Rachel finds an alternate outfit

"Dammit!" she swore, looking across the gap. Unlike the space between her and Willy's balconies this one was more than ten feet away. Far too much distance for her to reach. She'd have to go through the front door if she wanted the dress.

"Fat chance," she muttered, looking down at her gloriously nude body in the bright sunshine of the balcony.

Going back inside Rachel pondered her options and looked around a little more, hoping that inspiration would strike her. A box caught her eye and she realized that she'd overlooked the small thing in her haste. Maybe there would be something useful in it!

Grabbing the knife she'd used on the other boxes she carefully opened the little box, yanking on the cardboard once she'd cut the tape, and stared within.

"Clothes!" she exclaimed, grinning. "And some make-up! And an electric razor! These must belong to Ceci. They sure don't belong to me. But who cares who they belong to!"

Excited, Rachel dashed to the bathroom, flicked the light, and then flicked it again as the bulb stubbornly refused to turn on.

"Goddammit, now the electricity's out too?"

Bouncing up and down in frustration her eyes fell on the brightly lit balcony and she dragged her box outside before plopping herself on the lounge chair that was the only furniture on the old balcony with its light metal railing. Hurrying to get ready she started with the razor, doing her underarms, then one leg and then the other before pausing to look down at the 'jungle' Willy had been laughing at. Remembering his disbelief that she could be a bikini model with that much hair, yet realizing the razor didn't have adjustable lengths, she knew that if she shaved she'd end up completely bald down there.

"Like a slut," she sneered. "Or Ceci. Oh ew, that must be what she uses this for," she grimaced, looking at the machine with horror. Still, she had a job and she couldn't show up looking like a gorilla.

"This better be worth it," she muttered, and dove in. Shaving 'down there' took more doing than she liked, but once she started she couldn't stop. Not without leaving her pussy with a reverse mohawk. After a struggle with the long auburn hairs she was staring down at a pussy mound that was barer than it had been since seventh grade.

Feeling like she'd lost more than a bit of hair Rachel finished up the last of her shaving, using the make-up mirror to find any strays, and moved on to make-up. The small bag had only a few pieces, so she wound up with red lips, mascara, eyeliner, a bit of blush and some blue eye shadow. It was a bit difficult applying it with just a small mirror, but she leaned out over the railing to get as much sun as she could. Finally she reached into the box for the clothing.

"Uh..." she stared at the two pieces of cloth. One was a cut-off t-shirt that looked frayed everywhere. The collar had been cut out, and its sleeves hacked off so that it had two thin ragged shoulder straps. Worse, it barely reached past the bottom of her large breasts. On the bright side, as she found out when she slipped it over her head (being careful not to smudge the make-up), it was loose enough that it accommodated her sizable jugs without squishing them. It flapped a little in the breeze, letting the bottoms of her breasts feel every bit of the wind.

The other garment was a home-made pair of jean shorts that looked like a denim thong. The cheeks had been completely cut out, leaving the seam to thread its way indecently down the middle. It only acquired more material at the very front over the bare area that had once been her bush.

"This definitely better be a good job," she gulped, staring down at herself and going to find her phone, wallet, and those high heels that were the only heels she'd found in the entire apartment. Before leaving she double-checked her phone. She'd installed a great app as soon as she moved here, and this was her first chance to use it. It used her current GPS and the desired destination to plot the best route across Hollywood. True, it only had two stars for some reason, but it told her exactly which bus to get on and where to switch.

Feeling confident that she was as prepared as she could get given her terrible luck, Rachel set out to find the model job that would set her on the path to fame and fortune.