If your daydreams, your dreams, your desires could whisk you away from this present life to anywhere in the galaxy, to any point of time in the past or future (distant or near), any gender (male or female), any personality (icy or warm), &c., what would it be?
Unfortunately time travel is not possible, well not in its entirety.
Book reading is time travel.
I always remain female, although some features may change such as I would be less thin, and a little more rounded out, a few curves more ample in just the right places. While I am presently just fine with my body, it would not do in steel-and-bone corset at all. Thus imaginary adjustments are made. Same for the hair, if it is seen as straight, there are side corkscrew curls framing the face.
My character changes, more submissive than it is now, although it does have a bit of the spunk seen in Jane Eyre after she leaves Mr. Edward Rochester, or the fiery criticisms of Miss Elizabeth Bennet. Presently, while I know that I am pretty, I try to restrain that aspect. It shows: very little, if any makeup, sparse jewelry, hair simply pulled back unless braided and pinned. I wear jeans everywhere although I much prefer floor length skirts. Indeed I own very few dresses or skirts that allow even the slightest peek of my knees. I dislike tan skin, so while I am in the sun, it’s never for the purpose of browning and toasting me to a crunchy crisp. Hair is the natural dark brown, regardless of other’s idea that it’d look better in a lighter, dyed shade. Been there, done with that and not going back. Why? because a man’s flattery of my looks will get him nowhere at all. Indeed, if a male compliments me he’ll get spurned.
What’s lacking? Oh, time period. During 1850s deciding to go westward would be great, towards a free state or a territory. As would the late 1700s or the Regency era (i.e., Jane Austen’s novels). Although I do like the Renaissance (1400s-1500s) and Middle Ages (especially the 1100-1200s) I’d have to be among the highest of the court members if I were to ever think of entering that time period.
Do you indulge your imagination, or do you stifle it?
Oh! Indulge, indulge, and indulge. If I don’t it’d pester me until I fed it and let it run out of life.
Do you feed it with background information, or do you let it run with what ever information you have and let it starve out?
I feed it until it runs it’s natural course. I never stop it short. I have to find out how the story ends.
Do you let it invade your waking life and adopt aspects of your imagination in order to keep it alive, or do you keep it desperately underwraps?
I let it invade my waking life and adopt aspects of my imagination into my daily functions in order to keep it alive. I adopt manners of speech, usage of makeup increases, hair is played with, smile a bit more often, glance away from guys, a little more open to the idea of marriage overall, expectations of people and society change, &c.