Chapter Twenty Three
Spicing Things for Christy
In thought, while Christy studies in my den I pause in surfing the web. It dawns that other than while serving me in some manner, Christy is a rather somber lass. She has no friends, college students wary of a cross-dressing classmate... the boys not wishing to sully their image and reputation... the girls completely confused by the jewelry, makeup and lack of breasts. Thus as opposed to normal college life Chris does not party, attend concerts, dances, etc. In general, when not serving me, she studies and, I may add, her impressive grades reflect her academic industriousness.
I contrast her deportment with the bevy of castrates at the Institute, the fun they have together, the large doses of estrogen wreaking havoc on the once male mind.
