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Well, the thought of turning into a stocky, muscular 50-year-old woman -- my female counterpart -- doesn't actually bring any erotic fantasies to mind. I'd only take the deal if my wife could, too. Seeing sex from each other's side would be instructive to both of us.
Also, we could take turns being "the guy" or "the wife" in situations where one sex or another is expected to take the lead. It'd be instructive, and also easier on both of us. Like, when I didn't feel like negotiating with an automechanic, we'd switch genders and she'd do it without automatically being devalued for being a woman. Or when we were going to a women-oriented store that was dominated by particularly bitchy females, I'd take the lead -- because I'm impervious to the art of the indirect-but-vicious female putdown.
Oh yeah, and the restroom thing; going female for when you want a clean one, going male for when you want a quick piss without standing in line.
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