I had decided that I would fall in love with Émile Bonnet before I’d ever even met him. He was my junior high school boyfriends foreign exchange student. He was 19 and he was french. I loved Émile because he was smart and worldly and he did what I wanted him to do. I had already begun dressing my boyfriend in my goth girl drag and my approval and subsequent titillation were all the incentive Émile needed to become my cross-dressing femme entertainment.