(an aside)

written on the back of the paper I used to photograph my collection:

To the girl wearing the black bra under her white top,

I have seen this sight before - there are many of you who choose to dress this way. No it does not bring my attention towards your breasts - I have never been a big fan anyway, but instead it invites me to think about all of the feminine things that you represent - things that make me squirm and convulse. Today there is a nice song playing and I am glancing over every now and then. You are leaning over, in your white top and black bra. I can see what I desire to see - the strap, and the muscles down your back, and your slim waist. Like I said, it does not bring my attention to your breasts, just reminds me of your everlasting femininity, something that excites me. I think even if your bra wasn't black the sight of you leaning over would be exciting - those muscles! But made even worse, or better (depending from where you are standing) is the sight of the black bra as well. Something about the way that it looks underneath the white fabric of your top makes my breathing erratic and I have to stop.

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To the girl wearing the nice shirt over her white top,

I have seen girls wearing shirts before, there are many of you that are beautiful enough to wear a masculine shirt and not look butch; something that I will never be able to do. Yours today hangs off your body like it does for many of the others, each time I see one of you wearing one it sends my mind spiralling. You would think that as it doesn't enhance any of your feminine features, skims past all of your curves, that I wouldn't be excited. But something about the way you have the sleeves rolled up, showing off the best assets, the wrists, makes me feel alive, makes me wish that I could take a snapshot of this image and keep it forever. Maybe it is because I can remember the white top that lurks under it, and the black bra, but I do not know. Right now you are sitting there, wearing your shirt, sometimes moving to pick up something from the printer, and every time I see the wonderful fabric move past my eyes I get an electric shock, my mind starts to stir and I cannot concentrate on what is in front of me.