One week, no turning back.

Elana immediately recognized what she was doing as she started talking herself out of activating her account. She was standing in her own way; just like she'd done her whole life. She'd always been painfully awkward, and she'd always longed for someone to take away from her all of the burdens and expectations of being a grown-up. Especially where social interaction was concerned.

Countless memories of her awkward self came to mind, and she felt the frustration and embarrassment of her awkward lack of social graces. She was a simple woman, with simple wants and needs. She wanted to interact with a man without being so awkward. She wanted to experience everything she could without running away. But she knew she couldn't do that herself—or was simply unwilling to put in the effort to grow into such a person—so she'd have to be content being ****.

Mustering every ounce of conviction she had, Elana pressed her thumb down on the button. She was prompted for a fingerprint, which she provided, and after a moment, her dull gray "inactive" status became a bright green "active." All buttons went dark, locked out and useless for a full week.

It was done. She'd managed to bring herself to do it.

She sat back in her chair with a sigh of satisfaction, looking at the very cheerful green indicator on her profile. But then she looked around and realized nothing had changed. Shouldn't something have happened? Everyone around her continued on doing whatever they were doing without paying her any attention. Legally, she was certain, something had just changed for her, but no one around seemed to know it yet. She wondered how they would find out.

Despite the complete lack of activity, Elana felt a thrill of anticipation as she wondered what would happen next. She was delibertized for a whole week; that was a long time. Someone was bound to find out, or maybe come looking for her.

She looked out the window of the cafe and saw a pair of policemen walking down the sidewalk. Could they be coming for her?

A van pulled up just outside, the windows dark. Was that here for her?

Elana grew increasingly aroused at the idea that she would be completely helpless to protect herself from whoever or whatever ended up happening. She bit her lower lip and pressed her thighs tightly together, more physically aroused than she'd been in a very long time. There was already no way she could change her mind. They'd find her if she tried to flee, whoever they were, and they'd probably punish her for it.

After all, she'd asked for this. She just wished she knew what was going to happen next, the anticipation was starting to make her crazy.