This very Author

Ali blinked. One moment she was sitting at her desk writing a smutty story, the next a spotlight was in her face as she stood on a stage surrounded by studio equipment. She looked around, saw the host and assistant, and slowly, everything began to fall into place.

"Oh shit..." She groaned. "This cannot be happening."

The audience saw something different, a 30 year old woman pop into existence. She was very tall for a woman, a hair over 6'1, but pretty in spite of that. She had an angular face with wavy brown hair that, pulled into a ponytail as it was, fell between her shoulder blades. She wore a pair of short shorts and a tank top, exposing a toned, fit body that clearly spent a lot of time at the gym; a runner by nature with long legs, toned thighs and a round bottom below a trim waist.

"Oh, it can be happening. And it is," Jack said with a malevolent grin. "Ali here is a scholar turned sales manager, 31 years old with a new boyfriend and an apartment she shares with one of her best friends. Though she lives in a big northern city now, she comes from the deep south and can't quite seem to shake that accent despite having lived there for 10 years now."

He turned to her.

"She also moonlights as an amateur erotic author who enjoys mind control, submissive fantasies with an emphasis on bimbofication. You enjoy becoming your own opposite, Ali?"

"Something like that..." She said sheepishly. "Have I just been sucked into my own fucking story?"

"It does seem that way," Jack confirmed. "But on the bright side, who doesn't want a chance to live out their fantasies? I trust I don't have to tell you the rules?"

"No," Ali sighed. "You really don't."

She wasn't as panicked as she felt she probably should be. She suspected (again, largely because she was the writer of all this) that the stage itself had some sort of calming effect that prevented its **** guests from freaking out about their predicament.

"In that case, go ahead and select a case! There are 20 in total."

Ali picked one based on her lucky number. "I'll go...7."

"Let's see case number seven!"