Everything about you has changed. You remember everything of who you were before you entered this place, Newtown, your new home, and you're still you... Just a different version of you. A new version. A version named Peggy, who is very much a woman, and very much in love with and sexually attracted to your husband Dan.
With every step of your click-clacking heels, you can feel your wide, child-birthing hips swaying, your entire center of balance having readjusted to walking about with a sizable ass, hips, and bust. Speaking of which, you can feel your new bra cupping your full double-C's, hoisting them upwards, even if the weight causes the straps to dig into your shoulders. Your bosom shifts and bounces with each and every motion, lagging the slightest bit behind before catching up, continuing a little further, before coming back to rest until the new movement. They make a satisfying 'thwump' on bounce-back, pull against your collarbone and under your armpits, and you'd be lying if you told yourself the feeling of your larger nipples brushing against the cups wasn't making you somewhat aroused.
Even your mind is different, your whole being having taken on a new persona. You no longer enjoy the idea of those video games you used to ramble on about; why would anyone waste time with such silly things when the best stories were waiting to be discovered in history books? You know the old you would have been horrified to know he would one day lose interest in his passion, but now, it's hard to see what the old you found appealing about them. Your mind is full of other interests now, from the details of the rise and fall of the Roman Empire to the sociopolitical ramifications of the Industrial Revolution, perhaps the odd romance novel or two, watering the flowers in your garden... Making hot, wild love to your husband...
Speaking of which, you look over to Dan. He smiles down at you, a protective, earnest look twinkling in his eyes. You know he used to be Dana, but it's hard to care about that now. You remember Dana as the spunky, fiery redhead who used to always dominate the tabletop games your group played, who could belch the alphabet from a single swig of soda, and who had hated every moment of high school. Now, though, Dana was Dan. You felt a warmth in your belly as he grabbed your full ass, the warmth slowing creeping down towards your new womanly sex. Judging by the bulge in Dan's pants, you imagine he has certain 'activities' for the evening planned when you get home, ones to which you're very much looking forward to yourself.
However, as you stroll towards the main street of Newtown and the pleasant suburban house you and Dan call home on the other side, you come across Scott's old car. Well, Scott was Margaret now, and she probably didn't even drive anymore, as you knew for a fact she tried to bicycle to work everyday to keep her sugary sweet tooth from making her plump.
"Another life," Dan says as you both pass the car, only you can see a confused, sleepy face in the window.
"We forgot about Marcia," you tell Dan. "We should at least tell her what's happened and re-introduce ourselves."
Dan nods and you head over to the car, opening the back passenger door where a very confused Marcia looks at you two like the strangers you have become. She's the tallest of your former group, with long, dark hair and slightly tanned skin, the resident movie buff. Well, not for long, you imagine.
"Can I help you?" Marcia asks. "Also, have you seen my friends anywhere? About my age? We were headed to a con..."
"Marcia, it's us," you say with a sweet, sad, small smile. "We used to be your friends. My husband Dan here used to be Dana. The chef in the diner ahead of us used to be Scott. My new name is Peggy. We're all still us, but new versions of us. We're residents of Newtown, now."
"...What?" Marcia asks blankly. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"You stole your big sister's favorite hair clip when you were eight, and you felt so guilty about it you've never told her," you say, seeing her face light up in shock. "But you did tell us, and we still remember that. But we're not going to a con anymore, Marcia. We live here now, in Newtown. You should get out and explore some yourself, but be careful what you investigate, as that'll be your new life."