Oh the things I could get away with as a cute little woman instead of a big frightening man! You can bet your sweet ass hilarity would ensue! Mega-hilarity!
(S)he’d take a week off every month.
He’d realise how irritating it is to have people imagining there’s nothing more to being a woman than playing with your pussy and having periods.
There is?
Of course. You’d have boobs to play with, too.
Beavis: If I was a chick I’d just stay at home all day and play with my boobs.
Butthead: Not me, I’d go downtown and buy a mirror so I could see myself playing with my boobs.
Yeah, that king of happening would make it pretty hard for those in charge to heed the “don’t ask” bit, wouldn’t it? Unless, of course, it was their idea (which reminds us of the Second Word of Wisdom: “Never volunteer”).
Say… re the lesbian angle. I don’t how girl on girl hookups usually go. If I go into a lesbian bar (I’ll be a cute little dyke natch) is it like an all you can eat, pick and choose buffet if you’re ready and willing, or do you still have to go through that tedious “getting to know you” process?
Well, it’s very important before you try to hook up with someone to find out first whether she have pets that you’re allergic to, and whether or not you can stand her cooking, for there’s a very good chance that if you take her home and sleep with her, she won’t leave. (See also “U-haul dating”.)
Movin’ in?! Lesbians are supposed to be cool. Nobody ever said anything about that! :eek:
If a Man was put into a Woman’s body, the she could bitch at himself for leaving the seat up. 
You’d lose your job?!? Pray tell, where do you work?
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Holy crap…
Hasn’t the Canadian government paid for several sex changes for people in its army?
Well, if his boobs itched, which for some reason mine do lately (I’m really really sorry for telling you that, but there it is), he would just go ahead and scratch them in public.
Then he would go around the house and replace the empty toilet paper rolls.
I hate when my boobs itch when I’m at work or something. There’s really nothing you can do that doesn’t make it look like you’re playing with yourself.
If a Man was put into a Woman’s body…
He would buy a nice cocktail dress and throw a party to celebrate.
Did you ever have this problem when you didn’t have boobs?
I consulted the top authority on men being magically transformed into women. There are some 2700 stories on fictionmania dealing with this very topic (this is not an exaggeration). Here’s what would happen:
He would be strikingly beautiful as a woman, regardless of what he looked like as a man.
He would be a little uncomfortable at first, but would quickly adjust.
He would spend some time exploring his new body.
He would hook up with a female friend who would teach him how to be a woman. This most likely would be his former girlfriend, but might be a female buddy from before.
A teenager would at this point try out for and make the cheerleading squad.
He would go out on a date with a man at the first opportunity–most likely his former best friend–and would have sex on the first date, which he would thoroughly enjoy.
As a result of this, he would realize that being female was better than being a man, and would continue dating his former best friend.
They would get married a year later, he would become pregnant shortly afterwards, and would spend the rest of his life happily having babies and being a housewife.
Until his wedding day, he would continue to use masculine pronouns to describe himself, but would switch to feminine ones afterwards.
There’s not actually any need to actually go read any of the stories; I’ve just summarized pretty much all of them.
For what it’s worth, you might find a little insight by clicking on one of the links in my sig. If you meant this as a bit of light diversion, just ignore them.
Noone would believe him when he told them what had happened and whatever woman he was put into wouldn’t necessarily be able to just walk into his house and live there without raising suspicions.
Then people would start to worry about where the man had got to and of course would suspect the unknown woman who had moved into the man’s house and he’d end up in jail for his own murder or something like that.
I didn’t.
They itched like crazy while they were developing, but this lessened as time went on, and now it’s just an occasional thing. When it comes time to nurse, that’ll be a different story.