You decided you wanted to talk with Michael. To see what he was feeling right now.
Michael answered almost immediately. "Hey, kiddo! What's up?" He greeted you. "Well, guess I'm the kiddo now, thought" he added. "Na, just wanted to call and check how you're feeling about all this. Is it weird and exciting for you, as well?" You asked. "Yeah, I guess that's a good way of putting it. How you holding up?" Michael asked you back. "Good, so far. This is going to sound weird, but I know how I feel about a certain... attribute of my new body. Quite exciting. How does it feel, you know... being smaller?" You asked, hesitantly. Michael didn't seem bothered thought. "Huh, you're talking about our dicks, right? I mean, it's weird, but being that big isn't all it's cracked up to be. The thing I'm now sporting is more than good enough to get the work done. And believe me, I'm going to be using this thing to it's fullest extend. I'm young and full of energy. I'm already trying to get a few good pictures of myself for a Tinder profile. I always wanted to try it but I felt like I was too old. But now, I bet there are plenty of young bunnies who'd get with a handsome white man, like myself." Michael explained, sounding quite excited.
"Huh, you're already... thinking about doing that kind of stuff in that body?" You asked. Michael was ahead of the curve on this one. "Hell yeah, How many times in my life do you think I'll get to be young again? Of course I'll try and hang with some young women." he said. With that, you said goodbye to each other and hanged up. Well, Michael was happy about it at least. That made you feel weirdly at ease. Even if it wasn't your problem, you didn't want Michael to hate this year as you. Sounded like that wasn't a problem. Yet at least.