The time had come. I've been in this body for over twenty years, almost thirty. I had accumulated enough credits over the years to move into a new body. Move into a new life. To be perfectly honest, I liked the life I had. I was a successful woman in her fifties. I am pretty for my age with big breasts and a slightly 'enlarged' figure. This is to be expected after the decades I have been this person. Now it is time for a change.

I'll start again as a young woman. My entire life will be ahead of me again. I'll do similar things I did before. I'll find a man, fall in love, get married, and have children. It'll be the same basic pattern that I followed with this body, and the body before it, and the body before that. This is the new millennium, I'll probably have a career too. Everyone does, both men and women. It wasn't always this way. In the 1800s, women seldom had careers. I didn't mind it back then, that was the way it was. That's the way it was supposed to be.

Things have changed, and I have changed too. Not just bodies, but outlook. What's the point of acquiring a new body if your mind is stuck in the past? I've known people like me who have done that. The nineteenth century happened, and my friend acquired a new life, but his personality lingered in the eighteenth century. It didn't work out for him. But mostly, when I move on with my life, I leave the old ones behind: my old friends, my old spouse, my old children, I let them all go.

I have to be careful. Once the transformation takes place, I'll need time before I can accumulate enough credits to move on again. This is always a tense time, no matter how many times I had done it before.

I decided long ago, never to steal the life of someone I know. There are too many complications. There are too many mixed feelings. Seeing the people in my old life is hard. Also, stealing the life of someone you know is always painful. I do have some morals.