Mrs. Smith, was, as she knew, a bad mother. She was a bad mother because she hated being a mother, and she hated being a mother because she hated being a woman. Having a body desired by men sickened her. She hated sex, and her marriage had been sexless for many years. Her husband knew he had her permission to play around, as long as he kept physical contact with his wife to a minimum.
So when with absolutely no warning she found herself in the body of a teenage boy her reaction was not the horror her daughter expected. She was perfectly willing to give being a man a try. Sure, men were kind of creepy, but at least they weren't women.
"You OK, Kyle?" asked one of his friends.
"Yeah" answered Kyle, "I am."