Sure enough, two days later, there was once again a box waiting for me at the front desk of my residence hall, this one about three times bigger than the first one.

After lugging it upstairs, I took my time unpacking everything because I was paranoid about damaging the clothes before I had a chance to film my video.

But before I could lay everything out, Zamora popped into my room.

"Ah, the clothes came!" cried Zamora.  "Excellent.  What do you have to do for your little film?"

"The rules say that I have to wear each piece and then give my feedback about each one," I told her.

"Wonderful!  Let us begin," said Zamora.  "I am sure that you will look very good in these clothes, Lucy."

"Uh, Zamora, I didn't grow up in Europe, like you.  I'm not really used to changing in front of other people."

"Ha!" replied Zamora.  "Stop being a little girl.  You will not die if I see your bra and panties.  Come, now!  I am the one who found you the clothes, so i want to see you wear them."

"Fine, I guess," I muttered, feeling ashamed that I felt guilty about being so shy about changing clothes.  But then I realized that I was about to make a video for the whole world to see, and so I plucked up my courage.

After I finished laying everything out on the bed, Zamora and I went through everything to decide what to pair with what.  I was in love with a pair of light-blue denim shorts with a heart sewn onto one pocket and an off-shoulder dark blue top, but Zamora was most excited about a pleated skirt and cardigan sweater.

"All right, shall we start to film, Lucy?" said Zamora.  "I can be your cameraman.  This will help you to make a really good video."

"Camera --man--?" I said with a laugh.  "Fine.  But first let me lock the door."

In those days, the only camera I had was my phone, and I didn't even own a tripod.  So it turned out pretty fortunate for me that Zamora was there right from the beginning.

"Do not worry, Lucy, I will not film you naked!" said Zamora with a laugh.

"Somehow, I don't believe you," I said with a smile on my face, grateful that her remark had distracted me from my nervousness.

"Okay, here we go," I said before slipping out of my sweat pants.

After I had everything on, Zamora filmed me walking around the room in three different ways, doing my best to try and imitate my vague memory of how models are supposed to walk.

By the time I had changed into the fourth outfit, I had completely lost all of my inhibitions about being half-naked in front of Zamora.  In fact, we were laughing and joking around most of the time when she wasn't filming.

After I completed my "catwalk" in the last outfit, Zamora asked me which combination had been my favorite.  To my surprise, I had to agree that the skirt and sweater that Zamora had chosen was the one that I thought had looked best on me.

"Okay, if this one is your favorite, change back into that.  Then, you will do your reviews of each piece while wearing that one," said Zamora.

"Hey, that's a really good idea!" I said.  And then I did as she suggested.

Since the other clothes were heaped in a pile on the bed, I decided to do my reviews while sitting next to them.  But when I sat down, I saw that my skirt was riding up pretty high on my thighs even after I did my best to tug it down.

"Stop pulling on your skirt!" said Zamora.  "You look fine.  You can trust me.  I am the cameraman."

"Fine," I said with a laugh.  And then I gave her the signal to start filming so I could go through each piece of clothing and give it my honest review.

"That's it, we're done!  You were fabulous, Lucy," said Zamora after we finished.

But that simple video was only just the beginning!