Very obviously a young woman. There was no possible way that she could have been mistaken for a young man in any language, especially Braille. Nanny Ogg found herself embarrassed to even think about this, and this was unusual because embarrassment normally came as naturally to Nanny as altruism comes to a cat. It wasn't so much a walk as a collapse, indefinitely postponed. A sure sign of someone who wears his underpants on his head.
Opera can do that to a man.
Most people in Lancre, as the saying goes, went to bed with the chickens and got up with the cows. That is to say, they went to bed at the same time as the chickens went to bed, and got up at the same time as the cows got up. Instead, people would take pains to tell her that beauty was only skin-deep, as if a man ever fell for an attractive pair of kidneys. If she had anything to do with it anyway. After you'd known Christine for any length of time, you found yourself fighting a desire to look into her ear to see if you could spot daylight coming the other way.