Chapter Eleven
Exercise
As with most mornings I have coffee in the den, able to occasionally glance out the window and see Christy laboring, those cute buttocks rolling in effeminate softness. Miss Evers observes from the corral fence, her gratification evident, control of the naked former male form bringing lassitude.
It’s a January morning so as Christy walks briskly I know her exercise will be limited by the cold. Still it is not within my purview to curtail the many laps. She is now under the authority of Miss Evers and evidently, in the exuberance of observing the ringed p***s flop about, she is aloof concerning the goose bumps and the blue hue of her skin.
After a time she steps from the corral fence and enters the shed where Christy changes daily into her little girls attire for
