Luckily, it did

Katy had tears in her eyes as she almost forgot everything about her past life, including how to read and write, and how to do math. And then it all came back, and it was like she could breath again. In this world, her knowledge was already a super power on its own.

She put the rulebook in its pocket dimension and finished her coffee. She needed to go to work. Her knowledge of this world told her that she was a make up assistant for a photographer.

Katy left the café and got a "Nice ass" on her way. She smiled at the fact that some things doesn't change, no matter the world. In the street, every women were dressed in very revealing clothes. Slutty some would say. The clothes given to women, in the shelters, were all like that. The stores didn't sell women's clothes, women didn't have money for that in the first place.

On the way to work, she observed several women being fucked by men in their car or behind a corner, barely hiding. Women couldn't say no to men, so they were often used as cum dumpster. And since the pill didn't exist, a lot of girls were in various stage of pregnancy.

Katy arrived at the studio just before nine. Her boss, Jamie Ford, an early thirty years old black man with a shaved head, was already there.

"Ah, Katy peach, you're here ! I have a new model waiting in the changing room. Prepare her for the shooting." He said.

"Yes, mister Ford." The redhead answered.

She then went to the changing room to find an Hispanic girl in the twenties dressed in a short yellow dress. She had make up, but it wasn't great. The room in itself had several shelves of clothes and a hairdresser chair and desk with a mirror.

"Hi, I'm Katy, what's your name ?"

"Marina." The girl answered shyly.

The girl was several inches taller than Katy, but she was used to it in this form.

"Ok, Marina, sit on the chair, we'll do some magic."

"What do you mean ?"

"I'll put on some make up, do your hairs and give you nice clothes for the shooting."

"I can do my make up..."

"It's shooting make up, you'll see, it's not the same thing."

"Oh, ok..."

Marina obediently sat on the chair and Katy started to do her work.

"Is mister Ford a nice man ?" Asked the Hispanic girl.

"He's a man, he cannot be trusted that much, but he's not too bad. You will get paid if you do what he asks you."

Marina didn't say anything, but she understood. Katy gave her a good hair do, brushing them, giving them some volume. She then do her make up to look great on pictures. The girl was clearly astonished of the work, and Katy was proud of it. She did it all thanks to her memories of this world, but wasn't sure how it would look.

"I look so pretty..." Marina said.

"Now, the clothes." Katy told her.