Seems sort of giggle-worthy that being thrown thousands of light years across space is okay, and piloting a gigantic ship as if it were one's own body is okay, complete with the 'physical' sensations of firing guns etc, and being able to train into any faction/size/fit-compilaton of ship is also perfectly okay of you feel like it, but oh noes, you better not get into a body with a bra size one size larger than your own, or shorter hair, etc, cause body dysmorphia.
That you could cure the next morning, by, oh, clone jumping back into your own body. Or much like training to fly a new frigate, simply injecting the knowledge of any newly shaped body you're clone jumping into, since they're pretty crafty with the brain and its functioning/scanning/programming... unless they're killing off plot characters.
Unless they're using a RL term for a usual EVE-science-magic-spirit-abomination, which is always possible.