The plastic surgeon's daughter

While most girls play with and dream about being Barbie few are fortunate enough to possess many of the traits most admired about the famed doll. The beauty, the hair, the tiny waist, the perfect breasts and the pert nose.

Unlike most girls, however, you had a leg up. You inherited good looks from your mother, but more importantly your father is a plastic surgeon.

Your doctor father has spent years adjusting your looks, making you 'better' looking, erasing the defects that mother nature so sloppily provided you with.

Now that you're entering college your transformation may be complete, though you and your father keep a vigilant eye out for any other flaws that might need correcting.

Somehow you managed to score another big prize. All Barbies need their Ken, and you seem to have found yours. True, his name isn't Ken, but he is Mr. Wright. Not only that, he's perfect to look at and not even your father can find fault. But how did you meet?

What were the motives behind the transformation? Was it your choice, your father's, your mother's? Was it a gift or earned? And what kind of a person has it made you? Submissive? Arrogant? Vain? Insecure? Have you worked as much on your mind as your body?