It was the fourth corset Vanessa had worn in the last 2 years, she had changed so much since then. She didn’t know when the idea had entered her mind but the first corset had cemented it as a deep seeded need in her.
Each new idea seemed to take her farther from where she had started, her now pale skin, the obviously dyed red hair, the heavy makeup. Little did she know it was all her boyfriends doing. He had photo-shopped a picture of her almost three years ago and embedded it as a subliminal message on her computer.
