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Twelve Days of Christmas
by BobH
(c) 2010
On the first day of Christmas my true love sent to me
A set of black lingerie.
*
And it was a big surprise, let me tell you. When she and
her twin brother had set off for Europe to visit family
in the Balkans for the days leading up to the holidays,
Katya had told me at the airport what she had planned.
"So that you don't forget me I've arranged for a gift to
be delivered to you on each of the eleven days I'll be
away."
"That's not necessary, my love," I said. "I couldn't
forget you if I wanted to - and I don't."
"That's sweet," she said, laying her hand on my cheek,
"but I want to do this - and not just for you."
We had kissed, briefly and chastely, and then she
and Janos were gone, into the departure lounge and out
of my life for almost two weeks. I smiled as I thought
about the daily gifts I'd be receiving. It was a very
thoughtful gesture.
I'm not sure exactly what I'd expected, but when it arrived
that first package was a surprise. According to the label,
the contents had been ordered online and it has been sent
from 'Victoria's Secret'. Inside were stockings, garter belts,
bras, panties, and corsets, all very sexy and top of the range.
Katya had certainly spared no expense.
My initial puzzlement soon gave way to delight when I realised
what this gift must mean. Yes, the gift was for me but it
wouldn't be complete until Katya returned and was wearing those
items. Then I would appreciate them in the way every guy
appreciates lingerie - as delightful packaging to be slowly
peeled off his lover. Which also meant I would be getting to
do that peeling. We'd been seeing each other for a month now
and had yet to have sex, but I was ready. Boy, was I ready!
Smiling, I carefully repacked the lingerie and stored it away,
happy to know that in eleven short days I'd be seeing Katya in
it. I could hardly wait.
*
On the second day of Christmas my true love sent to me
Two Gucci purses.
*
The purses were certainly well made, and that label meant they
were definitely pricey, but as a guy I couldn't tell whether
or not they were stylish. It was kinda strange that Katya was
sending me presents clearly meant for herself, but then again
each new delivery only served to remind me of the how much I was
looking forward to her return.
*
On the third day of Christmas my true love sent to me
Three French perfumes
*
Unlike the previous gifts, this one hadn't been ordered online
but had been sent directly by Katya herself. There was no mistaking
the distinctive handwriting on the mailing label. Oddly, while
the bottles inside clearly belonged to three famous French perfumes
they were not in the usual fancy packaging you would expect and
none of them were sealed. Had Katya just used the bottles and filled
them with fragrances of her own devising, I wondered? I knew she must
be interested in that sort of thing from having seen rows of jars and
the glassware and other paraphenalia you see in a chemistry lab at
her apartment that one time. Not that I knew what was in the jars
since the labels on them weren't written in any language I
recognised.
Curious, I opened the first jar and sniffed the contents. For a
perfume it was remarkably odorless. Puzzled, I sampled the other two.
These at least had odors, but neither was very pleasant. And having
sniffed all three, I now had a splitting headache. It got so bad
that I went to bed early that night, my dreams filled with odd,
disturbing images.
*
On the fourth day of Christmas my true love sent to me
Four red lipsticks.
*
And not just lipsticks but a full set of make up. I don't know why
but I felt peculiarly excited as I laid all the items out. I ran my
fingers lightly over those elegant little containers of lip gloss and
blusher, those tubes of mascara and eyeliner, the compacts of foundation
and eye-shadow. I felt oddly wistful when I scooped them up and replaced
them all in their packaging.
*
On the fifth day of Christmas my true love sent to me
Five golden wigs.
*
They were in a variety of women's styles with two long, two short and one
a bouffant (I don't know whether that qualifies as long or short).
Fortunately, they also came with featureless mannequin heads on which
they could be displayed and kept in good shape. After I'd unpacked them
and had then lined up on a shelf I couldn't resist it - I just had to try
them all on. One by one I worked my way through them, posing in front of
the mirror and being surprised by how good I looked in them. Then, weirdly,
the thought popped into my head that what would really work with a blonde
wig was some bright red lipstick. Almost before I knew what I was doing I
found myself selecting one from the make-up that had arrived yesterday
carefully applying that dramatic color to my lips. And I was right. It
did set off the wig I was wearing to perfection.
"What am I doing?!" I said out loud, coming to my senses.
Tearing off the wig and hurriedly wiping off the lipstick I shook my head,
mind racing. What on earth....?
*
On the sixth day of Christmas my true love sent to me
Six pairs of Blahniks.
*
I opened the first box and removed the high heels within almost reverantly.
These weren't just shoes; these were works of art. Like most guys, I'd never
entirely understood the female obsession with shoes. Back in college my
roomie had acquired the nickname 'Imelda' when the other guys found out he
owned more than three pairs of shoes. Which pretty much sums up guys and
shoes. But these beauties....
