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Christmas Eve By Cheryl Lynn This is a short humiliation story and is a figment of my imagination. It continues the adventures of Harold from my "All Hallows Eve" story but is pretty much a stand alone story. It may be downloaded for personal use only and no other use is authorized unless approved by the author. Constructive comments are welcome however; if you do not like forced feminization do not read or comment. [email protected] Christmas Eve Harold sat slumped over in his bed. His recurring nightmares had woken him up once again. Big Jake's face was still swirling around in his mind as he rubbed his eyes. "I've got to get over what happened Halloween. The therapist said it would take me awhile but this is too long. I can't seem to get that biker's face and huge dick out of my mind. Crap! How can I get it out of my mind when every time I go to the bathroom I see that damn pink ribbon tattooed on my dick or that fuckin' Minnie Mouse on my ass. According to the doctors they can't remove either one cause it would cause too much damage. The best they could offer was to tattoo over the one on my dick but it would just be a big pink blob and hurt like all hell. The mouse is too big to ink over. The tat on the other cheek they could only cover up or painfully remove the lettering. I'm fucked and my life will never be the same. What girl would ever want to go to bed with me?" he thought. Giving up on going back to sleep, Harold got out of bed and headed to his bathroom. After he finished bathing and cleaning up he wrapped a towel around his waist and went back into his room. There, his Mother was standing waiting for him. "Good morning darling, I'm glad to see you up so early. I brought you your costume for the party later and I wanted you to try it on," she said with a smile. "Mom, you can't be serious! Don't you frickin remember what happened to me the last time you forced me into a frickin costume? I'm not going to do it no matter what you say," he yelled. "Young man just who do you think you are talking to? I'm your mother and you will do as I say. I wasn't my fault that you got yourself all painted up. I've talked with your therapist and she told me you had to get back into your normal routine. We have always dressed up for Christmas Eve and helped Santa deliver toys to the needy. This year will be no different. Now get your ass over here and try on these clothes," she screamed back at him. On the bed was a pair of bright green woolen tights, white dress shirt, and a green bibbed coverall with pointed hem. It reminded him more of a dress than anything else. A pair of white cotton gloves with white rabbit fur hemming, a long pointed green woolen cap with a fringe of white across the brim and at the point of the cap was a large silver bell. On the floor was a pair of black Mary Jane styled patent leather shoes. There was a red and green stripped ribbon and three small silver bells attached to the vamp. "Mom, please, not the Christmas elf costume again. It'll make me look like a friggin idiot," he said. "Well if you don't like this one you can always go in my costume. I think you would make a wonderful Mrs. Clause. If you don't stop that awful cussing, you will wear my costume. Now not another word or else," she snapped back. Under his mother's watchful eye, he pulled the green tights up his legs while using the towel to maintain his modesty. With the leggings on, he stood dropping the towel on to the bed. He waited for the criticism to come which he knew she couldn't stop from doing. "Heeerrrruuuummmp, that just won't do. You have to do something about that bump between your legs. Wait here while I go get something to take care of that unsightly bulge," she stated. Harold stood nervously as his mother left the room. "Crap, what the fuck is she going to do to me now? Can't she see that I'm dying here? Its not like I intentionally put a bump in the crotch of these tights," he mumbled. She was back and handed him a shiny piece of clothing. Holding it up, he saw a white pantigridle with bright white diamond paneling. It looked way too small to fit. It was such a girlie item. He could only hold it between his thumb and forefinger. "Mom, this is a woman's long line girdle. I can't wear this. I'm a guy and guys have bumps between their legs. Come on, get serious," he stated. "I'm very serious Harold. You put that on. I don't want the little kids seeing any unsightly bulges. Now put it on or do you want me to get my belt? Here let me sprinkle some baby powder into it so it will go on easier," she replied. Defeated yet again, Harold told his mother to turn around while he put it on. He stepped into the nylon/spandex garment, bent down and grabbed the wide floral decorated hem. He had to keep his legs close