This is probably explained by Freud somehow

Every Chinese dynasty was represented with a single character, from Qin 秦 (plain with river) to Qing 清 (clear, pure). For the Habsburgs I propose the character 宇 or Yu Dynasty, which means, among other things, the universe, due to Habsburg aspirations of being the universal monarchy (A.E.I.O.U.)

She retook those classes just to worsen her credibility rather than keep a reminder of the life she gave up for her depraved fetish. When she breezed through each course she left notes for the professor correcting them and pointing out where the curriculum was out-of-date.

Like Saul Goodman she has a framed degree on the wall or her desk, a Psych BA from the local community college. She got a Master's from an Ivy League school or other prestigious college but that diploma has her deadname on it.

She has an oddly-distracting cat clock on a wall outside her office or in her home. Her office has peeling yellowed wallpaper and wood paneling on the walls. Yellow splotches on the ceiling panels.

#TWINKTORTUREFOREVER

You can't just beat the woman into a twink, you have to torture the man out

After it's release, you want the thing to recoil when it's father embraces it and says "welcome home, son"

For instance, it's best to call it male terms of endearment. "Buddy", "son", "handsome", "stud", "sport", "champ", "pal", and ESPECIALLY "dude". This way the twink develops a negative association with these terms. Of course, do the opposite otherwise, particularly when rewarding the twink

#TWINKTORTUREFOREVER

We get to "ruin" their lithe twinky tummies with stretch marks that will forever show they were used. The twink'll get so sad about it that the only way it can feel good or useful again is by continuing to be a good useful brood mother. They just keep coming back...

Not only do human females make great pets with their natural docility, the species difference means you can fill them with as much cum as you want and not have to worry about disgusting crossbreed offspring. The less attractive ones can still be put to work wrangling the others.

Act III here:
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He pauses and thinks he's seen something familiar in her eyes, but whatever it was it's gone now. This woman is a stranger and she doesn't want to see him. Whatever, maybe next time. He is drunk, after all.

It can be after all that, come on, I want to see you.

You're drunk.

I mean it, your voice-

She pulls his hand away from her arm. I don't need you anymore, she says through her teeth, glaring. He shrinks in her gaze. She regains her composure as quickly as it slipped. Your patronage is enough.

He offers her an invitation to his manor, but she declines. He insists, that she can even stay overnight. She tells him she has a schedule to keep to, and more performances in the coming weeks. He touches her arm and she involuntarily shivers.

She's a lithe thing. Her costume hid long, birdlike limbs and narrow wrists. She's as tall as the lord who stands before her now, a quality to which she owes her traditional en travesti casting. The lord hides a hiccup before complimenting her performance. It reminds him of his late wife's singing.