You KNEW this one was coming, after this thread:
http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showthread.php?threadid=49828
I know what I’d do:
I’d try to figure out how it related to my desire to own 47 pairs of shoes.
(ducks and runs)
Go bicycling without pain.
Be a complete asshole to everybody I meet, then when they get pissed off, tell them I have PMS and try to make them feel bad for not being understanding.
just kidding 
I’d find my socks by myself!
Then, I’d try to find the appeal of Jane Ann Krentz et. al.
First thing I’d do is go out and but a nice ripe cucumber, and then a bunch of carrots. He-he.
Then I’d settle down with a good salad and a romance novel.
Of course I meant I’d buy a cucumber. Hell, you don’t need any female equipment to “butt” a cucumber. Not that I’d know. I mean everybody has one, right? I’m just not inclined to … oh just forget it.
Nobody except the funny-guys are posting to this because they start to think about what they’d do and forget to type…
punk snot dead,
broccoli!
I’d walk around topless past the mirror over and over and over, and periodically stop and jiggle them, then continue. Maybe even try those little swingy things that go on the nipples and can swing around. Pose a lot to get a good look at em, etc.
I love breasts, I wish I had some. I could care less about the other piece.
JB, why do you follow me around? (is it to look at my caboose?)
Actually, I was gonna respond similarly to JB’s, but I wanted to keep it a bit clean. however, since he broke the seal (as it were )…
I’d learn to type with one hand!!!
Take a sick day or two…
spritle, it’s just coincidence, I swear to God. You’re the second person to accuse me of half-hearted cyber-stalking this week. What can I say, we must have similar tastes, I just go where the spirit takes me.
P.S. - why don’t you email me before you post anywhere so I know where to go next, with all this tedious searching.
[sub]kidding, of course[/sub]
3 words:
Masturbate, masturbate, masturbate.
Go shopping, to see if it feels any different.
I can’t believe no one has mentioned scheduling a full day of lesbian debauchery yet.
Masturbation? C’mon, guys, you’re not being fair to yourselves. You’ve got 24 hours. Don’t you think you should grit your teeth and do what it takes to learn about the female experience?
I’d put on a slinky dress and pumps, learn how to walk in them, then go to a bar with the objective of getting laid.
I’d probably rush to the Emergency Room. I can just see it now.
“Yawn. OK, dear, I’m awake.”
As the semi-conscious Frankd6 climbs from his bed, he reaches to begin his normal morning ritual of scratching and arrange the equipment.
Suddenly, a piercing scream splits the quiet morning air…
I’d figure out where the kitchen was.
Maybe I’d be able to work the washing machine.
I’d probably find a good reason not to buy that shiny new and useless electronic gadget that all my mates are going on about.
I’d want a twist of lemon and a cherry with my beer.
Erase all the video tapes of the world cup finals.
Buy a set of pink and purple scatter cushions.
Maybe discover that Leonardo di Caprio is a good looking kid without getting jealous of him.
Change my underwear instead of turning inside out halfway through the year.
You mean AFTER I spent an hour in the shower?
In all seriousness, I’d opt for trying out the experience for a 5 year term if the opportunity was there. I don’t think I’d learn much in just a day.
Attention Curious and Adventuresome Females: As soon as they get the glitches out of the body-swapping technologies, I would be most interested in the Experiential Exchange 5 year pilot program. This body is in general good shape although with 41 years on the chassis I can recall it having better years; but except for a surplus of the wrong flavor of cholesterol, you should find it more than adequate for most tasks you require of it. Yours should be: capable of a brisk 5 mile walk or a run up the stairs, no more than 1/5 and no less than 1/9 as wide as it is tall, with all major organ and sensory systems in fundamental working order.
I promise to return yours in good working order without undue wear and tear beyond what you would expect in a five year timeframe. To address what I figure would be your more specific concerns, I promise to return it with reproductive apparatus as functional as when I acquired it, and absent of any veneral diseases.
OK, 'fess up: of the women reading, how many are thinking “There’s no way in hell he’d take as good a care of my bod as I’d take of his. No female would ever switch with a male if she had to eventually switch back.”