together as he wiggled and twisted forcing the tight thing up his legs. As he let the waist band snap into place, a puff of baby powder rose into the air. He was huffing and puffing by that time. It squeezed his stomach in harshly and was very uncomfortable in the crotch. The legs of the elastic girdle were trimmed in floral lace, reached to about three inches above the knee and held his thighs in a very tight embrace. All he could smell was the aroma of baby powder. "Tsk, tsk," she muttered on seeing him. "You need to reach down there and push your little man back underneath dear. I can still see that bump." When he was completely dressed to her satisfaction, she had him go into her room and sit at the vanity. There she brushed out his long hair, pulled it to the top of his head and fashioned it into a neat tight bun. She used a small brown hair net to make sure it would stay in place. Then she put a light foundation on his face, dusted it with powder, a good dab of rose colored blush, outlined his eyes in black liquid liner, a quick use of the mascara brush and finally a coating of glistening pale pink lipstick completed his elfish look. As Harold gazed into the vanity mirror he couldn't believe what his mother was doing to him. He looked more like a girl than an elf. He tried to protest, especially when she started putting makeup on his eyes but she ignored him. "I'm not using too much makeup. I'm using just enough to give you a nice neat elfish appearance. That's all dear, now just sit still and we'll be through with this in a few more minutes," she had told him. Finished, she sent him back to his room to put on the gloves and hat. As he got up she sprayed him with some of her Channel No. 5 perfume. "Just a little bit dear, elves are supposed to smell nice as well as look nice. Now get your gloves and hat and meet me in the living room. I'll be down shortly after I've gotten into my costume," she said. He was further embarrassed as his mother made him stand by the Christmas tree and pose while she took several pictures. Again, she made him pose by the mantle so she could take some more snap shots. Putting the camera away, she tossed him a black leather purse with gold chain strap. "Okay dear, we're off to pass out wonderful Yule tidings. I put everything you are going to need in that purse. We're lucky that the weather is nice today. We won't need our coats," she said. "That woman is driving me crazy with her damn costume parties. I don't know how someone can get so deep into this stuff. Every holiday it's this costume or that costume. Last year she made me dress up like a fucking yellow chicken for Easter. Well, this is the last time I let her force me into wearing some dumb old costume. Damn, at least she could have made me look more like a boy elf," he thought as she drove them to the community center. The community center was all decked out in holiday cheer. There seemed to be a thousand snotty nosed kids running all over the place. By late afternoon, Harold was just plain tuckered out. If he had to hold the hand of one more sniveling kid, he thought he would scream. It was his job to guide each little kid up to Santa and place the kid on his knee. He couldn't count the number of times he had been sneezed on, puked on, or spit on. As he helped the kids, his mother would be taking their pictures with Santa. There was a real cute red headed girl helping his mother. She was dressed just like Harold but her white blouse spilled over the bib top nicely. It was her job to put the pictures his mother took into frames and give them to the kids' mothers. She seemed friendly enough and Harold liked her. She had even patted his knee when they were on break together. "Maybe I can get somewhere with her," he thought as he looked over her way. She certainly made his dick uncomfortable in its satin prison. He was sitting in the break room on his last break of the night. It was almost seven and the party shut down then. He was really looking forward to that big hand on the wall clock reaching the hour. He had his compact and lipstick out, freshening his makeup as his mother demanded when the red headed girl elf asked him to join her after the party. He almost smeared the pink lipstick across his face when she asked him to join her. What shocked him was that she called him Heidi. Seeing his puzzled look, she pointed to the name tag over his left breast. Clearly etched on the black plate was the name, "Heidi." Before he could correct her, she was gone. She had said her name was Sheryl and that some friends were having a party and wanted him to go. He could hardly refuse such a pretty girl and despite some misgivings agreed. He didn't give a thought as to why such a pretty girl would ask him to go out. "Now that's the kind of party I could like, but I'm going to