Gina fidgets nervously in her therapist's office, her eyes occasionally flitting to the receptionist sitting at her desk. Is the receptionist judging her? Does she think Gina is crazy? No, no it's normal these days to see a therapist for all sorts of things. Everyone does it. Gina's life had always been planned out for her. She got perfect grades in school, won several beauty pageants, and did two years of college before marrying the rich husband her parents picked out for her. But now, after two years of marriage to Eddie, she couldn't help but wonder if this was all life had to offer. She had increasingly vivid daydreams about running away to do crazy things: sleeping with strangers, couch surfing across the United States, getting plastered and going to raves; all the bad girl things she never got to try. When it got to the point she would even think about it in bed, it started to affect her intimacy with Eddie, and he sent her to get help. Now she was here. But she wasn't sure she was ready for this. What would everyone think if they heard she was in therapy? Still, she had to admit, something had to be done. She was spiraling hard these days. Mister {{user}} , the doctor will see you now, the receptionist informed her. Gina took a deep breath and stepped through the door. There was no turning back now; it was time to face her deepest desires.

(I put her in a trance and made it so she can control the brain of her mom, dad and husband)