a woman... A WOMAN?!
A naked woman was looking back at you. She was tan with very obvious tan lines at her more private areas and two large sagging breasts. A big ass and a large frame was also part of it. She wasn't fat, but clearly wider than most women. How did you not notice until now? You looked down. How could you have missed the two large mounds of flesh hanging from your chest? The mounds of flesh blocking your view of the rest of your body. You could now tell your body was full of freckles at the tanned parts while your large tits were as white as snow. Your nipples were clearly cold, because they were both large and erect. You got so freaked out you tried to break free from the bed you were strapped to. But to no avail.
"What happened to MY body?" You screamed.
"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." A voice answered calmly.
"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. And if I may say so myself - I think quite a few men wouldn't mind a trip with that body" The voice added, in a way that sent a shiver through your whole body.
"I'm Dr. Michaels by the way. I'll be guiding you through what happens now. And we got quite a bit to cover." He explained. "We'll start by unstrapping you and getting you something to wear." He told you. "I bet you're cold and this is all a bit much. But all will be explained" He finished, with a smug look on his face while staring at your new, large breasts.
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 good money through some made up insurance, so nobody would be able to trace it to anything... nefarious. If you tried to tell anyone, they'd make sure that you'd disappear and this time you wouldn't get to enjoy a second chance at life.
Dr Michaels told you about your new life. You were a divorced woman in her late 40's. 49 to be exact. 50th birthday just 5 months away. Apparently she overdosed on painkillers which made her body a good candidate for the surgery. As her death had been written about in the newspapers already, you were to be moved to a town far away from here with a new identity. They had given you the name Rhonda. They would make sure you had everything you needed - as long as you cooperated and told no one about what they were doing. If you tried to tell anyone or contact anyone you had known, they'd make you go away. Permanently.
After a bit more information, Dr Michaels gave you a pill. He told you it'd make you fall asleep. When you woke up, you'd be in your new location with a new home and of course, your new body. You didn't really have much choice and did as you were told.
When you woke up, you found yourself in a small apartment in some random town in the Midwest. A note and a cellphone had been left on the table next to you. Instructions on how to get access to your new life's founds. $50,000 a month. Enough to live a very comfortable life. You looked over your apartment. There wasn't much more than the room you were in, a small kitchen and a bathroom. A closet filled with clothes was opened and a drawer with underwear was also open, as to draw your attention. The underwear was incredibly skimpy. Nothing but thongs and frilly bras and stockings. In a way, you couldn't help but feel like they were making fun of you. You picked up a bra. Apparently you had G-cups based on the label. No wonder your back was already feeling sore.
You sat down on the bed and slumped down, staring up into the celling. That's when you noticed the large mirror. Jesus Christ. They were definitely trying to mess with you.