have to tell that my name is Harold, not Heidi. That name tag must have been left by the last person to wear this stupid costume," he thought as she left the room. His mother was not happy to let Harold go to some party with a girl neither one of them knew. "Harold worked hard today and I guess he deserves some fun. I don't know much about Sheryl other than she comes from a poor background. Oh, well, Harold looks happy for the first time in months." She thought before saying okay he could go. Ooo Harold wanted to go home and change into more appropriate clothing for the party but Sheryl said she had something he could wear at her place. Mesmerized by the pretty red head, Harold didn't give any thought to what she would have that he could possibly wear or that he still didn't tell her his real name. He happily waved goodbye to his mother and jumped into Sheryl's car. They drove for about thirty minutes before they arrived at her place. Above the entrance to the house were the words, "GL Hostel." "You live here?" he asked the stupid question and felt like an idiot as soon as he said it. "Yeah, me and my friends. It's a nice refuge away from all the distractions. Come in, I think you'll like them. I can't wait to get out of this itchy costume," she replied. When they entered, it looked like the party was just starting. They were a strange lot, a mix of men and women of various ages. What made them seem a bit strange was what they were wearing. Some of the men were very effeminate looking while some of the girls were dressed very manly. He didn't have time to think more about it as Sheryl grabbed his hand and pulled him down a hall and into her room. She rummaged around in her bureau and closet gathering things as she went. Finished her rummaging, she tossed the lot at him and told him to go take a quick shower which was just down the hall. "There should be clean towels and stuff in there you can use. Hurry up, I want to take a shower too," she said as she began stripping off her costume. Harold wanted to wait a bit longer to see what was underneath her costume but she chased him out. He entered the bathroom and tossed the bundle of clothing onto the counter top and began undressing. The girdle was a positive bitch to get off. Naked, he stepped into the hot spray and happily immersed himself under its soothing downpour. He grabbed a bottle of shampoo off a shelf and began washing his hair. With a good lather worked up, he reached out and picked up a bottle that he thought contained body wash. He quickly rinsed off and stepped out of the shower. Too his shock and dismay, there wasn't a single hair left below his chin. "What the fuck?" he said as he pulled the body wash out of the shower to check the label. "Damn it, this is hair remover! How could I have been so fucking stupid," he thought as he put it back. Once dried, he reached out to unfold the bundle of clothing she had given him. Again he was shocked by what he found there. A pair of hot red satin panties with black lace decorating the waist and leg openings and a matching bra fell out onto the counter top. A red silky feeling nylon half-slip with three inches of elaborate white lace and a pair of gleaming support pantyhose in black were revealed next. The under garments had been bundled up in a black, champagne satin lined woolen straight skirt and red full sleeved satin and chiffon blouse. The blouses had fancy lace detailing and a high ruffled chiffon collar. The chiffon sleeves were cut full and had padding at the shoulders. "Crap! She thinks I'm a girl. What the fuck am I going to do? Damn it, I forgot to tell her my name was Harold, not Heidi. I'm doomed. I was in her room while she was undressing. If she finds out that I'm really a guy now, she'll scream like all hell and call the fucking cops. I don't want to wear this shit but if I don't keep letting he believe I'm Heidi, I'm a dead man. Maybe I can my costume back on and sneak out of here with nobody the wiser," he thought. Looking down he saw his costume where he left it. It was wet from him dripping all over them when he got out of the shower. He couldn't put them back on now. Stuck, he could either wrap a towel around his waist and take his chances or put on the clothing Sheryl provided. There would be hell to pay if he walked out in just the towel and it would be humiliating to be hauled off to jail wear just that. With a heavy sigh, Harold gave in to his fears and began dressing. Sheryl was standing wrapped in a towel from her breasts down to her knees as Harold walked in. From what Harold could see, she looked stunning. His penis gave a twitch within the confines of his panties and hose. "Good you're done. I hope you left me some hot water. Look, you can use any of my makeup that you need. The hair dryer is in the top right hand drawer. Be