Ms. December: Unwrapped

Trigger #225: Santa Claus

Character Class: Aka Kris Kringle, aka Saint Nicholas. A man appearing to be in his late 60s who delivers presents to good children on Christmas Eve. (See local folklore)

In the magical realm, apparently some of his "presents" involve transformation magic. 

Transformation Type: TG.

Threat Level: Benevolent. It's fucking SANTA. What, you want me to kill Christmas?

Subject: Chris Williams, 22, now Christine Williams.

Twas the night before Christmas, and poor Chris was spent

He couldn't find his roommate Dan a single present

He'd looked at sneakers, Gameboys, stereos and more

He'd even considered hiring a whore

But nothing was good enough, not for ol' Dan

Chris had to find the best gift he can

As Chris sat by the tree, scratching his head

Old Saint Nicholas came to their stead

Landing out from the chimney with a loud hearty WHOOF

Nearly crushing poor Chris underneath him, OOF

Chris begged old Mr Kringle for something for his friend

And the jolly old elf knew just what to do to that end

A wink of his eye, a tap of his nose

And Chris's whole body started to glow

His face started itching, smoothing like silk

And soon he looked like a model, or one of their ilk

A puffy pair of lips, perfect for kissing

But soon Chris would find that something was missing

His little Kringle was gone, replaced by a slit

When she touched it, the pleasure made her almost throw a fit

What happened then? Well in the Coven they say

That her tits and ass grew three sizes that day

They ripped through her clothes and rounded her frame

It felt so goddamn good that she very nearly came

Her hair became striped, like a candy cane's glaze

And her head filled with thoughts of boys, makeup, and feminist essays

But Chris was still Chris, just a little more Christine

And her curvy new form was now naked and pristine

So bright red bows wrapped Christine all up in a blur

Making the tightest red lingerie fit for any voyeur

Christine was scared at first, her masculinity shaken

 Even though she also felt something else awaken

"WHY THE FUCK AM I A GIRL?!" Christine yelled, perturbed

"He asked for a girlfriend for Christmas" Santa shrugged, undisturbed

And with a wink and a nod, up the chimney he went

Along with any chance of Christine getting her gender unbent

"COME BACK HERE, FATMAN! I CAN'T GO TO WORK WITH THESE TITS!"

She yelled up the chimney, but Santa was remiss

"Just what the hell am I supposed to do with these sweater cows?"

Christine said as she squeezed them, so heavy she bowed

Just at that moment, Dan came down the stairs

To see a Candy Cane lady touching herself, right there!

"Who are you?! What the fuck are you doing in my house?!"

Dan screamed at a pitch not unlike a small mouse

"Dan! It's me! Chris! Well, now Christine!"

She sat her friend down and explained the whole thing.

And as she explained her loins grew much warmer

Dan was looking cuter today than he had the former

She played with her hair and pushed up her breasts

Hoping her feminine wiles would take care of the rest

Dan was beguiled, of course he was, she was HOT

But as always, his tongue was all tied up in a knot

Finally, Chris's own feelings, they drove her

She hugged him, and kissed him, and they nearly fell over

"I like you, Dan. I like you a lot.

Even before I got turned into a thot"

Dan nodded, and sweated, and let down his guard

And noticed his cock had gotten, like, SUPER hard

Christine said "Well fuck it, it's Christmas, and I just got a face lift

Don't you want to unwrap your gift?"

From the desk of

Mira Alcott

Head-Mistress of Transformations

(Special thanks to Chris and Kendio for the requests that inspired this piece and to all of you for your support!)

(Would you believe I wrote all that BEFORE I was reminded the original request was written by a Chris, haha?)