I don't know how to incorporate images and such into the mix let alone have a program for someone speaking the words. You love femininityYou adore fem...ninityWhen you see femininity it turns you onYou want to be feminineYou have strong desires to be feminineYou are feminineSay I want to be feminineYOU ARE A SUBMISSIVE SISSY SLUTYou love lingerieYou adore lingerieWhen you see lingerie it turns you onYou want to wear lingerieYou have strong desires to wear lingerieYou will wear lingerieSay I want. I have no idea what she said to Ronnie that night, but he hardly spoke to me afterwards, for the rest of the week, and he slept outside, in one of the trucks at night. My grandparents treated everyone just the same, with no change in behavior towards either of us. I was never sure if my mom had told them about us, and they were ok with it, or if mom just kept it all to herself. My dad barely talked to me at any point in my life, so there was no difference there, either. I figured maybe. "Why is it so impossible? If only things were different. I wish I'd never met you!" Emma, I'm sorry."She came back to him, smiling a little. "Are you? I'm not really sorry. And I don't really wish I'd never met you, but I think you'd better go."She stood by the door watching him dress. He came to her, carrying his jacket, his face pale. He was very close to tears. She reached out to tidy his hair and his resolution fled. He took her in his arms and they struggled to disentangle the blouse. At. How did I not realise she wasn’t wearing a bra?And then I realised I had just spent 5 minutes stood checking out my own unc0nscious aunt, but I just couldn’t help it. I told myself to snap out of it, but before I could even finish that thought I was already trying to get a better look. It was hopeless. It was something I had to see though. Fighting with myself, almost like the mini devil on one side and the good in me on the other, I eventually came to an answer. I told myself, one real look.