.." Never mind, honey. So you feel for this woman Pamela like you never felt for anyone, ever. Anyone, ever, you say. I guess that means you love her?..."There was a silence on Alicia's side now."I, eh ... I guess I do, yes." Congratulations, darling." But you sound like you aren't happy for me?" There was a tremor to Alicia's voice."Honey." Angique's voice sounded weary, wrapped in a sigh. "When God gave out these little antennas all women have and use to sound out the feelings of their fellow. .. don't want to date. I want to... that is I..." Hey, let's all just clear the air," injected Matt. "Last night when we came back from the restaurant we saw what went on in your apartment." Marianne gasped. "Hey, we weren't spying, at least not exactly. We heard you scream and went up to see if you were all right. We looked in the window and saw you and your... visitor." I don't want to disappoint you, either of you, but I tried before to explain to you that I need..." Yes, you did," replied. If I were any good at discerning flowers or such things I could name it for you. All I can do is describe its effect on my. It went through my nose and straight down to my cock, awakening it from restful slumber. My eyes soon connected the scent to its source, breaking me from my frustrated reverie. The goddess had returned to sit next to me. She had pulled her long hair into a tight bun, adding a new severity to her raw sexuality. A wry smile framed the utter appreciation that flowed across my. To me being a sissy was being who I was and being called one only affirmed my feelings. That meant they all knew I was a girl. I was always getting in trouble with my parents about my feminine identity and my dressing and acting girlish especially in front of others. I was being seen by all our extended family, and their friends as identifying as a girl. I was a quiet non-assertive child; I was what one would consider a submissive. I had few male friends because I did not identify as one and I.