My friend had some IS/A when we lived in Savannah together. She and I are friends, and she’s not my type for more than friends, but whenever she would wear it, I knew because I would start feeling this odd feeling in my chest (which I have since come to know is a deep form of sexual arousal that is not physical, but I guess you could say “pre-physical”). I also found myself wanting to do things with (and to) her that I normally did not want to do. Depending on how much she wore and how long I was exposed, of course. It was nothing I had much trouble dismissing, because I knew what was causing it and because I was involved… but… it was there.