Cathy, meanwhile, was fed up. She had thought being placed in her 16-year-old son's body would be wonderful. But she was miserable.
She went to her room. Maybe this was a huge mistake, she thought, staring in the mirror at the dumb teenage boy in the mirror.
She took her clothes off to examine herself.
Not having breasts anymore was nice, and losing the jiggling belly and thighs was nice. But everything else was awful.
Her arms and legs were too long, her face was too rough and ugly. She had facial hair poking through her upper lip and chin. She had armpit hair, and leg hair, and chest hair, and... Oh, god, curls of hair all over her penis and scrotum.
She hated carrying this floppy cock and balls around between her legs. It felt like she'd never get used to it. She was stuck with this floppy annoying thing, peeing out of it and spraying everywhere. Her balls were always rolling into uncomfortable places, getting squished and crushed in ways she had trouble avoiding. Shitting on the toilet was a bizarre experience, having to stuff her penis toward the water and pee out of it while shitting—and then wiping around all of it. Absolutely disgusting.
It didn't help that David's genitals were so big. Some boys would be glad, but she cursed the genes that gave her such thick, heavy male parts.
The damn thing wouldn't stop getting hard. In the morning, a big hard branch sticking out of her, demanding to piss. In the middle of the day, a passing thought about another person's body, even her own body, and it would quickly unfurl itself into a huge hardon. Masturbating was a novelty the first time, but after that she realized that she truly was a teenage boy, and stuck with every teenage boy's curse. Yanking on that stupid hard cock to get the semen out, only to have a brief, stupid "orgasm" (nothing like a woman's real orgasm) and get rock-hard again a couple hours later. Smelling like shit and feeling like shit the whole time in between.
The relief from losing the jiggling weight on her chest, stomach, and legs was so short-lived. She had lived with that for decades, after all. She wasn't prepared for how absolutely depressing being a man was.
Everything she hated about teenage boys—their idiot look, their awful attitude, their foul smell, the sense that their whole life revolved around their cocks—all of that was hers now, permanently. She was literally trapped inside it with no way out. The normal-looking face David's body had was disguising the fact that this body was in fact a prison, and Cathy the only prisoner. She screamed internally begging for a way to be released.