back in a sec," she said running out the room. Harold confused by everything that was happening, sat down at the vanity and just stared at his reflection. "Damn, what am I going to do now?" he said. Sheryl didn't take long and was soon back. "Girl what are you doing just sitting there. We have a party to go to. Come on get a move on," she said as she tossed the towel towards her bed. She was standing before him completely naked. She was a true red head. Harold sputtered some nonsense words in reply and tossed up his hands. "Oh you poor dear, I didn't think. Here let me get my hot rollers plugged in and I'll help set your hair. I should have told you where I kept them," she said laughing. She began getting dressed as he sat at the vanity with his hair tightly coiled in white plastic rollers. After she had pinned his hair, Sheryl gave him a bottle of red nail polish and told him to put that on while they waited. She looked agonizingly beautiful as she donned emerald green high cut panties with white lace frills and matching demi-bra. Her creamy white breasts were sprinkled with a few freckles and sat proudly on her chest. She attached a matching garter belt and smoothed dusty black hose up her legs. When she did that Harold thought he was going to have a heart attack. His dick tried its best to swell but the support hose kept it in check. He was almost shaking with desire as she completed her dressing. An emerald green full slip with forest green lace detailing and a green velvet bubble dress completed her attire. The dress was accented with a wide black satin sash that tied into a neat bow in the back. Dressed, she walked over to Harold and began taking out the rollers. With brush in hand she began working the curls into a nice feminine do. As she worked she made idle chatter with Harold, laughing at his mumbled responses. "Here let me help you with your makeup then all we have left is to put on our heels and go party," she said. Sheryl went all the way with Harold's face giving him a full glamour night time look. She was studying to become a cosmetologist and delighted in telling him everything she was doing to make him fabulous. She did his eyelids in varying shades of pink after lining them in a deep black liner. With his eyes closed she dusted his lids and cheeks with glitter. The finishing touch was a deep red glossy lipstick. The lipstick made his lips tingle. Mentioning it, she replied that the lipstick was chemically treated to make his lips swell. A misting of a floral perfume and she pronounced him ready. All he had to do now was wait a few minutes while she put herself together. Looking into the mirror Harold was very surprised to see a very beautiful girl looking back at him. It wasn't Sheryl either. He almost fell onto the bed as he sat down in shock over how he looked. "Don't just sit there girlfriend, come on, I have some jewelry you can use in that mahogany box on the bureau. Pick out something nice while I find a pair of heels that will fit you. We look to be about the same size so it shouldn't be that hard to find a pair," she said getting up from the vanity. Harold opened the box and began rummaging through it. "Shit, I don't know what to put on. Girls wear a lot of rings, so I might as well do the same. Maybe a silver bracelet or two while I'm at it. I can't believe that I'm doing this but in for a penny in for a pound as they say. I just have to make it through the next couple of hours and I'll be home free," he thought. "Here try these on, they go with that dress," Sheryl said handing him a pair of red leather square toed pumps with a three inch block heel. He had no trouble walking in the heels after his experiences Halloween. The shoes were a tight fit and he knew that it wouldn't be long before his feet and legs would be suffering. Before they left the room she had given him a wide black patent leather belt with silver buckle to put on. As they wouldn't be going out, he didn't need a purse. Sheryl did hand him the tube of lipstick and when he looked questioningly at her, she told him to stick it inside his bra. "A bra is good for other things than holding in the girls," she laughed. Ooo The living area was full of people and the music was loud when they walked in. Sheryl introduced Heidi to most of them as they made their way to the kitchen to get their drinks. Harold was confused as he passed through the crowd as most of the guys were with other guys and the girls were with other girls. That normally wouldn't raise an eyebrow but what they were wearing did. It seemed that most of the pairs had one of them dressed more like the opposite sex. "What is this place?" he asked when they reached the kitchen. "Oh I'm sorry Heidi, didn't you know I'm a lesbian? I saw how you were eyeing me back there at the community center and