...A man, probably around 50 years old. He wasn't fat, but he wasn't fit either. You always had a hard time telling, but you think he'd be considered quite handsome. A bit of hair on his upper chest. He was blond, although graying. His blue eyes looking back at you as you stared into the mirror. At your new body. You felt tears running down your cheek. What was going on here? Why were you this man?
"What happened to MY body?" You asked. "Well, that body died almost a month ago, in your accident. Prepping your brain for this surgery is not easy work, you know. Then we had to wait for a useable body to put you into. But I believe you were cremated. What was left of you anyway."
"I'm... dead?" You asked. "In a way, yes. But as you can see in the mirror in-front of you... You're quite alive. Sure, a bit older. But alive." the man answered.
"I'm Dr. Michaels by the way, I'll be guiding you through what happens now. And we got quite a bit to cover. We'll start by unstrapping you and getting you a gown. You're clearly cold" he said looking down at your crotch.
Soon enough you were dressed and back in bed. Dr. Michaels told you about what was going on. That this was a secret lab, run by powerful and rich people in well connected positions in the top of government. He also told you that you'd be taking over the life of your new body. People couldn't know about what was going on. As long as you did what you were told - you'd be paid well "through a made up insurance" he called it. If you tried to tell anyone, they'd most likely think you were insane. And they'd put you into psychiatric care, proving whoever you tried to tell right. Or at least convince them you were indeed just a mad old man. You'd then get to live out the rest of your life in a ward. Trying to contact people from your former life would mean the same.
He also told you the body you now inhabited had a wife and two grown children. The children had been told that 'Philip', that was your new name, had been in an accident and lost his memories. Your new wife, on the other hand, knew about the experiment. She knew the man coming home to live with her was not her husband. But rather a young man in the body of her husband.
You really had no choice but to accept all this. After a week of keeping track on you, to look for unforeseen side-effects, they sent you home. To your new home. Your wife was named Lily. She was 49 years old, two years younger then Philip. Now you. Lily was pretty short, with a real mombod. A big ass and two large tits. Chubby but curvy. Short, red, hair. They lived in a small apartment, not feeling the need for something large when it was only the two of them. That meant you were going to share a bed. Lily insisted. You were to mentally taken by all of what was going on to even question the logic in it.
As you got home for the first time, after Lily giving you a tour of the small apartment (Bedroom, Bathroom, living room and kitchen) you sat down in their, now you and Lily's, couch. You and Lily talked quite a bit. If everything wasn't so incredibly awkward, it was almost like a date. Lily kept asking about you and your prior life and took a real interest. You asked about hers and she was more than willing to talk about what she enjoyed doing on her spare time. But whenever you asked what kind of man Philip had been, she went silent and only responded with that it didn't matter. If you weren't so distraught about the fact you lost your former life, you would have really enjoyed the chat you had. Lily was funny and interesting and despite the mental age difference, you had quite a lot in common. She also clearly found you charming and funny as well. The thing she had the most trouble understanding was the fact you liked to play computer games. Her and, you guessed, your children was also into it. Not because she thought anything negative about the hobby. She just didn't know anything about it and whenever she had asked her children when they were younger she'd only get the regular old response about "Oh my god, you won't get it". She said she was totally fine with getting you a computer with some of the "insurance money" and that maybe you could teach her about it, too. She was clearly into getting to know you. You guessed you couldn't blame her. It would make things easier. You had kind of forgotten you were someone else for a little while there. That had felt good. You hadn't had that kind of connection with a woman since your girlfriend. But reality soon hit you again when your girlfriend, former girlfriend, got to the forefront of your mind. You felt down about the whole thing. Knowing you'd not see her again. Knowing she thought you were dead.