"Well, then who the hell am I?" Zoe said, feeling disoriented.
She looked at her current clothes. They seemed all wrong, and confusing. She left her house, drawn to find something that felt right.
She was in conscious control of herself, but totally disoriented. She went to the local department store and grabbed four different outfits at random, heading for the dressing rooms. No one seemed to notice her. She stripped out of her clothes and tried each one on in turn...but none of them seemed her. Hearing the sound of humming in the next dressing room, she, not knowing what she was doing, totally naked, she walked through the curtain. There was a woman there trying on lingerie, her own clothes hanging on a hanger on the wall.
Zoe felt a sudden sense of identity associated with them, and took the clothes back to her dressing room. She put on the bra and panties, she slipped on a pair of pantyhose, then pulled on a white blouse and a skirt. She slipped on a pair of pumps and slung a pocketbook over her shoulder.
She felt like someone. Meanwhile, in the next stall, the other woman, wearing only lingerie, suddenly left the store.
