Zoe must've spent a good half-hour admiring your reflection. You had to admit, the way she sat in front of the mirror was kinda cute, holding your black-socked feet together with your block-gloved handpaws. At times, she would pet the soft, auburn fur on your body, focusing especially on her head. Though she initially missed having a full head of hair, she seems to be warming up to the look. And, it felt pretty nice. You imagined it would feel even better if it were a separate person petting your head.
Soon, though, hunger started to take hold. Zoe got up off the floor, and started making her way out of her bedroom, before stopping. "Oh. You know what? Being covered in fur is so nice, it doesn't really feel like I'm naked. But I guess I should put something on, huh?"
She turns back and steps to her discarded clothes. Despite your fingers not being as dexterous, she has little difficulty grabbing her panties between your thumbs. You feel a twinge of embarassment as you realize you're about to wear women's underwear. Zoe senses this. "Don't worry, nobody's going to find this weird." Easy for her to say. You're definitely going to find this weird! But with this body being entirely in her control, you have no say in the matter, as she begins to pull the panties up your furred legs. Feeling the panties brush against your fur the wrong way isn't quite as uncomfortable as cats would lead you to believe. But a problem does arise when they reach your waist: your tail is in the way. These panties can't quite be pulled up all the way. Awkwardly, though, Zoe finishes tugging the panties up front. Great, so not only are you dealing with the distraction of these panties tugged against the base of your tail, but now you also have the VERY different sensation of cloth against your vagina.
Next comes her bra. Now she's REALLY writing home that you're in a female body, now. However, she seems to be having trouble connecting the straps in back with your less dexterous digits. You can sense her getting frustrated, and you hope that she'll give up and discard the bra. However, after a few minutes, she twists the bra around, and has a much easier time connecting the straps in front of your chest. She then twists the bra back, leaving your white-furred breasts resting snugly within the cups of her bra.
Then comes her shirt. She has no trouble getting it on, although wearing a shirt on top of fur isn't exactly the nicest sensation. If your body was still male, you'd probably discard the shirt and go topless. Heck, you're not in public, might as well go topless even in this body.
Zoe seems willing to endure the minor discomfort, though, and grabs her jeans. Initially, she holds them in front of her, considering them. She flicks your tail, reminding you of how her panties are pressed at the base of your tail. After a moment, Zoe turns the jeans around, and puts them on backwards. However, jeans are not meant to be worn backwards, and she finds herself unable to button them over your tail. "Okay, this isn't working. I hope you don't mind if we go bottomless." Off comes the jeans, and off comes the panties, as well.
To be honest, you're not entirely a fan of going bottomless. You'd rather have something covering your butt. Not for modesty, but because you don't like the idea of bare bottoms sitting on seats. It's one reason why you never wanted a dog growing up. Also, Zoe was not entirely correct about your fur coat acting as clothing. As she walks back out of her room, you can feel a light breeze on your vagina.