After the doctor’s bombshell, you sit on the toilet struggling to keep your surging emotions in check. You've always prided yourself on being a rational person but now you can't stop yourself from crying. And not just a manly tear of regret but ugly choking sobs wrenching up from deep inside. Turning your pale skin red and blotchy and streaking your pretty face with tears and snot.
“Come on, get a grip man" you mentally chide yourself “You're alive, young and healthy again. You've got a whole new life ahead of you…”
Its true that you feel better than you have in years the problem is you don't feel like you. Every movement of your new body reminds you of how you have changed, a barrage of confusing new sensations that you just don't know how to process. The thought of feeling this way, a stranger in your own skin, for another sixty or seventy years prompts a fresh wave of tears.
“Fuck, what's wrong with me?” you wonder “Is it shock, new hormones? Surely I can't be this upset over losing my dick? It's not like I was some kind of stud, sure I liked being a guy but being a girl is better than being dead surely?"
You had thought you were mentally prepared for anything but clearly, it is going to take you a while to adjust.
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