Possessed

Bill knew something strange was happening when he removed drapes and began wearing them as a tunic. He was a lumberjack by trade. The only dancing he did was line dancing at the barn every Saturday night.
He was driven to go to the cosmetics department at a Walmart, where he purchased mascara, rouge,  eyeliner, conditioner and false eyelashes. A cultured voice in his head told him the must dance barefoot in the tunic and full makeup.
His fellow workers did not understand why he would whirl and leap and stretch in sub freezing temperature. He was told to shave his beard, but keep his long red hair. He guessed maybe this woman left this earth too soon and wanted closure through him.
A veteran librarian saw him dancing and exclaimed it was like watching a very large, muscular Martha Graham.
Martha who? Bill asked.