I was a model student, a star academic and a very promising young woman.

Unfortunately, I was also the kind of person that not many people would miss.

I'd spent my day focused on classes and studies, my nights inside with a good book or movie and the majority of my life more focused on my future than currently having a social life. I was clearly a girl who didn't care about such things. Even looking at my clothes and their slapped together, comfortable, modest and tomboyish style would show that I didn't care about people's attention. In fact, I wanted it away from me. And I'd done a pretty good job of that, except for a human trafficking syndicate that loved lonely girls who wouldn't be reported missing until it was too late. One minute I was walking down the street to class, wearing a sweatshirt, baggy cargo pants and my thick rimmed classes. The next, there was a prick on my neck and everything went black.

I woke up to a police officer shining a light in my face, feeling *very* weird as a massive headache began to dissipate.

"Please stay calm. You're safe now. We've managed to remove most of the mental programing and are looking into how to remove the triggers."

I clenched my eyes, the bright light killing me. What the heck was he talking about? I tried to love my arms or legs but they were stuck in place, metal circles attaching my wrists and ankles to...what even is this?

"The syndicate has been broken up and we're going to get you home. I'm sorry you had to go through any of this."

I shook my head, only to see long blonde hair somehow get in my face. What the...I had brown hair?!

I looked down and gasped in shock and horror as I saw the state I was in. I was wearing a tight pink latex dress that seemed tailor made to show off as much cleavage as humanly possible. My feet were clad in 6 inch heels. My nails were long, fake and pink. And I was standing inside a giant toybox, with I was some sort of life sized barbie.

"What's going on!?"

The officer hesitated for a moment, seeing that I was clearly having a bit of trouble accepting all this. "For the past month you've been held captive by a group of human traffickers while they altered your mind. We've managed to fix it...mostly and rescue you before you were sold. But there are some effects we're still working to get rid of."

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So I'm looking to play as an intellectual and dorky tomboy who tries to return to her normal life after being kidnapped and reprogrammed. The catch is that there are still a bunch of triggers implanted in my head, some I'm aware of and some I'm going to discover. As I try to go back to my old life, they're going to make things very difficult for me and very fun for us.

Below are my kinks and limits and while this is pretty open ended, I do ask that you respect them and most of all, please be literate. If you want to show me you can do both of those things, putting the password 'Can't Help Herself' somewhere in your subject line would be a big help.

Kinks: Humiliation, Costumes, embarrassment, outfit control, dress up, heels, female feminization, bimbofication, teasing, bondage (from light to heavy but the heavier the better), overstimulation, exhibitionism, latex, encasement, voyeurism, begging, cuteness/awkwardness, playful/creative partners, role reversal, slavery, corruption, toys, gags, pegging, plugs, blindfolds, collars, leashes, equipment, mounts, denial, unique bondage setups/games, predicament bondage, ENF, strength dynamics, height dynamics, objectification

Limits: -interfamily stuff, pregnancy, blood, pee, poo, animals, or animalist elements, transformation into anything inhuman, nonhumanoids, hyper tfs, pain, feet