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SRU: All He Wants for Christmas
By JDCopyhack
Jeff Marsden shuffled through the mall, which bustled with
holiday shoppers. It was Christmas Eve, and Jeff had just
finished buying a gift for his mother when he decided to
stop by Video Warehouse to check out the new PlayStation
games.
The store was packed, as was every other store in the mall,
and Jeff accidentally bumped into Parker Wade, the
quarterback of his high school football team.
"Hey, watch where you're going, Pizza Face," the top jock
said in mock anger. Clinging to his arm was Elizabeth
Clarke, the head cheerleader, Jeff's neighbor, and Parker's
latest conquest.
"That's not nice, Parker," the pretty blonde said. "Say
you're sorry and let's get out of here. I still have more
shopping to do."
"Sorry, dork," Parker said as he headed back out into the
mall. "You coming Liz?"
The girl looked after her boyfriend, and then turned back
to Jeff.
"I'm sorry, Jeff. Parker's not really a jerk, you just have
to get to know him, that's all."
"It's okay, Liz. I'm kinda used to it. Listen, you have a
nice Christmas, okay?"
"You too, Jeff. Remember, keep smiling."
With that, the vision in blonde followed her boyfriend out
into the mall where they disappeared into the crowd.
Jeff returned to browsing the shelves, but was now
distracted. He had lied to Liz. Parker's comment did hurt.
Deeply. With a severe case of cystic acne, Jeff heard
dozens of comments like that every day. Classmates taunted
him often, and once, when he went away as part of a school
convention, his roommates waited till he fell asleep then
played "connect the dots" on his face, drawing a crude
picture.
While acne is a part of most every teenager's life, Jeff
suffered from more than just a bad case of zits. He would
develop large, painful cysts in the most obvious of places.
They would swell for two weeks, oozing blood and puss,
before subsiding, usually leaving a deep, visible scar in
their place. And the condition wasn't confined to his face.
His shoulders, arms, and back were also affected.
The dermatologists tried numerous treatments, but only
succeeded in offering temporary relief. Embarrassed at how
he looked, Jeff retreated into himself. He would spend
hours in his room, reading science fiction novels, playing
video games, and exploring the Internet. He especially
liked the chat rooms where he could meet others his age and
not be afraid of how they might react to his looks. He made
many friends, especially a girl named Angela.
She was smart and funny, and seemed genuinely interested in
him. They could chat for hours and e-mailed each other
regularly. One day, she even sent him a photo and he
couldn't believe how pretty she was. Jeff returned a photo
of his own that he had scanned, but before doing so, he
opened it in Photo Shop and removed the ugly blemishes.
"Why couldn't I do this in real life," he grumbled before
saving the new picture and sending it to his friend.
To his delight, Angela wrote back and told him how cute she
thought he was. No girl had ever called him cute before and
for a brief moment, Jeff felt mildly triumphant.
That was several weeks ago, before Jeff made the mistake of
sending another, unaltered photo to Angela. He hadn't heard
from her since, and any attempt to contact her was greeted
with an "unknown user" message.
Not finding any games of interest, Jeff headed back into
the mall. Maybe he'd check out the comic book shop and see
if they had the newest "Batman" title before heading back
home and to the safe confines of his room.
As he approached the shop, he noticed a new shop tucked in
the corner across the way. Unlike the flashing neon of the
comic shop, the new shop hung a simple wooden sign out
front. It said: Spells R Us.
"Must be a novelty shop," Jeff said to himself as he made
his approach.
When he entered the store, he expected to see shelves
filled with fake vomit and screaming golf balls. Instead,
he found countless rows of dusty wooden shelves stocked
with hundreds of unusual artifacts. Nothing in the store
appeared to be new, but each item was uniquely fascinating.
There were gold medallions and silver coins with ancient
writing on them. Vials filled with a rainbow of colors and
several racks filled with what appeared to be Halloween
costumes.
"May I help you, young man?"
Jeff turned around to see an old man with a long white
beard wearing a tattered blue bathrobe.
"I, um..."
"Oh, Jeff it's you. Glad you could finally make it down
this far into the mall."
"But, how do you know my name."
"Simple, I'm a wizard."
"Um, yeah, right. Look, I gotta go."
"What? You don't believe me?"
"Well, no. I mean, there are no such things as wizards,
except in storybooks."
"I see, so I guess I need to perform some sort of magic
trick to get you to believe, huh? Okay, so be it."
With that, the wizard held out his right hand, muttered a
few words, and POOF... a puff of black smoke billowed
around his hand. When the smoke cleared, the wizard was
holding a 20oz bottle of Diet Coke.
"So, now do you believe me," he asked between sips.
Jeff was startled, but couldn't deny what he had just
witnessed.
"H... h...how?"
"Like I said, I'm a wizard. Now tell me, is there something
in my store that interests you?"
Jeff had little use for such junk, but he was curious.
"Let me ask you, do you have a cure for this," he asked as
he pointed to his pockmarked face.
"Hmmm, I see. Have you tried Clearasil?"
