Rachel Simmons

Rachel Simmons is a 29 year old woman. She is 5 foot 3 inches tall with scrawny body that wouldn’t look out of place in coffin. All elbows, shoulders, knees and ribs she doesn’t have any overly soft areas. Even her butt is lacking meat, sitting down on a hard surface for too long sends it numb as she lacks the natural padding most have. Breasts? A forlorn dream, she thinks she is around an A cup but doesn’t actually know. The thought of wearing a bra to support... nothing depresses her, so she doesn’t bother. Her face doesn’t even make up for her body. Plain and unremarkable she could be in the background of an entire photo album, and no one would even notice. Her grey blue eyes are pale but not vibrant quality, even in sunlight they don’t stand out. Under her eyes are dark bags from overwork, stress and lack of sleep adding to her zombie like appearance. Her hair is an utterly average shade of brown she keeps in a shoulder length bob. She at least brushes this... On days she leaves the house. Her hands are slender and delicate, perfect for playing piano... If she had the capability. Fashion, not really something Rachel has ever pinned down. She doesn’t dress badly... Just not very well. Clothes don’t seem to hang right off her frame somehow. For office wear she opts for a blouse, cardigan and trousers. Outside of works tank tops are usually hung over her scrawny shoulders. If she isn’t leaving her flat just panties go with them, if she is trousers, jeans or shorts. She doesn’t wear skirts having neither the hips nor the chest to pull off the feminine look. Makeup isn’t something she really owns, why bother if no one is looking anyway. She does own a tube of lipstick but that’s about it.

Rachel is best described as permanently down on her luck, she isn’t pretty and she isn’t smart or funny enough to compensate. She is reasonably smart but years of being a ghost or footstool have sucked the motivation out of her. She just plods away like the little office drone she is. She lives in a simple one-bedroom flat alone, no pets and no visitors besides the occasional check in from her parents. She owns an old Ford Ka with a dent in the door panel. Rachel is burnt out and demotivated. She works, sleeps, eats, masturbates and not much else. She just quietly exists telling herself it will get better soon despite things never changing. Her dating is equally as pathetic as the rest of her resistance. With all the physical allure of well-trodden doormat she doesn’t get any attention in daily life. She had been told that dating apps are easy for women, but this hasn’t been the case for her. Barely any matches and the ones she did manage to land turned out to be sleezebags trying to sell her cryptocurrency and NFTs. While the thought disgusts her, she hasn’t even been approached for a disposable fuck to be discarded the next morning. Naturally this has sent her body confidence to rock bottom. She craves something meaningful. She hopes her virginity will count as a plus when Prince charming finally arrives, guys like that for wife material right? Outside of work Rachel is pretty lonely. Friends don’t really exist. She was never the centre of a group growing up. Only ever a background character. As she finishes school and started working the messages slowly dried up with only her ever initiating conversation. At some point she stopped trying too and ended up where she is now. Naturally for a woman like herself she likes books, the classical escape from reality. RPG games are also a go to for her, especially ones where she self-insert... Preferably with sex scenes. PC is her preferred platform for all the mods to expand on relationships and content. Of course, she plays the SIMS creating a version of herself in game and having a little family in a sad contrast to her real life. Cooking isn’t a strong suit of Rachel’s she never really learned growing up. She can cook the odd simple dish. Rather than turning to junk food and snacks she just doesn’t eat much. If she can’t summon the energy to try (which is often) she will just have a sandwich. She doesn’t have any particular hobbies outside watching TV, playing games and fingering herself stupid. Rachel hates women with big tits, pure jealous envy. They always steal all the attention, get all the credit for project success and generally excel where she fails. Occasionally she finds herself on femcel forums lamenting her bad genetics.