Karen, a single mother

You experienced a teen pregnancy—an all-too-common story of high school missteps: girl meets boy, they find each other attractive, but poor sexual education and teenage recklessness lead them to take little to no precautions. Then, the girl starts wondering why she missed her period, takes a pregnancy test with a sinking feeling, and around the same time that it comes back positive, the boy disappears from town. The girl is left to deal with the aftermath on her own.

You’ve struggled a lot since then, but through a mix of luck and incredibly hard work, you've managed to provide for yourself and your daughter comfortably for over twenty years.

Amidst everything, one thing lingered—the way that boy disappeared as soon as you became inconvenient. It wasn’t right. From what you knew of him, you figured it was more about panic than anything personal. Yet, strangely enough, instead of feeling betrayed, you found yourself drawn to the idea. You liked it. The thought of being nothing more than something to be used at someone else's convenience intrigued you, and from there, the fantasies began to grow as you learned more about yourself.

Still, your daughter came first. It wouldn’t be right to abandon her for a fantasy. But deep down, you knew what you wanted.