The temptation to try them on was irresistible and, somewhat to my surprise,
I found they fitted me perfectly. I walked up and down in them, moving with
ease and comfort. After a couple of minutes of enjoying myself more than I
should have I took them off and placed them carefully back in the box. I
knew I should feel worried by what had just occurred, but I didn't. What was
happening to me?
*
On the seventh day of Christmas my true love sent to me
Seven slips a'swirling.
*
When I opened the package that was delivered this morning I didn't even
try to deny my urges. Naked, I slid one of the diaphanous undergarments
over my head and down across my body. Light as air it rose and swirled
about me as I turned this way and that, admiring my reflection in the mirror.
I was now eager to see what every day would bring.
*
On the eighth day of Christmas my true love sent to me
Eight women's silk thongs.
*
'Nuff said.
*
On the ninth day of Christmas my true love sent to me
Nine gowns for dancing.
*
And they were all stunning - beautiful creations by major designers. I
stood before my mirror, holding each of them up against my body in turn,
regretting I didn't have the figure to do them justice.
*
On the tenth day of Christmas my true love sent to me
Ten pairs of earrings.
*
They were wonderful, of course, and I held them up against my earlobes to
study how they would look on me. Unfortunately, my ears had never been
pierced so I could not wear them. I resolved to correct that state of
affairs at the earliest opportunity.
*
On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love sent to me
Eleven magic verses.
*
At first I was puzzled when I opened the tube and found it contained
a parchment scroll. The parchment had peculiar properties, being warm
to the touch and seeming to glow faintly. When I unrolled it I
discovered there were eleven verses written on it in a strange ink that
looked almost like it could be dried blood. They were in a language I
didn't know but did recognise. I'd once seen stuff in that same ornate
script when I glanced in one of the old, leather-bound books Katya had
on shelves over the rows of jars, glassware and other paraphenalia she
kept in her apartment. While I might not know what the verses said, I
found myself compelled to read them out aloud, somehow knowing how the
words should be pronounced.
As I read the first verse so I felt a strange feeling in the bones and
flesh of my face, an odd prickling in my scalp and something tickling my
ears. Finishing the verse I glanced over at the mirror and was both
stunned and delighted by what I saw there. My features had grown softer,
finer, with my nose now smaller, my eyes larger, and my lips fuller. My
eyebrows were arched and exquisitely-shaped, and the hair that framed
my face, while still short, was thicker and cut in an unmistakably
female style. In short, I now had the face of a beautiful woman.
Eagerly, I read out the other verses and each verse, each spell, brought
with it more changes. My hips grew wider, my shoulders narrower, and firm,
perfectly proprtioned breasts emerged on my chest. My voice became higher,
sweeter, my fingernails longer, my earlobes pierced, and my movements and
gestures, naturally and unconsciously feminine. By the time I had finished
intoning the final verse the physical change was over. The potions I had
inhaled from the perfume bottles some days earlier had started my mental
transformation, and now my body matched my mind. I was finally wholly and
completely a woman. Tomorrow was the twelfth day of Christmas, the day
Katya and her brother returned from Europe. I could hardly wait.
*
On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love sent to me
Twelve musicians playing.
*
It arrived as a small envelope containing a card, an invitation that read:
Be at Cafe D'Avignon at eight, looking gorgeous. Use my gifts
and be as elegant, glamorous, and stylish as I know you can be.
See you there. - K.
I did as she asked, of course, spending most of the day getting ready.
Donning what I judged to be the sexiest lingerie and my sheerest slip, I
then sat in front of my mirror and carefully applied my make-up. I tried
on all my heels before deciding on which pair to wear, but I already
knew which gown I would be wearing, and which pair of earrings. I hadn't
decided whether or not to grow my hair out but for tonight at least I
was going long. When the longest of my blonde wigs was in place I was ready.
I arrived early at the restaurant and was shown to my table by the
concierge. As I sat down so the twelve-piece band began playing and I
slowly realized I had the restaurant to myself. The entire place
had been block-booked.
"My don't you look, lovely!"
It was Katya. While I had been concentrating on the band she and Janos
had entered unnoticed. I couldn't believe how good he looked.
"Wow, she's everything you promised she would be," said Janos.
"Of course," laughed Katya. "I told you I'd make you something
special for Christmas, and I did. So enjoy, my brother, enjoy!"
"Oh I shall, my sister, how I shall!"
Katya left us then, but I barely noticed her go. No, I only had eyes
for Janos, gorgeous Janos. He offered me his hand then and led me onto
the small dancefloor, taking me in his arms as the band one slow number
after another. We danced the night away, me and Janos.
My new and only true love.
- The End
*************************************
Should you wish to sing this version to the traditional tune,
here it is:
On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Twelve musicians playing
Eleven magic verses
Ten pairs of earrings
Nine gowns for dancing
Eight women's silk thongs
Seven slips a'swirling
Six pairs of Blahniks
Five golden wigs
Four red lipsticks
Three French perfumes
Two Gucci purses
And a set of black lingerie
I also have another Christmas tale posted here at FM:
'Twas The Scrooge Before Christmas
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