Grace Chen, 18. Naive submissive.

I was eighteen years old and freshly graduated from highschool when it happened. It was a normal day like any other at my summer job as a lifeguard at the city pool.

I was watching an endless line of people jump from the diving board into the deep end when I felt... something. It was just an instant and then it was gone, but that strange feeling left a brand new truth emblazoned in my mind.

I spent the rest of the day thinking about it. In retrospect, I'm glad no one actually drowned, because I might not have noticed. I spoke with Sasha, my lifelong friend and fellow lifeguard about it. She had felt it, too, and drawn the same undeniable conclusion.

College freshmen women at the bottom of their class would become subhuman things with no rights. It was simple. I tried to recall if that had always been true. It hadn't, I decided, but why not? It only made sense.

Within days, the news stations all reported on the inevitable result of this new truth. The government had unanimously adopted a law dictating requirements on all colleges and universities to reflect this new reality, and these centers for learning had adopted new policies accordingly. It was only reasonable. I was glad to see them take such a progressive interest.

It shouldn't have interested me in the slightest. I had always been a fantastic student. My parents were strict and had ensured I had received a very good education. I was a straight-A student. Brilliant, if my teachers were to be believed.

But it wasn't as simple as that. See, as soon as that law passed, I saw nothing but opportunity. I wanted to fail. I'll explain.

I have come to realize that I have some issues that express themselves in my sexuality. Perhaps due to my overly strict father, or the mountain of expectations placed on me; I'm not really sure. But I have always been fascinated by things I now recognize as BDSM, as well as degradation, humiliation, and dehumanization. The whole damsel in distress paradigm really lights my fire.

I have a small collection of dirty novels I hide in my room. I search out pornography on my computer on occasion. It really excites me. Like, really. But I can never truly indulge. It's too shameful. Not respectable. I have a boyfriend, and he once agreed to bind my hands during our otherwise boring sex. It was thrilling, but he wouldn't do anything more. He told me he respected me too much.

Pathetic, but I couldn't just shop around. I had a reputation to uphold. Still, it left me yearning for so much more.

I sat at my computer, reviewing the official policies from a number of colleges regarding their compliance with the new TRAP law. There were subtle differences in execution, but the underlying theme was all the same.

I had a bright future ahead of me. I came from a good family, I had a great academic record. I could go to any college I wanted, and would be surrounded by very respectful people my entire life. I wouldn't get another chance to totally and inescapably free myself from all of their respect and expectations just so I could have a little fun.

It would only need to be for a week. I could manage that. I pulled open another document and began reading. Oh, this was exciting. Rather than use a composite total for the semester, this school performed individual tests each week and selected their lowest scoring freshman from the results of that test alone. And it was considered separately from GPA. I could have my cake and eat it too, so to speak.

I smiled and navigated to their admissions page. I finally knew where I was going to college in the fall.