This is a deeply psychological tale of self-discovery. Isadora has been struggling her whole life with a secret. This secret not only haunts her waking life, but her dreams as well. With the rumors of a nasty virus that turns women lesbian from one sip, her anxiety reaches an all time high. Her unsuspecting husband has no clue the urges she suppresses, and often his homophobia reminds her how far she’s come. Her secret is locked so deeply behind her that she struggles each and every day, trying to suppress the urges she gets from her body. But, she tells herself her mind is stronger, she can’t let her past ruin who she needs to be in the present. Her husband, who knows nothing, is unaware of the turmoil his beautiful blonde bombshell wife goes through each moment he’s out of her sight. The past tugs and screams at Isadora to embrace it and to work through the issues which have plagued her existence for so long. She keeps thinking of Kitty, that summer, what they did together, always writing in her journal, sharing her deepest feelings to hide them away from her consciousness, but no matter how she tries, they never cease. It’s time for her bath time. A ritual that is ingrained in her. Isadora continues trying to resist, but her arms reach for the box, Pandora’s box. Inside reminders of the life Isadora would have had, had she not submitted to the anxieties her mind stirred up. Letters and photographs among other things, are found ceremoniously hidden inside the box, to which only Isadora holds the key. When she takes Kitty’s panties from their bag, still preserving the scent of their pussies together, Isadora falls victim to her body’s urges, and rubs the panties around her wet lesbian pussy,. as she flashes back to the moment the anxieties begin. Isadora has always been cautious, yet she admires Kitty for embracing her lesbian urges, showing Isadora the pleasures that haunt her to this day.