Getting your bearings

The government issue suit is the standard one size fits none type. Too tight across the chest and hips too loose everywhere else. But it does a good enough job of hiding your new sleeve taking the edge of the waves of dysphoria that threaten to break down your fragile calm. You try not to dwell you your body and instead focus on the small mundane tasks at hand.

Once you are dressed you follow a glowing green arrow down the windowless hall to join a small group of other resurrectees. The group is a seemingly random mix of ages races and body types all with slightly bewildered expressions on their faces. You suppose you probably have that same look and you wonder if any of them have had a change as drastic as yours. You could ask but none of them seems keen to talk so you've got no way of telling what kind of people they were to start with. Instead, you take an empty chair and sit in silence watching a presentation that explains resleeving in terms that even a child would find simplistic and patronising. There's a lot of emphasis on accepting your new body and any personality changes that might come with it and a none too subtle implication that making too much fuss about the new you will not end well. After about an hour it comes to an end, much to your relief. Apart from being stack shreddingly dull the hard plastic chair provided has also proved fiendishly uncomfortable. You'd extra padding on your new backside would help with that but if anything it's worse.

Another government flunky hands you a basic wrist comm and directs you to the exit. The comm unlocks automatically as you snap it around your wrist and informs you you've been assigned tempory accommodation in a halfway house and that your personal account has been credited with a one-time victim support payment. The money is the first pleasant surprise you've had in a long time and you are already making a list of things to spend it on. You are so distracted by the prospect you are surprised to find yourself in the clinics brightly lit atrium...