"That's it, I'm outta here," Jeff said storming toward the
front door.
"Jeff, wait, it's just that I'm a little out of touch with
this sort of thing. Most people come in here looking for
fame or fortune. Yours is a much more humble request. I'm
not used to that."
"Trust me, I've tried everything. The doctors have tried
everything. Besides, now it's too late. Look at me, I am so
damn ugly. No one wants to look at me."
"I see, I may have just the thing."
The wizard disappeared into the back room for several
minutes. When he returned, he held a small tube of ointment
in his hand.
"Here, try this. Just apply it before going to bed and soon
your problems will be all cleared up."
The wizard chuckled at his little pun, while Jeff stared at
the tube.
"How much?"
"I'm feeling benevolent today. Give me whatever change you
have in your pocket and we'll call it even."
Jeff reached into his pocket and pulled out two quarters,
two dimes, and three pennies, then handed the coins to the
wizard. He received the tube in return, thanked the old
man, and then stepped back into the mall. Bedtime couldn't
come soon enough.
***
Jeff returned home in time to join his family for the usual
Christmas Eve festivities. First, there was dinner at his
grandparent's house, and then the entire family attended
candlelight service at the local church. After returning
home with his father, mother, and younger brother, the four
sang Christmas carols, finished trimming the tree, and sat
down to an encore performance of "Miracle on 34th Street."
After the movie ended, Jeff said his goodnights and ran up
to his bedroom where he would put on the ointment. To be
honest, he was skeptical, but anything was worth an
attempt, even if it would clear his face just a little. He
had been disappointed so many times before by false
promises made. It was near midnight when Jeff finally
opened the bottle. Squeezing the tube with one hand, he
applied the green creamy ointment with the other, spreading
thinly as the package suggested.
Soon, he finished his face and looked like Jim Carrey from
the movie "The Mask." Next, he applied a coat to his arms
and chest. Despite the small size of the bottle, there
seemed to be an endless amount of ointment. Enough to cover
all his affected areas. As the ointment dried, he started
to feel a tingly sensation that radiated from his head to
his toes. He had grown accustomed to acne medication
burning, so these feelings were a pleasant change of pace.
He played a couple of games on his PlayStation until he was
sure every spot was dry, and then he drifted slowly off to
sleep. The old man had promised fast results and he
couldn't wait until a few days had passed to see if there
was a difference.
***
Jeff's eyes fluttered awake as Christmas morning dawned
bright inside his bedroom, and that was the first
indication that something wasn't quite right. Usually the
room was dark with the curtains drawn tight. The second
indication came as he arose from the pillow only to feel a
strange tickle upon his neck. He reached upwards with his
right hand to investigate and was shocked to see his
fingernails had grown long and were painted a pastel pink.
Upon further inspection, his hand seemed smaller, even
girlish.
"What's going on"," he muttered, surprised at the softness
of his voice.
But the real surprise came when he rose out of bed and
realized he was not wearing the flannel pajamas he had worn
to bed last night, but rather a pair of satiny red pajamas
trimmed with white lace. Looking about the room, he noticed
changes in the wall coloring and wondered how posters of
N'Sync and the Backstreet Boys had replaced those of his
favorite football players and wrestlers.
And everything was so neat and clean. His dresser, now
white, was topped with various bottles of nail polish and
tubes of lip-gloss. He looked in the mirror and a girl
looked back at him. She was pretty with shoulder length
brown hair and looked a lot like his mother, only younger.
He gasped, and then reached up to feel his face. It was
softer, the cheekbones higher, the lips fuller... and not a
blemish could be found.
"This can't be happening," he said, his voice sounding even
softer than before. "It must be a dream."
He wandered over to his closet, feeling the swish of hair
upon his shoulders with ever step. Gone were his jeans and
polo shirts, replaced instead by a variety of colorful
skirts and blouses... even a cheerleader's uniform.
Feeling the fabric of the panties and bras that now filled
his underwear drawer, he clutched his chest only to feel
two soft lumps in his grasp. Panic had already set in by
the time he reached for his crotch and felt the inevitable
void. The silence that filled his room was soon broken by
the sounds of his little brother bouncing down the hallway.
"Jen, Jen... 'cmon," he heard the voice say as it entered
his room. "Santa came and you should see all the presents."
Before Jeff had a chance to react, his little brother
quickly bounded down the staircase, once again leaving him
alone in his new body. With slender fingers, Jeff reached
for the bottle of ointment that must have caused this
incredible change, then looked again at the girl in the
mirror. Photos of friends and events framed the mirror. Not
only was she pretty, but popular as well. As a boy, Jeff
Marsden had grown into an introverted shut-in, but
apparently Jennifer Marsden was quite the social butterfly.
"Maybe this ain't so bad after all," he said, smiling at
the reflection in front of him.
Then, hearing the Christmas commotion from below, he headed
out into the hallway and down the stairs to join the
festivities. While the house looked the same, there were
subtle reminders of his changed identity. Photos had been
altered to reflect his new image. Where sports trophies
once rested, awards for cheerleading and ballet now stood
in their place. Even his image in the family Christmas
portrait had changed to reflect his new gender.
