You know it won’t because she’ll probably find a way to die during child birth in true Victorian fashion.
At least she’ll leave her husband a new daughterwife to take her place.
Or he'll end up fucking his daughter, and she'll be held liable in part.
Don't get me wrong- I get the fascination with time periods, even romanticized versions of it. I've got friends who do Ren Faire costumes. I know dudes that do 'Pirate Nights' where they all dress up as pirates and talk like pirates and get shitfaced. I know people who wear armor and use fake weapons to beat the shit out of each other at tournaments. There's guys who are really into shit like Roman Legions, ninjas, Batman, whatever. An ex of mine was obsessed with Antebellum-Era dresses and Masquerade balls. I bought a Colt Peacemaker at an auction and have a gunslinger belt, because deep down I still wanna be that Wild West gunslinger.
Everyone is a fuckin' nerd in their own way, even to a point where we have our autistic collections and habits. I can't fault a lot of these people, because I've seen American Football fans that spend thousands of dollars supporting their team and buying Jerseys and shit, plastering paraphernalia all over their vehicles and houses-
I've even seen a guy that had a funeral with a Dallas Cowboys theme and was buried in a Dallas Cowboys Jersey. Most people don't even bat an eye at this shit, they're amused at most.
It only becomes a problem when you can't draw a fine line between your real, everyday life where you do adult shit and interact with adult humans vs. your fun little fantasy world. I don't go challenging people to pistol duels in the streets at high noon when they upset me. The dudes that wear armor aren't showing up to their jobs and calling their boss M'Lord. Even the insane football Super-Fans can somehow manage to work their obsession around their everyday responsibilities and thrive without causing any grief to their friends, families, associates, and co-workers.
Christine doesn't do that. I'm no shrink (and if I were I'd be writing myself prescriptions for a shitload of awesome drugs), but I think it's a sensible assessment to make when I say her fantasy- the shit she geeks out on- has gone from being her "geek thing" to something that's completely overtaken her life. Her husband yoinked her up when she was still a fucking child, and has kept her a child to suit his pedo-fetish. And it's painfully obvious she's never been forced to be an adult, so she's had nothing to do with her life but sit around and play pretend at Victorian-Era lady. Because this is, quite obviously, the only fucking thing she has in her life- she's clung to it and desperately tried to use it to give her life substance and define herself with it, because she's never had to define herself in any other way. She's still mentally a child (which is even sicker), and I am pretty sure her husband wants her kept that way for his own gratification.
The sad truth is, at some point- one of them is going to hit the breaking point. He's going to put a baby in her, and watch her go from waifish little girl-wife with pretty little tiddies to chunky fat momma with floppy tiddies and stretch marks. She'll be no good then, and he'll move on- which should concern any locals, because I'll bet he tries to 'invest' in an even younger fuck-toy. Or, she pulls her head out of her ass and realizes that what's going on is self-destructive and all a big fucking self-delusion- and then she'll move on and probably have a psychotic ex-husband that believes he 'owns' the little girl he groomed into a girl-woman. And I will bet that Christine doesn't have a single marketable skill, or even the adult skills to function on her own like an independent adult member of modern society, and she'll become a burden of her parents and/or the state.
So, call it whatever degree of autistic faggotry you like when I at least try to kind of help out, or call it as I see it. I've no doubt I'm wasting my time, but it was amusing to write this and I made that really batshit potent coffee this morning and found out I don't have to be at work for like 4 more hours, so I'm a bit tuned up.
Also those pics of her wearing nothing but a diaper wouldn't completely be worthless, just sayin'.