This is not the only conflicting emotions or thoughts I have neither.There is almost a conflict between two diffrent personas. There is mymasculine p...rsona which is inherently not feminine and is veryuncomfortable to even disgusted in a way at what my feminine personadoes. I have tried repeatedly in the past to banish my feminine persona,but it never ever worked, it always came back, and I always went furtherand further. Eventually I stoped resisting and now am embracing it, itseems too. Sam couldn’t make out her feminine curves very well beneath the bed sheet, but he knew what she had. A slim, model perfect body with every curve definitely designed to entice voyeurs like him into acting recklessly.Sam took one last carefully look around to see if anyone was in the vicinity. Hunkered down in Alison’s side yard Sam felt more exposed then he was comfortable with. Nestled between two closely built suburban homes the side yard offered no cover to shield the crouching voyeur from. Ivory and the other foragers were accompanied by two reluctant hunters who would much rather hunt hare, antelope or great deer than chaperone the women in their unheroic duties.The sun had only just passed its zenith when Ivory and the other women returned to the cave. They were weighed down by what they'd foraged and were looking forward to a respite from the icy northern wind. There was great rejoicing when they returned: the hunters had brought down a great deer with wide antlers in the. I just learned to keep new clothes handy."He walked by her to grab his socks and shoes out of her room, handing her the shirt in passing. "Sweetie, you should really get your mind out of the gutter."She wanted to scream at him. Gutter minded? She was gutter minded? He was the one that... she wasn't going there. She shook out the shirt and looked at the damage they had done to it, most of the buttons missing, the material ripped. She had to fight the urge to bring the material up to her face, to.