An attendant from the study helped fill out all of the forms while you milled around, still adjusting. Part of the packet with your identity gave you your address, and a basic description of your new family, without any indication of your new family's previous identities of course. Included in the living arrangements was also an attendant, you know, so they could keep track of the health and safety of the participants. So, all told, you were once a young, single man, that was now an even younger girl, who shared a home with 5 others, and apparently no longer single.
Opening the identity packet (IP for short), you went over your family again, trying to memorize the photos and visualize who to look for in the busy hospital lobby:
First, A photo of a grey haired, older, wrinkled gentleman with glasses. He was now your grandfather, on your mother's side. He was wheelchair bound. It made you wonder if he had been altered for the experiment like yourself, perhaps MORE dramatically, making you question how "reversible" some of this may be, if he was even disabled now at all and just had to pretend, or if he had always been disabled. His pronouns were, of course, He/Him, per the IP.
Next, a photo of a young to middle aged woman, with red hair. She/Her. Round face, but what else you could see in the head shot was a very lean neck, professionally styled bun atop her head, brown eyes. She must be the home-maker, bread-winner, matriarch and such, given the next two were younger than yourself
Below your new "mom" was your new pair of identical twin siblings. Yet, again, the question came to mind of if they were altered to that, or were twins before the study, and so on. They were 14 years old, a pair of sisters, so the women outnumbered the men, 4 to 1, or if you had the same attendant who was helping with your discharge paperwork, 5 to one. They were described as a bit rebellious as one was pictured in ultrafeminine attire, with she/her pronouns, in contrast to the other who looked very tomboyish and used they/them pronouns. They were non-binary, it read.
And lastly, with no photo given, you were told on a rotating shift based setup, an attendant would always be around, but interaction was to be kept to a minimum if possible.
Jolting you out of study of the IP, before you could look more into your future, or present( ?) cast of friends, one of them even being a romantic partner, someone had approached you.
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