I awoke in the middle of the night to take a piss. Standing there peeing through my penis, I realized I had no choice but to escape this. "No! I won't do it!" I thought to myself.
I grabbed a few articles of clothing and fled.
A couple of miles from home, I felt a great relief wash over me. "Ok, I'm homeless, I have no way of making money... But I have my body. Thank God I still have my body." Those psychos wouldn't be able to take me away from this body.
I imagined how it would've gone, being surgically and permanently transferred into my mom's body. Lying down in the hospital bed, waking up as... my mom. Being unable to escape her body, like some kind of horrible prisoner. Wearing her face, using her voice, tasting the inside of her mouth. Having to feel her flabby arms and belly. Having to feel her old floppy boobs weighing me down. Having to dress in a middle-aged woman's clothes, never being able to dress like a normal boy ever again. Having to pee sitting down like a woman. Having to wipe her... Oh, god! Having to wipe her hairy pussy, or having to wipe her fat jiggly ass every time I took a piss or a shit. But it wouldn't be *her* pussy or *her* ass, it'd be mine! And imagine having to get naked in my mom's body to take a shower every day! Soaping up my old boobs and my fat ass instead of my young teenage body!
I couldn't stop thinking about it. What a bullet I dodged. I was hours away from destroying my life and being trapped in a waking nightmare forever. Thank God, thank God. "I'm David, I'm a teenage boy," I thought to myself. "No one can take that away from me."