laugh at me! And here's the worst part, the cruelest part of all: Even if I lost weight, my skin is so stretched out I would be forced to carry all this disgusting, jiggling loose skin around forever! Even losing weight wouldn't stop the jiggling, the disgust, the humiliation! It's so unfair!"
David's tears fell onto his breasts and wettened his shirt.
"Oh, God, these breasts! My sister's breasts! I hate it, I hate it!!"
Gianni: "I was gonna say, man, having huge boobs seems like a lot of fun. Why the fuck are you crying?"
David pulled his shirt off, exposing his big fat breasts, encased in an ugly bra. "You don't understand how disgusting it is to have these! You think 'Oh, boobs, cool!' but it's a goddamn nightmare! They are so heavy, they pull on my neck and my chest and my back, my back hurts constantly. Even in the middle of the night I wake up in a panic, scrambling to get the heavy weight off me to stop the pain, only to realize the heavy weight is attached to me and I CAN'T get it off me! I'm trapped with it forever! And it would be bad enough if they were solid weights fixed in place, but they're not! They're big, floppy, soft, sensitive organs! They always move, every time I move my arms or walk or turn over in bed they remind me: 'We're still here! Still part of you! Here's a big heavy jiggle to remind you!' And during my period they swell up and feel constantly sore for days on end and every time I touch them or move them it's like a sore wound!"