To tell you the truth, some of the pieces that the company had sent me to model in my YouTube video were not all that great.  One plaid shirt, in particular, was a very different shade of green than how it had been pictured on the website.

Nonetheless, I did score four or five really great pieces from that first haul, and it made me excited to do another video.

Unfortunately, Zamora's plan for me to make money by monetizing my video wasn't really working out.  After a whole week, I had fewer than a thousand views.  I sure wasn't going to pay off my student loans that way!

Whether it was the fact that nobody was watching my video or that I was still as broke as ever, I once again fell into a depression.  It was at this time that I stopped wearing my new clothes in public.

Whenever I went to class or to the cafeteria or somewhere else, I wore my old clothes that I had brought from home.  It was only when I was alone in my dorm room with the door locked that I would slip into my cool, new clothes and watch myself in the mirror as I walked around.

Somehow, I decided to myself that I would never wear my new clothes in public until I had enough for every occasion.  That way, I could take my old clothes and burn them and leave that life behind forever.

And so, that's why Zamora found me in my ratty old sweatpants and T-shirt a couple of weeks after we made my first video.

"Lucy, oh no!  Do not tell me you are depressed again, sweetie," she said as she stepped into my dorm room.

"My video sucked, and you know it, Zamora.  Nobody else is ever going to want me to model their clothes again," I said.

"My beautiful girl, you are so wrong," said Zamora.  "There is a box downstairs with your name on it.  I would have brought it up, but it is too heavy for me."

"What?" I replied.  "Somebody sent me more clothes?"

"I ordered them for you.  Now go get them!" said Zamora with a laugh.

And that's just what I did, this time, barely able to lug the box back to my room.  I vowed right there and then to find someone else to carry those boxes, if this modeling thing should continue.

"Jesus, Zamora.  What did you order?" I said as I let the box plop to the floor.

"I know of a French brand that just opened their first store in Los Angeles, so I told them to send me one of everything in your size," said Zamora with a coquettish wink.

"What?  I don't know, Zamora.  The video we filmed isn't exactly popular, as you know.

"Yes, the problem is that it was too dark.  This time, we will open all the lights so that the world can see you properly," declared Zamora.

"Are you sure you're just the cameraman?  You're also starting to sound like the director," I said with a laugh.

"Yes, I am director, too!" said Zamora, a smile on her face.  "Come now, Lucy.  The first video, this was for learning.  Now, we will make the whole world see how good you look."

"Sure, sure," I said.  But inside, I was really hoping that she was right.  A part of me was burning with desire to step into the perfect outfit and transform into someone amazing.

"What shall I try on first?" I asked Zamora as I let my eyes rove over the enticing line of clothes spread everywhere across my bed and desk chair.

"The yellow crop top paired with those white shorts and the laced sandals," replied Zamora at once.

"Really?" I said because I had been looking more at the leather jacket and ripped jeans.

"I insist.  Anyway, wasn't I right last time?" said Zamora, and her coquettish smile made me laugh.

"Fine, the yellow crop top and white shorts, it is.  I must say I do like the lace edging on the shorts.  And those sandals really are cute," I said.

"Lucy, take off your bra, too," said Zamora as I popped off my old sweatshirt and began reaching for the yellow crop top.

"What?" I replied.  "If I don't wear a bra, my boobs are going to be bouncing all over the place in this thing."

"Your bra is ugly.  And anyway, a little bouncing around, as you say, is perfectly natural, Lucy.  You are a woman.  Do not hide who you are," said Zamora.

"I don't know, Zamora.  I haven't gone without a bra since I was 14 years old," I said.

"Silliness!" said Zamora, her mouth drawn into a tight bow.  "These videos are for women to see you and know how the clothes will look on them.  Many of these women also will want to see how it looks without a brassiere, so you will be helping them."

"If you really think so, Zamora," I said.

"Take off your bra at once," said Zamora.  "And give it to me so that I can go burn it.  You will thank me forever for liberating you from that ugly old thing."

"Oh well, I guess I'm doing this," I said as I unhooked that bra for the last time.

"Wonderful," said Zamora with a grin as she reached out to take my bra.