"Merry Christmas, sweetie," his father said, greeting Jeff
with a hug and a kiss, while his mother just beamed from
her place on the couch. He scanned the room and noticed the
presents. There were more than he expected. Then he noticed
his Christmas stocking. The silvery script had changed from
"Jeff" to "Jennifer", and peeking out the top was a small
white envelope.
He approached the stocking cautiously, still expecting
someone to wake him up from this strange dream. When he
reached for the envelope, he was taken by how the Christmas
tree lights reflected off his nail polish. Inside, he found
a letter.
"Dear Jeff, or should I say Jennifer now. I know you are
confused by all these sudden changes, but fear not. Only
you and I know what happened. To the rest of the world,
including your parents and brother, you have always been
Jennifer. Only you will remember your existence as a boy,
but will also have memories of growing up as a girl. I
think you will find that life has been much kinder to
Jennifer, but if at any time you wish to go back being
Jeff, just return this letter to me at the mall. On the
other hand, if you wish these changes to be permanent,
simply tear the letter and toss it away. This is my gift to
you. Merry Christmas!"
It was signed by the Wizard, and while Jeff initially
considered running back to the mall to redeem the letter,
he thought better of it and decided to give his new life a
try.
While his father handed out presents, Jeff joined his
mother on the couch and was surprised at how easily and
naturally he curled his leg up beneath him. The packages
were smaller than in the past, and filled with things like
perfume, lipstick, earrings, and other bangles. To his
surprise, Jeff found that he enjoyed the treasures he
received and caught himself squealing with delight more
than once.
Afterwards, once the shreds of wrapping paper had been
tossed in the garbage and the presents returned to their
place under the tree for display, Jeff returned to his room
to change for the day's events. Wearing a bra was
uncomfortable at first and Jeff wondered if he would ever
get used to wearing such things. The panties fit smoothly
as expected, considering the lack of his once familiar
bulge. Jeff fingered himself slightly "down there" and
after a wave of pleasure shot through his lower region, he
promised himself that he would explore his new parts more
thoroughly later that night.
Reaching in the closet, he selected a red turtleneck
sweater and a pair of black slacks and quickly slipped into
them. At the vanity, he brushed on a light coat of pink
gloss, mascara, and eye shadow. Once done, he marveled at
how second nature his make-up application had been. A quick
brush of his long, thick hair and a pair of small hoop
earrings completed the look. Jeff couldn't help but notice
how stunning he truly was. No wonder Chip Miller, the
school's top running back, took him to the prom. Jeff
giggled that he remembered such a thing, and then returned
to his family downstairs.
The day was a whirlwind of activity, which helped Jeff to
keep his mind of his sudden and drastic change. Still,
there were constant reminders, especially when he went to
the bathroom. Not only did he have to go more often, but
also had to get half undressed just to pee. How
inconvenient, he first thought. But then he realized that
it's all part of being a girl.
By the time the last guest had gone home for the evening,
Jeff was exhausted. After removing his make-up and slipping
into his nightgown, Jeff decided to explore his body. It
didn't take long to arouse his nipples, then, with gentle
motions, he began to caress his new womanhood. Soon, wave
after wave of pleasure filled his being. It was like
nothing he had ever experienced and certainly beat jacking
off into a wad of toilet paper. He guessed that he had at
least three orgasms before he allowed himself to slip into
a peaceful sleep.
***
Three days later...
Jennifer Marsden walked confidently through the mall, her
long brown hair bouncing playfully atop her shoulders.
Through full painted lips, she smiled teasingly at the
admiring glances that greeted her every move.
Life was certainly different as a girl. But as the days
passed, the new girl grew more and more comfortable with
her new gender. Oh sure, there was a fair share of
inconveniences that she never had to contend with in her
previous life. Peeing as a girl was absolutely dreadful,
especially the long lines in the public restrooms. And
wearing a bra was somewhat confining, but considering the
heft of her breasts, it was a necessary evil. And she could
only imagine what a period would feel like.
But the positives far outweighed the negatives. For
starters, Jennifer had countless friends. The phone seemed
to ring every five minutes and she genuinely enjoyed the
new attention she was receiving. While makeup and hair
could be time consuming, she enjoyed the rituals and took
great pride in her appearance. And then there was Chris
Miller. In the days since her change, she had been on two
dates with the hunky halfback and just loved the way he
made her feel special. Kissing a boy - among other things -
took some getting used to. But Chip didn't seem to have any
complaints.
Without a doubt, her life was better in every way. Now
there was just one thing left to do. Nearing the far end of
the mall, she stopped outside the Spells R Us shop and
reached into her purse and removed the letter. With
determined effort, she proceeded to tear the letter in half
and watched as the old wooden sign faded into oblivion.
Then, she turned on her heel, flipped her hair back, and
headed for Victoria's Secrets. After all, she promised Chip
a special treat on their next date.
The End
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