thought....well, you know, you were the same. So I brought you here to the gay and lesbian hostel. Was it wrong for me to assume that?" she replied with a bit of concern in her voice. "Errrr.....yea.....yeah....right. No prob Sheryl," he stammered in reply. "Oh goodie, I'm glad to hear that. You're a pretty girl Heidi and I like you. I have a friend that will just go gaga over you. I can't wait for you to meet her," she said gleefully. "OMG! What the fuck did I say? I should have told her I'm straight and gotten the hell out of here. Now I'm stuck and who the hell is she talking about?" his mind screamed at him. She handed him a large glass of rum punch, grabbed his free hand and led him out to the party. Harold's mind was spinning as they made their way across the crowed room. "How did I let things get so damn out of hand so quickly," he kept asking himself. He was brought out of his musing when he stood face to face with an imposing looking woman. "Heidi this is Margaret, Margaret say hi to Heidi. You get to know one another while I go and find Mandy," Sheryl said as she walked away leaving him stranded. "Heidi, now that's a cute name for a good looking girl like you. It really fits. Come here and sit on the love seat with me," Margaret said moving her body in such a way he couldn't refuse. Margaret was about three inches taller than Harold and had a bigger build. She wore her dirty blonde hair in a short bob, her eyebrows were thick but neat and she wore no discernable makeup. Her carriage and voice spoke with confidence and authority. Harold instantly knew that he didn't want to make this woman mad. Not for the last time did he berate himself for being so damn stupid. The love seat was low and when Harold sat his knees were slightly raised exposing a frill of lacy hemming. He tugged at the skirt in a vain effort to be more modest. Margaret sat heavily down beside him and placed an arm around his shoulders. Margaret started the conversation as anyone would normally do. Where was she from, what did she do and similar questions. Harold did his best to make up a believable history without giving away the fact that he wasn't a real girl. As they talked, Harold nervously took big gulps of his rum punch. He jumped reflexively when she put her hand on his knee and began slowly rubbing it. He jumped again when she put her lips on his and wormed her tongue into his mouth. It wasn't an all too horrible experience but he was scared to death. "Loosen up Heidi, you can trust me, I'd never do anything to hurt a pretty girl like you. Look, I need another beer and you could probably use a refill. Be right back so don't go away. We still have a lot to talk about," she said as she broke their kiss. As soon as Margaret left, Harold got up and went to find Sheryl. He had decided that he couldn't take it anymore and would ask her to take him home. He found it hard to believe that he had pulled off his charade to this point but knew that he couldn't keep it up for any length of time. Now would be a good time for him to make his escape even if it meant going home dressed like he was. As he wondered through the crowd, he felt a bit dizzy from drinking his punch so quickly. "Didn't I pass that couple a few minutes ago? Where the hell has Sheryl gotten herself off too? I've got to get out of here before she comes back," He wondered. "Heidi what happened? You get lost or something?" Margaret's voice brought his attention back to his immediate surroundings. "I....I was....was just looking for the bathroom," he stammered. "Well, come on sugar plum, I'll show you the way," she said with a big smile. She placed her hand on his round ass as she pushed their way through the crowd. Harold thankfully shut the door and put his back to it. "Shit, now what am I going to do? I can't find Sheryl anywhere and now Margaret's found me. The only way out for me is to see if I can persuade her to call me a cab. I can't keep this up much longer," he thought. Realizing that he had to pee, Harold walked to the commode, lifted the lid. He pulled up his skirt and slip, pushed his hose and panties down. A full stream of piss splashed into the ceramic bowl and he sighed in relief. His stream of piss went flying everywhere as the door to the bathroom flew open and banged loudly against the wall. Margaret's body filled the doorway as he tried to get his wayward piss flowing back into the bowl. "You fucking faggot! You dick head! Why can't you stick with your own kind? Why did you fuck with me? You get off playing cruel tricks like this on people, is that it? I don't like being fucked with," she yelled as he finished peeing. Before he could do anything else, Margaret had a strong grip behind his neck and was forcing him back into the living area. "Alright you faggots, who put this little shit up to fucking