It's true. I was a straight-laced good Christian boy, courting this girl. The thought of sex hadn't even crossed our mind, no, even hugs were too much for us. I noted not the form of her breasts, only the form of her devotion to the Lord. We were a god-fearing couple, careful to operate within the strict bounds we had as teenagers.
Everything changed when she got new glasses. Her previous frames, black, echoed the colors of the nun and the order of her soul. Then she got these new frames, purple with accents, and I felt these urges begin to grow inside of me, like a fetus of sexuality. Just as the frame was multicolored, so were the sparks that immediately flew between us. Satan himself had indeed infected me, and the glasses were his instrument of destruction.
Order and Christianity in our relationship gave way to spontaneity and sin. It started small at first - lingering with our fingers touching, hugs of greater than 3 seconds not from the side. But then it grew, it grew, into something else. Hormones overtook us and without the black frames to guide us, we were lost. She became a horny she-devil, wrought with infatuation for my manly form. One day, the purple flash of her glasses in my peripheral tainted my concentration during prayer time, and it was all for naught. I could feel Beezelbub carve a spot for himself in my soul in that very moment, but I was so distracted as to not care.
We kissed that day. The next day we layed together. The day after, we discovered that "lay together" was a euphemism. She was naked except for those purple spectacles, a perfect representation of how even a single touch from Satan could ruin one's God-given form. The satanic purple frames had led us astray, and there was no turning back. We had become hedonistic demons.
It's too late for me now. Save yourself.