1. Every year, the frats at my college would rent beach houses a couple of hours from campus for spring break and throw week long parties. I was really surprised when I got an invite to come out to one of them, considering I wasn't in a frat, and I didn't have any friends that did the frat thing. I hadn't really made any friends on campus, and this seemed like a great opportunity. I went down to the beach the first Friday of spring break with just a backpack filled with a couple of changes of clothes, driving a car that threatened to breakdown once a week. The last thing I remember was the party getting started and getting handed my first drink by some guy I didn't know. The next thing I know, I'm waking up on an unfamiliar part of the beach, wearing a blue and white gingham top, a blue plaid skirt, makeup, and my blonde hair has been dyed blue to match my outfit. On top of not knowing where I am, and being dressed like a girl, my phone, keys and wallet are all nowhere in sight.

2. Family has always been more important to me than anything else. That's how I ended up working at my uncle's frozen yogurt shop, dressed up like a girl. He was having a rough time keeping anybody working there for $10 an hour plus tips, and without being able to keep it open for consistent hours, he was bleeding customers. On top of that, I'd been a drain on my mom's bank account for over a year now, and with inflation it was really starting to take a toll on her finances. My first week there stopped the bleeding, but the tips weren't great, and my uncle's customer base wasn't recovering fast enough. That's when he pitched me on the idea that a bit of eye candy might help both of us out. So here I am, hair pulled up into a pony tail, make up on, wearing tight denim shorts that show off my shaved legs, for my family.

3. I'm a few weeks away from completing my final project for a coding bootcamp when my computer is hijacked and my files held ransom. Instead of being some scammer thousands of miles away though, trying to extort money out of me, the person holding my life in their hands seems to have other goals. The mysterious hacker wants to play a little game with me. The next day a package arrives on my doorstep, containing a woman's outfit, and that's just the start.

These scenes can be anywhere between a romance set-up to something completely non-consensual happening to my characters.