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SRU: Last Minute Gift
By JDCopyhack
He stood tall and proud beneath the Christmas tree, exactly where Santa Claus
had placed him moments before. "He" in this case was the World War II
commemorative edition G.I. Joe, complete with helmet, M-1 rifle, and full
military gear.
Joe was proud of his stature as the original action figure. Oh sure, others had
tried to invade his territory. But Action Jackson and even the Ultimate Soldier
proved to be weak competition. And there was no comparison between him and the
cheap plastic superhero action figures, like Batman and Power Rangers. Joe stood
12 inches tall, where they barely topped five inches. Joe's feet, hands, knees,
and arms could bend at the joints. Those other action figures were stiff and
inflexible.
No, despite more than three decades on the market, Joe had them all beat.
Christmas morning was still several hours away, so Joe would have to wait before
his new owner, seven year old Jeffrey Marx, would free him from his box. Unlike
adults, who choose to keep their G.I. Joes packaged in their original boxes in
the expectation they will become "collectible," children had no such pretenses.
They would just rip into the box and start playing. Joe knew that Jeffrey was
getting some other great toys, like a train set and a BMX bicycle, but he also
knew that there was nothing like a child's first G.I. Joe.
Surprisingly, Joe wasn't even mentioned on Jeffrey's Santa list; instead it was
a request from Jeffrey's father, who wanted his son to experience the same
thrill that he did so many years ago.
Listening to the sounds of Santa and his elves shuffling around the living room,
distributing the final cache of toys, Joe grew tired. Perhaps he should get some
shuteye before the big day. But, just as he was about to nod off, he felt a
sharp pain in his left leg, followed by a similar pain in his right leg. When
Joe looked down, he noticed an unusual stiffness, and upon further inspection,
he realized that somehow his joints had disappeared. To complicate things
further, his legs felt skinnier and for some reason, his feet started to arch in
his boots, causing even more discomfort.
The strange combination of pain and numbness continued as Joe felt his waist
cinched, leaving the waistband of his fatigues loose around the middle. But, as
the strange sensations continued up his torso, the fabric around his butt and
hips seemed incredibly tight, and he could hear the seams tearing.
The tingling continued toward his chest and he could feel his sculpted ripples
start to reform. What he wasn't prepared for were the two large orbs that pushed
out from his chest, causing his jacket to pop at the snaps.
He tried to raise his hands to his now expanding chest, but realized his elbows
had stiffened, just as his knees had earlier. Looking down, he noticed thin,
feminine hands so unlike his former clenched grip. How could he possibly hold
his rifle with these?
The indignity continued as his neck thinned, his chin and cheeks lost their hard
edge. A pink blush replaced the scar on his right cheek. His thin, serious lips
formed into a painted, upturned smile. His eyebrows became thinner and arched,
his eyelashes longer. Even his nose became small and pert.
Joe was dizzy with confusion as he felt a pinch in both ears, then felt
something dangling from his lobes. Finally, his short-cropped, molded brown hair
turned a yellow blonde and began to cascade freely past his shoulders. His
trademark dogtag became a silver necklace. Even the inside of his box changed
from olive drab to pastel pink.
Still more changes came.
His hair, now long and blonde was pulled upwards and was held together with a
sparkling sequined hair ornament. His pants and jacket fused together and slowly
turned into a black velvet jeweled gown and cape. His feet were soon adorned
with matching heels. The transformation was complete. "He" was now "she". And
all the former Joe could do was smile about it. But why, he wondered from inside
the girlish box.
The answer would come soon enough as Santa and his elves made their final
rounds.
"By jinky, Santa, that was really something. I never realized you could turn a
boy into a girl."
"Ho, ho, ho... It would never have been possible if I hadn't met the wizard at
that Spells R Us shop. He gave me the magic dust that made Jeffrey's dream come
true."
"But how did you know, Santa?"
Just then, Santa pulled a crumpled letter from his pocket and started to read.
"Dear Santa, my name is Jeffrey and I am seven years old. All I want for
Christmas is to be a girl. I want to wear pretty dresses and play with pretty
dolls. I promise, I will never ask for another thing as long as I live."
"That's great, Santa, but what about his parents? Aren't they going to be upset
that their son is now their daughter."
"You mean HER parents, don't you? Don't worry, to them Jeffrey never existed.
They only have memories of a precious girl named Jennifer. Look around you and
see that the wizard's magic has changed more than just the little boy."
The elf did look, and was amazed by what he saw. On the wall leading up the
staircase were portrait photos not of a boy, but of a little girl, from birth to
the age of seven. Even the inscription on the stocking hung on the mantle had
changed. It now said "Jennifer" in sparkly, silver glitter.
Perhaps most telling of all was that the toys had changed. Where a train set
once rested now sat an enormous dollhouse. The bike had changed from jet-black
to purple and pink, with frilly streamers and a basket with a bow on the front.
And under the tree, illuminated by the warm glow of the Christmas lights, was
the most beautiful Barbie doll the elf had ever seen.
The end
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