with me? I know it has to be one of you. So speak up before I tear every one of you a new asshole," she screamed over the noise of the music. Ooo Harold found himself unceremoniously tossed out of the GL Hostel. When they found out that he was straight and intentionally fooled them, they were madder than a flock of wet hens. It wasn't until they saw his tattoos that they really got pissed. Those tats proved that he was a cock sucker and therefore had lied about being straight. He had absolutely no credibility and was just fucking them over big time. For that, he was made to pay. First, they took off his blouse, slip and skirt to give back to Sheryl. Dressed in only his underwear, they made him clean the bathroom that he filled with his pee. He did that on hands and knees with a toothbrush and rag. Once the floor and walls were cleaned, he was made to clean the commode rim with his tongue. As he was cleaning the bathroom, one of the alpha males would stop him long enough to get a blow job. After each blow job, he had to reapply his lipstick. By the time all the gay men had their way, the tube of lipstick was down to a small nub and his face and hair were covered in cum. They weren't finished with him once the room had been cleaned. At the urging of the dykes, the men formed a conga line behind Harold and each took a turn at his upturned ass. It was bad enough getting butt fucked but the comments about his Minnie Mouse tat made it worse. Cum was flowing down his thighs and legs when Margaret stepped up behind him. She was wearing a particularly large black strap on with raised bumps all over it. She plunged it into his defenseless opening with relish. The abundance of cum made the penetration almost bearable but it still hurt like the dickens and stretched his hole. When she had finished, she unstraped the device and left the dildo lodged deep inside. He was exhausted and hurt all over as he was pulled up and sat on a wooden chair. Someone handed him a large glass of rum punch and he thirstily gulped it down. The liquor hit him and made his head spin. As he sat, holding the empty glass, a wrinkled old man with a jaundice look knelt down in front of him and took Harold's dick into his mouth. The old man was good and sucked with gusto. Harold almost fainted as the biggest load of cum he had ever produced flowed into the old man's mouth. The old man stood up grinning from ear to ear and said, "Well I'm too old and ugly for you youngsters, so I thought I'd have a little taste." "Old man get out of the way, we haven't given this jerk off his present yet, You guys, grab hold of him and make damn sure he doesn't move," Margaret said as she stepped between Harold's legs. She pulled Harold off the seat to where his gentiles were hanging free. She forced his balls back up into his body painfully then quickly spread a cold liquid across his groin. Moving fast, she then grabbed his limp penis and shoved it into a pink rubber tube and pressed something tightly into his groin. Stepping back with a big grin, she said, "The ass wipe wanted to be a girl, so now he can really pass as one. That glue will hold him altogether for at least two months. There is just one more present to give him then we can toss his ass out on the sidewalk. With that said she removed his bra. She then wiped his chest with alcohol and applied a cold liquid to his breasts. Harold could guess what was coming next and tried to squirm away but a sharp slap across his face settled him down. In short order he had "D" cup sized breasts on his chest. He was pulled to his feet and led to a full length mirror. When he saw what she had done to him, Harold fainted. The artificial vagina didn't look all that realistic but there was no doubting what it was. The massive false breasts were obviously fake but would pass in a dark room. Margaret wasn't finished with him just yet. While he was held upright, she pulled his panties and hose into place after removing the dildo. A flood of cum immediately flowed from the wide opening, saturating his panties and hose. Next, she slid a short black satin mini skirt on and then a soft pink semi-transparent chiffon long sleeved blouse. His shoes were replaced with five inch spike heeled gold leather strappy sandals. His makeup was repaired, a gold leatherette hand bag containing makeup, tissues and a box of condoms was slung over his shoulder. He was sprayed with a heady dose of floral perfume and tossed out the front door. "Get your sorry ass home as best you fucking can asshole and don't you ever come back here. Plan on taking your time while you are about it, you have to walk through some rough neighborhoods. A girl like you shouldn't have too much problem though. All you gotta do is use that mouth and pussy along the way," Margaret yelled as she slammed the door. The End