It was sad, really.

I was in the school's prestigious STEM program when we met, looking to go from valedictorian to Summa Cum Laude. What happened next wasn't my fault. It was even yours. It was just your nature, after all. It was the fault of whoever assigned us the same dorm. You were a hung and hungry stud, one who'd decided to turn your roommate into your personal toy long before you even met me. There were challenges, of course. I was a dorky, virgin tomboy who'd never worn a dress or heels and cared more about ancient dig sites than relationships. But you were a master manipulator. You made me think you loved me. You pulled on my heart strings like a puppeteer and soon you were using me every night and every morning.

That was just the start. Soon you took complete and total control of my life. Everything I had, was or could be was in the palm of your hand. Soon I was tettering around in 6 inch heels every day. Soon my hair was bottle blonde. Soon I was a dropout, living with you in your family's mansion, always dressed to impress and always ready to be taken.

Like I said, it was a sad story. It was also super hot.

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Hey, so I'd love to play a manipulated tomboy nerd who becomes the epitome of the word "Trophy Wife." I'm only interested in literate partners so please be able to write 1-4 paragraph and message with the subject "Sparkly" so I know you read all this. Can't wait to hear from you!