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It was the Christmas I was 15. I was wandering through the shopping centre
with my best friend and next door neighbour Ed, when we saw a little booth:
"Santa's Wishing Booth."
In smaller writing it said, "Write your deepest wish to Santa, and don't tell
anyone. If you're prepared to work together and have faith, Santa will do
everything in his power to make it happen."
Ed and I looked at each other. Weird, but why not? We thought.
I took a form and walked away. I could see Ed was filling in his a few metres
away.
I looked at the form:
"What is your name (first name only)"
I wrote, "Paul."
"Do you believe Santa can do miracles, and promise to help"
What have I got to lose? I thought. I'll try believing for 3 days. I wrote,
"Yes."
"What is your Christmas wish?"
I looked around to check no one could see. Dare I put my deepest desire?
I hunched right over in case a surveillance camera caught me. "I wish I was a
girl."
I quickly folded it, put it in an envelope, sealed it.
Am I really doing this, I thought? But Ed had already posted his, so it was
too late to back out now. I posted it in the box by the booth, then Ed and I
headed home.
"I know we can't tell," said Ed. "But I really hope mine comes true. I hope
yours does too." Ed was a good hearted guy. "But do you have any idea what
you're hoping for me?" I thought to myself.
I went back to the shopping centre by myself the next day. The booth was
gone. In its place were games machines which looked like they'd been there
for a long time. I felt a wave of wonder. Was it possible? Was there really
anything magic about that booth? Had it been there just for me and Ed?
The next night was Christmas Eve. I went to bed that night, wondering. Would
anything actually change? Was I crazy for wishing this? Was I crazy for even
thinking it was possible?
I woke up the next morning. I looked around my room. The colours were
possibly different, but maybe that was the light because I'd woken up so
early.
I reached under the covers and put my hand towards my crotch.
Nothing had changed.
I sighed. I rebuked myself for even entertaining the idea that Christmas
magic was possible. And yet, there had been something about that booth that
really did seem to exude magic. And also, the way it had disappeared.
No one else was up yet. As I liked to do, I went down to the living room
where the tree was. I wasn't allowed to open presents yet, but I was allowed
to look. There were several presents to me from Mum and Dad, as well as
presents to my younger brother and sister, as well as little gifts from my
brother and sister to me.
Then right over, on the side, was a parcel wrapped in paper which seemed to
sparkle in the light.
"To Paul, a gift from Santa. Believe."
I could scarcely believe my eyes. First, it had been years since anyone in
our family had pretended gifts were from Santa. And then, there was that
word, "Believe" - reminiscent of that booth, and quite unlike anything my
parents would write.
The parcel was soft, like an item of clothing. I decided, since it wasn't
from my parents, I could sneak back down to my room and open it.
So back in my room I opened it: it was girl's clothing: a red dress, bra and
panties, some girl's sandals, and a bikini.
What was I to do? It was certainly a miracle that "Santa" - or someone - knew
of my wish to be a girl. But how would that dress help?
And then I realised what it must be. The card in the booth had said I needed
to "promise to help." I had to help the miracle happen. Perhaps, if I wore
the dress today, it would help the miracle happen.
The problem, of course, was what if I was wrong? Then I would be humiliated,
wearing a dress in front of my family.
I waited until about 8 am, when I heard other family members getting up.
After much sweating and even praying in the last hour, I decided I had to do
it. I would wear the red dress.
First I put on the panties, feeling ridiculous as my penis half showed out.
With some effort, I got the bra on. Then I pulled the dress over my head. The
first dress I'd worn in my life. Finally, I put on the sandals. (This is
Australia, where Christmas is in the summer).
There was no mirror in my room, so I went into the bathroom to check myself
out. I looked truly ridiculous. A 15 year old boy in a red dress.
Even though somehow I knew I had to show faith, I decided to first show my
younger sister. If she laughed at me, perhaps I could pretend it was a joke,
or an elf suit.
I knocked on her door. "Merry Christmas Susie. Can I come in?" I swallowed
and walked in. "Do you like my outfit?"
"If that's what you want, it's lovely" said Susie, "Very pretty."
I breathed a sigh of relief. Whatever was happening, Susie found my outfit
believable, despite the fact that I'd never worn a dress before.
