>>3015
For me, it's about the helplessness.
Which isn't the same as being powerless. Maybe my brain got put in the clone of a skilled ninja, or I forcibly had my class locked as a high-level sorceress.
But no matter how strong I might be, I can't do anything about the fact that I'm stuck as a woman, permanently as far as I know. And I have to put up with everything that beautiful women do.
The stares. The flirting. The wolf whistles. Bras and make-up and high, high heels. And how no matter whether I like it or not, that my body is making me more and more attracted to men, and making me lose my interest in pretty girls... girls like me.
While my new body might be powerful, it's also soft and yielding, and I'll never be able to change that.
From little things like the way I have to look up to talk to guys, or even taller women, whom I would have used to look down at, to big things, like the two very, very big things hanging from my chest that bounce and jiggle in front of me with every tiny movement I make like I'm trying to entice every man in eyeshot, it's as if each plush inch of my new body was made to contrast and betray the masculine pride I had just a short time ago.
My new feminine form doesn't belong to me not only in the obvious sense that it isn't my rightful old one, but also meaningfully in that more than for my sake, it exists for the benefit of every red-blooded man I meet. Whether as eye candy, or for them to fantasize about...
...or perhaps the circumstances of some mission or quest are such that I have to pose as the lover of one of my companions, leading to him publicly kissing me or feeling me up－ all for the sake of the mission, of course, but also doubtlessly to his delight, as well as the delight of my body and my infinite embarrassment.
Or maybe even worse, I could be in the same situation with a female teammate, and have to deal with the fact that no matter how beautiful she may be, her caresses don't make me feel anything at all. No matter how sexy I think she is, my body simply isn't attracted to her.
There's also special fears. Things that I never thought about when I was a guy, but terrify me now.
I can't help it. No matter how well I might be able to fight, every man I meet scares me.
I'm afraid of them having their way with me. Of becoming pregnant.
Or even more frightening, of the possibility of falling in love with a man. Losing not only my body, but my heart and soul to femininity, and not being able to do anything about it. And knowing that every single man I encounter would love nothing more than for that to happen to me.
It's an unmatched sensation of inescapable helplessness. And it's what I'll have to deal with for every second of my new life.