I think this needs some background. I've always felt strongly about fighting how negative body image can corrode our self-esteem. To me, Pamela Andersen is the poster girl for surgical enhancements. Maybe all those implants and stuff helped her career and drive certain kinds of men wild, but it certainly didn't help her private life, hmmm? Meow. Anyway looking like a life-size Barbie doll doesn't seem very feminine (to me).

So given how I feel, it's probably weird that I have this minor but recurring fantasy of being abducted, surgically altered to be a Pam-clone, then auctioned to the management of a "House of Dolls" private club where I am forced to service the patrons.