After a particularly difficult period Kiyoko addressed the problem in her favorite way, by drawing up a spreadsheet. On the left side, the disadvantages of womanhood, on the right, the disadvantages of manhood--in both cases sticking to the biological rather than the social. The list on the right was rather short--principally shorter lifespan, but also prostate difficulties, inferior color vision and sense of smell, and yes, getting kicked in the balls was unpleasant.
But the list on the left! Periods. Being smaller and weaker. The fact that urinating was a more tedious process when clothed for women than for men--maybe it didn't seem like a such a big deal, but multiply it by the tens of thousands of times a person urinated in the course of their life and it was massive. And of course, pregnancy, where the imbalance was practically infinite--men get an orgasm, women get nine months of nausea, inconvenience and carry a weight that cannot be put down, followed by an agonizing delivery! And then a kid that bites your breast!
Kiyoko prided herself on being a rational decision maker, and rationally, putting up with everything nature put women through for a few extra years of life (all of which came at the end--its not like you got a bunch of extra years in your 20s) made no sense whatsoever. Cashing out her 401K was a hassle, but she was determined to take care of this before another period. She strode confidently into the Temple of Divine Manhood and laid the package of $100 dollar bills at the foot of the god. (There were some stories about people chintzing out on the sacrifice and getting bodies that were male but diseased or otherwise defective, and Kiyoko was taking no chances).
The man standing in front of the god lifted his balls and ran his finger in the area between his legs. Yes, the vagina, the organ that caused nothing but trouble, was gone forever. Kiyoko grinned.