If I couldn't change in private, then I wouldn't change at all. My hands dropped to my side and I squared my shoulders as if I was preparing for a standoff with a real person standing in front of me.
"I will not take off my shirt," I stated simply.
"Take it off," 'Lisa' reiterated.
"No," I declared. "You're not real."
"Shirt. Now!"
For a figment of my imagination, 'Lisa' was quite insistent. "Shut up!" I retorted forcefully.
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