I waited for her and my brother Andy to go down the living room. Then I
followed.
"Oh, a dress?" said my mother.
"I guess that means we call you 'Paula' now?" said my father.
And with that, they did. They carried on as if the dress was completely
normal, as if I really was a girl called Paula.
Of course, I felt like anything but a girl called Paula. I looked anything
but female. Not only was I the wrong shape and completely flat chested, but
there was a definite penis bulge showing below.
I could scarcely believe they were taking me seriously, but there was no hint
of anything otherwise. As we had breakfast, everyone in my family continued
to call me "Paula" and it was as if I had always been female. But nothing
changed. I was still a 15 year old boy in a dress. Being treated like a girl
didn't change that.
Maybe it was all an elaborate practical joke, which my whole family was in
on?
Later, my sister came into my room and saw my bikini. "Oh, you've got to show
off that bikini, Paula," she said. "Let's go for a swim."
We had a pool, and it was a typical warm Australian Christmas day. What could
I do? The day had been so surreal, I just went with it. I went to my room and
put on the bikini. I looked like a boy in Speedos (the colloquial Australian
name for men's brief bathers), with an empty bikini top across my scrawny
teenage male chest.
And yet still, no one thought it was unusual. So I nervously swam for a few
minutes before getting out.
As I was drying off, heard familiar voice.
"Hello Paul."
I froze. It was Ed. And he'd called me Paul.
"You called me Paul."
"So?"
"Everyone else is calling me Paula."
"So that's the reason for... what you're wearing?"
"Yes. Maybe we should talk in private in my room."
We went down to my room. "I got that dress from Santa. I don't know how to
explain it. But now everyone is acting like I've always been Paula. Everyone
except you."
"Hmm," thought Ed. "I got something from Santa too." He pulled out a strange
looking stick. It began to glow.
"Oh wow, it hasn't done that before." He waved it, and as he did, sparkles
wafted from it. Slowly, the decor in my room changed. Pink sheets, different
items on the shelves, dresses in the open cupboard. It was now a girl's room.
"I think I know what the wand is for, Paul. Are you ready?"
I nodded.
He touched the wand to me head, and hair fell down around my shoulders.
He touched it to my face, and I could feel change.
He touched it to my neck, and I gasped, "Oh" - my voice was higher.
He touched it to each arm, and they thinned slightly.
He touched it to each leg, and they became softer, shorter, and a little
plumper near the top.
He took a breath, and gently touched it in the middle of my chest. Two soft
breasts formed, filling the bikini cups. What little muscle definition was in
my stomach area, completely disappeared as it became smooth.
The whole thing had been incredibly erotic, and a definite erection was
showing in my bikini bottoms.
"Ok now, the big one," he said. He gently touched the end of my erection with
his wand, and the penis inside my bikini pushed back until it was gone. At
the same time, the wand shimmered and disappeared.
"Paula, Ed lunch time!" my mother called out.
We looked at each other for a moment. Then I said in my new, high voice, "You
go..." - my voice surprised me - "you go ahead, I'll just get changed."
While I got changed, I took a few minutes to stare at my naked body in
wonder. I really did have boobs. I really was shapely. And best of all, I
really did have no penis, but instead a vertical opening, what I had always
dreamed of.
I got back into the dress. Instead of looking ungainly, now it looked
perfect. It showed off my new curves, and there was no way there was a boy
inside it.
And the little card from Santa had changed its punctuation: "To Paula, gift
from Santa. Believe."
I went down for lunch. In the hallway I looked at the photos, and in every
one I was now a girl. It was like I had always been a girl.
People were still milling around, everyone commenting on my dress, and again
everyone seemed to think I had always been a girl.
Finally I had a chance to speak to Ed without anyone else hearing.
"So Ed, do you still remember me... differently?"
"Yes," said Ed. "As far as I can tell, I'm the only one."
"I guess you know what I wished for now," I said. "But what did you wish for?
A magic wand? A girlfriend?"
"No," Ed smiled. "I wished I could make someone truly happy."
Tears welled up in my eyes. "You have." I smiled. "You and Santa really have.
You are the best friend a guy - or a girl - could hope for."
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