Relief and yet worry. Since a female incarnation of me probably be a homely looking tomboy, I'd probably scare away all the guys. My first thought would probably be weight, and then any wondering about being knocked up would essentially be asking myself if some doctor used a test tube and turkey baster while I was asleep or some F***ed up crap like that (and probably scheming a Lorena Bobbit for the time being). After a test revealed false, I'd be relieved...then as it became apparent it was a tumor and not weight, I'd probably worry until things went whatever way they must. Then I'd be pissed because I'd be broke and using the rest of my life to pay for the operation.
Having to be infused with metroid DNA in order to save your own life from X-parasites, and yet the only place you could afford to live was fridgid cold.
We'll murder them all, amid laughter and merriment...except for the few we take home to experiment!
"I cant see S***! --YOU GO TO HELL!" --Tourettes guy