Number 7: I want to put on some high heels.

You look at number 7, and get goosebumps when you see what it is...

High heels.

These are black, high-heel pumps, which match your black pencil skirt and go along with the "restrictively feminizing" theme.

"It's flirty on top and hobbled on the bottom," you realize. The flowy, gauzy white blouse with the gauze flowers over the poufy sleeves contrasts dramatically with the narrow, close-fitting, sheath which is the skirt.

And now your high heels.

You carry them over to the bench in the middle of the room and slip each one on. Not like before, with the posture training, where they were literally locked to your feet and impossible to remove.

No, this time you are willingly putting on high heels. You have willingly put on panties, a bra, a cute and enticing blouse and this confining skirt.

You no longer need to be **** to do these things, do you? Now you willingly do these these things of your own accord, is that right?

What does this say about you? What does this say about what you've become?

You take some tentative steps in the heels (they are about 3.5", so high, but not like stilts), feeling how they elevate you, how they make your legs long and lovely, how they arch your calves and point your feet.

You also notice how they make your bottom sway as you walk across the room. Immediately your posture training comes back and you realize you can walk naturally in them, as if you'd walked in heels your whole life.

You wonder what men would think, seeing you walking in high heels, your narrow pencil skirt forcing you to take small steps, your legs so long, your bottom swaying.