Foggy tufts appeared, wisping out of her clothes. Small breaths, as if she'd been using an e-cig and hidden pockets of vapor snuck their way out later. She took off her sweater, and then her shirt. She took off her bra, and found gauzy orifices all over herself. As she moved, the fog puffed out of the holes, like small mouths blowing smoky Os.

Chunks of herself were releasing from her body, gassing out, moving on, letting go. It didn't hurt, and she stared at herself in a mirror. She took off her shoes, and pants. Small holes were on her feet, larger ones on her calves, the largest ones on her hips and buttocks. Naked, she moved her body this way and that in the mirror. She felt like a ghost, slowly disappearing.

Puff.

Puff.