Isabel

It wasn’t uncommon for the sunlight to bounce off one of the other skyscrapers in just the right way to fill the office with a flash of light. But the flash of light one that one day was different. It was like it had a force behind it; it was almost painful, even knocking people to their feet. It didn’t take long for everyone to notice that the flash of light that day was no ordinary flash of light.

Like many of his co-workers, Andrew found himself on the floor after the flash. He felt very strange and oddly hungry, considering he had just eaten lunch. As he began to pick himself up as he noticed a reflection in the office windows. It was the supermodel they had brought in earlier that day for their latest ad campaign. He turned his head behind to get a look at her, but she wasn’t there. Then he noticed that as he turned his head, the reflection of the supermodel did the same. As he slowly stood, once again the supermodel’s reflection mimicked his actions. Finally, he walked slowly to the window and touched it; seeing his own hand touching the reflection of the supermodel. He didn’t want to look down to see what he knew was there; the leather pants, the pink top, the breasts. He jumped when a voice addressed him from behind.

“Isabel, are you okay?” It asked.

“I’m okay, but I’m not Isabel.” Andrew replied.

“That’s what I was afraid of. No one is who they are supposed to be anymore...”