.." I whispered, suddenly realizing."Yes, the music allowed me to implant suggestions and loyalties into your subconscious. I needed your trust and ho...esty, and it was only by accident that it surfaced latent lesbian feelings." This is also why I confided in you?" Yes, the music works wonders, but as you proved it isn't fail-safe." But how is it possible to alter someone's sexual orientation?" You'd be surprised what can be done by manipulating some chemicals inside your brain. It really is. I was mowing the lawn in the front yard, beads of sweat dripping down my face, out of breath and wearing my rough clothes that were about three sizes too small for me. Even the sun gave a disapproving glare. Yet when her car pulled up and she stepped out of the back door she looked my way and gave a sheepish grin. I swear I almost fainted at the sight of her (maybe this was partly down to the rapidly building sun stroke, but you get the picture). She was a sight to behold for sure. Standing at. Clara's knickers were black like the bra and tightly fitted like the rest of her clothing. "This is naughty," Amy whispered, "Does that make you naughty?"Clara nodded eagerly licking her lips."How naughty?" Amy asked as she brought one hand down to Clara's vagina and pressed hard against her panties.Clara moaned out unable to answer.Amy ran her fingers against the thin fabric. "How naughty?" she repeated.Clara opened her mouth to answer but was silenced by another moan when she felt Amy's. Darling, you’re nothing like so angry as you have every right to be.’ ‘I don’t feel angry at all,’ she rejoined. ‘I love you far too much ever to feel angry with you. Oh, I know what you’re going to say — ‘that’s just the drug’ — and you’re quite right. Of course it is, I’m not stupid. But darling, when that clever girl Fran told you the feeling is still real, even though it’s artificial, she was quite right.’ She paused before adding in mock rebuke, ‘Really, James, I can understand about Fran.