Christina #3 (Sitter)

"Christina, it's so nice you're helping your sister live out her fantasy to be a pet. But is that really what you wanted to do with your life?"

Christina shifted in her seat, adjusting her denim short shorts. She was struggling to hold on to her dreams of taking down the patriarchy. "Like, Yeah, for sure. Men have been holding womyn back forever. I'm always going to protests to help fight the power."

I looked at Catherine, who gave me a barely perceptible shake of her head.

"Christina, are you really going out to protests? All by yourself?"

She glowered at me, huffed and crossed her arms under her bright pink crop top. "Well, no. Not by myself. My mom says I'm not responsible enough to go alone. So she takes me."

I twisted the knife. "Or she has Ginnie watch you, doesn't she?"

Virginia nodded agreement, her doggie charm jingling on her collar.

"Ok fine! Yes, she sends my own pet sister to go with me ok? You know how embarrassing that is? Like, that my little sister who can't fucking read, and wants me to hold her on a leash, is like, in charge of me?" She huffed again and yanked on the blue webbed leash in her hand. Her sister winced as she was pulled slightly by her neck. I knew she liked it though.

"Well think about it Christina. You don't ever present yourself as a mature adult. You're 25, but you talk like a teenager and don't seem to have any impulse control when it comes to boys. Do you even understand the dangers out there?"

"Like, what danger?" Christina asked, puzzled. "I'm like, totally safe at the rallies."

"Really, no one has ever taken advantage of you? No boy has ever had his way with you?"

Christina frowned as she thought with the brain she had left. She adjusted the edge of her pleated pink tennis skirt as she considered the question. After a few moments, she spoke.

"Like, what was the question again?"

I sighed. I shouldn't have let her mind go so quickly. "Do boys ever try to touch your pussy?"

Christina giggled vapidly, "Like, of course! That's what its for, isn't it?" She clicked a new tongue piercing against her teeth. "The boys like, really love it when I cum on their..." she paused, glancing at Catherine, "fingers."

"And how does that help with fighting for women's rights?"

Christina looked confused as she considered my question. Finally she said, "Like, it makes me, umm... sexually em-powered and stuff. Like, I take what I want. Boys do whatever I want when I'm like, sexy."

"I think you're more than just sexy, Christina. You're what I'd call 'easy.' Don't you think?"

Christina agreed, "Oh, like, totally. I'm so easy, that's what everyone says."

"That's why your mother has to watch you all the time, isn't it? Because you have no self control, no maturity."

Christina nodded, "Mom says I always have to check in, even though I'm 25. She says I don't act my age. But I'm like, old enough to drink and stuff." She pouted, glitter lip gloss shimmering on her lips.

"You don't seem to dress your age either. Why is that?"

Christina crossed her arms over her bright pink carebear baby-T and made a show of looking down at her pink tennis skirt and white sneakers with frilly socks. "Like, what's wrong with the way I dress?" Virginia snickered a little, and Christina yanked the leash, causing her pet sister to yelp and quiet down.

"Its a little on the childish side. Your sister isn't the only one with a fetish, is she, Christina?"