Seeing Double

Elizabeth covered her mouth.
Stupid, stupid! Why was she acting like this? Surely a little bit of unforeseen, apparently permanent nudity, which she would never live down, and we're talking butt, stark raving naked-

Okay so maybe it was getting to her.
Elizabeth shook her pretty head, rubbed her beautiful eyes, looked down, past her hanging breasts, and started to quietly cry.

Just like she had told herself, there were constants and variables to account for her situation.

Elizabeth was looking at her own nude likeness, bare shoulders tastefully cropped above the chest, on a crisp Columbian dollar bill! This poor Elizabeth was definitely naked, because just next to her image, in small writing, was her title- "The Nudist of Columbia". And she didn't look happy about it. The Elizabeth of the dollar bill was looking at the ground, eyes downcast and ****.

Suddenly, everything made sense. Elizabeth shivered, and not just from the breeze on her birthday suit.

In this world, Elizabeth was, for some reason, condemned to a life of nudity. She was also powerless. Using her powers would merely exhaust her and nothing more, as it had done to our heroine in the hall. And because our Elizabeth entered this world, she too was condemned to nudity and normality for the same unknown reason.

This was bad. Very bad.

Elizabeth tipped her naked toes to a nearby bookshelf, and doing what she did best, sat down with a presumably good history book.

There had to be something in here that would explain her naked state. Columbia was a pinnacle of the sciences, far beyond what the surface world could attain. Someone had to have an idea....right?

The naked Elizabeth only hoped.