"What am I wearing?" she said aloud.
She didn't know why, but she was wearing a black T-shirt over a ripped fishnet shirt, a black leather miniskirt, fishnet stockings, and a pair of black knee-high buckled boots with four-inch stacks.
She recognized the clothes and the room as those of her daughter, Zoe. Looking in the mirror, her face was even made up like Zoe did.
Was this some sort of joke?
