It’s hard to think of more terrifying thing that could happen to me specifically. Imagine your lights turning off and you suddenly waking up eight years later as an hairy moid with fully mature body, poisoned by testosterone beyond recognition, ribcage even more expanded, muscles in atrophy, skin oily and wrinkled, not a single trace of you ever beeing a troon, no chance to fix anything. Doctors artificially kept you alive for years, and they even tested your blood and noticed that your testosterone was dangerously low so they made sure it comes back to norm - just so you could experience this one moment of pure body horror before begging to be killed.