Chapter Sixty Four
To Dance
The Dean arrives. I had forgotten how imposing the large woman is. With Christy in a small side room being dressed by Ms. Montaigne, I engage her in conversation and detect an eagerness to see my girly boy perform.
“Amazing what a determined woman can do in transforming the male. Not only physically bringing shape and gracefulness, but molding the mind. Christy no longer walks, she glides even in serving me dinner,” I offer.
“Excellent. I’ll make sure her transcript is credited,” the Dean authoritatively informs, “assuming she dances for me.”
“She’ll be ready in just a few minutes.”
“I mean in my office. I’ll need a private viewing,” the Dean coyly but firmly suggests.
I can only imagine the challenging poses she will demand of Christy after giving her
