I disagree with tarnik with all due respect. Changing bodies with someone you know could be seriousl disasterous. I kind of read this thread thinking that I’d awaken in a woman’s body but in my life. As though the entire world has shifted as well. This is actually a more complex fantasy than one might think upon first glance.
If I awaken in my house with my kids, my Wifestrocity…and a woman’s body, one of two things would happen. I’d find out that she really does detest men, but at least has a thing for women, or I’d be out on my ear. Clearly that’s not what we are all fantasizing about here.
If instead, I awoke to find myself a woman but not in the life I am living ( for 24 hours ), I would resist the urge to indulge the more prurient aspects of being equipped that way. ( At least, for the first few hours… 
) Knowing that a 40-year old woman has no prostate recovery time to consider, I can wait on the diddlefest.
I read a passage in one of the Anne Rice vampire books that so perfectly fits what I believe my reaction would be. I’m a 6 foot 2 inch tall man who just let us say weighs over 235. Were I to awaken in the body of a woman who is of average build and height, I very much suspect that I would exist in a physical realm that battled terribly with what my mental realm was. In the Anne Rice passage, a vampire ( Lestat, I think…) was stripped of preternatural powers and found himself moving through rooms as a mortal human. All of the physical attributes of his former self were gone. In HIS case, he felt weak and was terrified by the experience. ( This is in NO way hinting that being a woman is a weakened existence, okay??? I’m just saying that the shift from MY current physical/mental reality to a female body/male mind reality might create this kind of schism. No offense intended or implied. )
Just as I find it highly telling that a lot of our woman Dopers are expressing an interest in going out and using their temporarly male bodies to do things they cannot do, I suspect that I would spend a lot of the day simply moving through the world as a woman. What it is like to deal with the dynamics of a walk down the block? ( In my head, I wouldn’t awaken looking like Cartooniverse with boobs, I’d awaken looking like an average woman of average size and appearance. How do I define that? I’d have to awaken and find out 
). I’d plan my day. I’d deal with a crowded subway car and find out what the physical and emotional issues are with being bumped into with my body configured differently.
I’d go to work. Yes, I assume I’d be an adult who was working somewhere and therefore didn’t spend her entire day masturbating. How would I be treated? Would my work be handled differently? Of course, since I’d be in a new career, I’d have no basis in comparison so perhaps I’d be in the same career I’m in now, and go out to a shoot and shoot a job and see how the client and talent dealt with me as a female cameraperson. Since dealing with the subtle dynamic of gender-based interaction is part and parcel of everyone’s existence, I wonder how I’d handle the Sound Guy who hit on me, or the not so enlightened Client who ignored my every word and only listened to the men on the crew.
Not to be too much of a masochist, but I’d want to know how the other half lived in every way. The only way to know, is to expose myself to work, social and intimate experiences. For good or bad, there are things that would be worth experiencing through the day and well into the night.
I’d want to lay back aginst a pillow and look up at a lover’s face as he entered me as a woman. I’d want to know what that half of the most primal experience is like.
The physicality moment to moment would make me hyperaware in my male-brain of how I move as a male, opposed to a TempFemale. How do I walk, sit, reach, recline?
And yeah, you betcha, I’d want to find out what the dynamic is of being the other half of a sexual pair in bed. I’d discover what sequential orgasms were like, and find out what the post-orgasmic phase is like without all of the seratonin and other soporific endorphines coursing through my bloodstream that I ( and all men ) get post-orgasm.
I’d only want to go through this if I knew afterwards that I would be able to retain the memories of the thoughts and sensations. Why have this happen if it cannot lead to a more enlightened life as a man or woman afterwards?
Cartooniverse
