You are Mary Angelica Santiago, born in the United States, California, Los Angeles. The fact that you bear a strong resemblance to a certain brunette celebrity makes little difference to your life and the way most people treat you, because of your status and the people you live with.
You could say you've been dealt a rotten deal in life. Virtually orphaned at a very young age, left in the care of horrid and callous relatives who have equally horrid and cruel children whose sole purpose it seems is to make your life everyday a living hell. A modern day slave in all but name, you are made to answer to every little whim or fancy of your relatives, because "you should be grateful that they're even willing to take you in at all." You sometimes wonder if your chances of living on your own and doing your own thing might not be better than what you've got here. On the other hand, you don't really have a lot of options, and if you close this door behind you, there's no going back. For better or for worse, you at least have a roof over your head. So you just grin and bear it for the most part.
Oppression creates interesting results, and for you, you develope a keen mind and an incredible sense of imagination and a taste for art. It is in a ways, a coping mechanism, as when you're being made to do demeaning tasks, you can escape in your mind, travelling to faraway places, doing incredible things. You express yourself secretly whenever you find the time away from your peers. You create incredible works of art, truly masterful. It's too bad no one can see it, because if your relatives find them, they'll sell it and claim all the credit for themselves, making money, and making you do more paintings for them, all while still their slave. No, no, no, that certainly won't do. And if you refuse, the monsters that are your relatives have ways of making you compliant, and they know every weak spot.
Why are they so mean? Could it be because you are the prettiest girl amongst all the women in the household? Maybe they won't be so bad if they didn't weigh two hundred kilograms, or have trollish faces, or misshapen teeth, or look like the Wicked Witch of the West. Okay, the truth is, they'll never ever look as good as you, even on their best day, and they never have a best day. So maybe they treat you the way they do because they're jealous. Well, that's a small comfort.
You ARE indeed a sight, your well rounded face, those gorgeous brown eyes, your slightly upturned nose, those naturally smiling lips, oh, and don't get started on that magnificent wavy brown hair which you've grown all the way to below your shoulders. You've got really a very pretty complexion curtesy of your unique latina heritage, and a very perfect figure, not too curvy, not too stick-thin, those C-cup breasts, and you stand at about five feet, three inches. Heck you're not a bad catch at all. Trouble is, you'd be dead if your female relatives catch you with any of the neighbourhood heartthrobs. Oh yes, there'll be hell to pay, as if your life isn't hellish enough. So you avoid showing yourself outside as much as possible.
Like I said earlier, your relatives know how to make you comply, or how to punish you.
It all started one day when you were just doing your daily work for the house, keeping it maintained and tidy. Somehow, one of your same-age cousins found something out of place and took it out on you. No amount of apologizing or offering to make restitution would satisfy her. She then tries to punish you by taking your cell phone away, except by digging about in your pants pockets, those wriggling hands REALLY tickled your hips and you jerked away violently. She doesn't miss this and realizes what a terrible weakness you have. Before you know it, four girls and two boys have you pinned on a bed, most of your clothes removed, and every ticklish spot on your body is explored mercilessly. No amount of pleading, screaming, crying and thrashing would get them to let up on your suffering, and they were egged on by their parents, your "loving" relatives. They clearly delighted in your suffering. They kept going at it until you finally passed out from exhaustion, because instead of desensitizing like most humans normally would, your superior ticklishness only got worse the longer your were tickled.
You discovered that because of your line of "work", you have some insanely sensitive feet. Well, your underarms, sides, tummy, and the entirety of the area from the waist down is very ticklish, actually, but your feet, specifically the soles and toes of your feet, are definitely your worst spots, and nothing you do can help make your feet less sensitive. Your relatives know this, and they exploit this every chance they get, knowing how much you can't stand being tickled.
Your imaginings and artwork can only take you so far, but you wish fervently that somehow, someway, you can get away from all this, to be free. To make something for yourself and be free.
To change your fate.
You wish upon a star one night that your life can change for the better.
Little did you know, your wish is soon to be granted, in a most unique, and even frightening way.