Zoe, a bank teller.

Zoe felt off as soon as she woke up. Not sick, just like something was wrong with her. She yawned and stretched lazily as she padded into the bathroom.

She turned on the shower and sat down to pee. She was less groggy but still felt weird. She couldn't put a finger on it but the feeling was getting stronger. After cleaning up, she stood and shucked off the clothes she was wearing. She stood nude in front of the mirror, looking at the reflection pensively.

She looked over the body in the mirror. She had worked hard on it and it showed. Years of tennis and a good diet produced excellent results. She reached up and touched the taut belly, the toned arms, the full, rounded breasts. Those were gonna sag someday, she thought. Good thing they weren't hers.

Weren't hers? That was an odd thought. It was true, though. They didn't belong to her at all. Neither did the rest of the body she was looking at. The thought was so natural it took her a moment to notice how bizarre it was. Still, what was the alternative? That she had some sort of claim on this body, like it was exclusively for her? The thought was absurd.

She stepped into the shower and began to wash the body. She supposed that since she was using it, the least she could do was to keep it clean. As she toweled it off, she stared at the cute, round face in the mirror. Now that it wasn't hers, she could tell that it was pretty, with a nice smile.

Zoe wasn't sure whether to go in to work or not. She didn't have a job anymore, but that didn't matter because she couldn't have money. Still, having this body sit around all day would get boring. She looked it over appreciatively again.