Unforgettable Christmas
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A Pussy For Christmas free porn video
Paul asks for a pussy for Christmas, without realising that "pussy" has a
double meaning. Just a short Christmas gift for Fictionmania readers.
*****
"What's the best looking pet?" asked Joe.
"I dunno," said his friends.
"A pussy!" he said.
His friends all laughed. Paul wasn't quite sure why the joke was funny,
but he laughed along to avoid feeling left out.
Paul was 12 years old. He was very bright, but also very naive. He had
started school at a young age, so most of his school friends were 13 or
14. He was a bit of a misfit, and though he tried hard to fit in, he was
really out of his depth as his school mates' conversation turned to more
teenager talk.
"Yeah," said David. "You know what else is different about pussies? Only
girls can have them!"
Again Paul laughed along, not quite sure what the joke was. But his first
reaction was take it literally. And he thought to himself, "You know,
David is right. Susie has a pet pussy cat, as does Rachel across the
road. I can't think of any boys who have pussies. My friend Andrew has a
pussy cat in the house, but it actually belongs to his sister Vicki."
As Paul walked home, he thought, it's not fair that only girls are
allowed to have pussies. Because he had to admit that he agreed with
Joe's joke - a cat really is the best pet. He liked how they slinked
around and snuggled up to people, how they weren't loud and rough and
smelly like dogs.
Come to think of it, dogs were a lot like boys, or at least most boys:
loud, rough and smelly. Paul really envied girls. They got to wear pretty
clothes, and wear their hair in cute ways. True, girls couldn't stand to
pee and women were the ones who had to have the babies, but Paul still
thought they had the better part of the deal.
And now, on top of that, it seems only girls could have pussies. It
wasn't fair!
But then he thought, maybe Santa could make an exception. He knew what
he'd do. He'd ask Santa for a pussy for Christmas.
*****
Yes, Paul was so innocent and naive that he still believed in Santa. Most
of his friends had made comments that made it clear that they didn't
believe in Santa any more, but Paul wasn't so sure. Furthermore, he
wanted to believe in Santa. He loved the idea that it was a magical man
who brought the presents at Christmas.
So later that day, when his Mum took him to the mall, Paul resolved to
ask Santa for a pet pussy cat for Christmas.
When they got to the area where Santa was, he saw that all of the
children lining up were smaller than him. But still, he was determined to
sit with Santa and tell what him what he wanted.
"Don't you think you're a bit old for this now?" his mother said.
"Oh please," said Paul, "just one last time? I know I'll be too old when
I'm a teenager, but maybe a 12 year old can sit with him?"
"OK," said his mother. "But be gentle. He won't be used to big boys
sitting on his lap."
So Paul lined up. He watched Santa closely as he waited. Santa had a real
twinkle in his eye. He knew that there was a Santa in many malls across
the city, and they couldn't all be the real Santa. But this man looked
special. He listened to every child closely, and seemed to have real love
and wisdom in his eyes. Somehow, Paul was sure this was the real Santa.
Eventually it was Paul's turn. There was a bit of confusion getting Paul
on his lap, as he was larger than the other children. Eventually the elf
directed Paul to rest his arm on the chair, so he wouldn't lean into
Santa or squash him.
"Ho ho ho," he said. "What would you like for Christmas, Paul?"
("That's strange," thought Paul, "I'm sure I didn't tell him my name.")
But he let it pass. This was the real Santa, after all.
"Well Santa," he said, "what I'd like, more than anything else, is a
pussy."
"A pussy?"
"Yes, a pussy. I've heard that only girls can have them. But I'd really
like one."
Santa looked carefully and thoughtfully at Paul. "Well, you heard right
Paul. Only girls can have pussies. But if you really want one, I can make
it happen."
"So on Christmas morning, I'll have a pussy?"
"Yes Paul, you will," said Santa. "But, you've got to keep it. It's not
like a toy, you can't just throw it out."
"I know." said Paul.
"So it's what you really want?"
"Yes Santa."
"OK then, Paul. I'll get you a pussy." Santa raised his voice. "Ho ho ho,
Merry Christmas Paul!"
With that, Paul hopped down and went back to his mother.
"What did you ask for, Paul?" his mother asked.
"A pussy."
"Oh," said his mother. "You realise, a pet is a big responsibility. You
can't return it. If Santa gives you a pussy, you'll have to keep it and
look after it for its entire life."
"Yes Mum, I know that."
"Well OK, if you're sure you want a pussy, and you're sure you want to
keep that pussy, then maybe Santa can arrange that."
"He promised that he would!" said Paul.
*****
And so the days counted down to Christmas. Paul was getting more and more
excited, knowing he would finally get a pussy.
*****
Paul woke up on Christmas morning. He looked at his clock. 6.05 am. It
was early, but not too early to sneak down and see what was under the
tree. He got up, and immediately headed down to the lounge, where the
Christmas tree was.
Some hair trickled into his face as he walked, but he brushed it aside
without giving it a thought.
He turned the lounge light on and looked at the pile of presents under
the tree. There, on the side, was a cat carrier (one of those little
cages you use to take a cat on a trip), with a red bow on top.
Paul looked in. A little black and white kitten looked back.
"A pussy!" Paul gasped. "I've got my own pussy!"
The children usually had to wait until the parents were up before they
could open gifts, but Paul was sure they could make an exception for a
pet. He picked the carry cage up and, noticing it had a water bowl in it,
carried it carefully back to his room.
He set the cage down in his room, closed the door, and turned on the
light.
"What?" he thought. "My room's changed!"
And it had. The blue bedspread and curtains had been replaced by pink
ones. Instead of space in the corner for the toys he played with when he
was younger, there was now a dressing table and mirror. The rest of the
room was more or less the same, but why had someone snuck in a dressing
table and mirror, and changed his bedspread and curtains?
Paul went over and looked at the mirror. Then he looked IN the mirror,
and got the shock of his life.
He looked like a girl. His face was his, exactly the same. But his hair
was long, down to his shoulders, like a girl. Furthermore, he was wearing
light purple pyjamas, with Elsa and Anna from "Frozen" on the front.
"I'm a... I'm a... girl?"
He thought for a moment.
"So if I'm a girl, that means..."
He pulled his pyjama pants down. Instead of boys' underpants, he now had
pink panties on. There was no bulge in the front at all.
"It can't be..."
He pulled the panties down to look. There was no penis there. Instead,
there was a vertical slit. He knew this was a vulva.
"So it's true," he whispered, "only girls can have pussies. Santa turned
me into a girl!"
Paul wasn't sure whether to be excited or disappointed. He liked the idea
of being a girl and having a pet cat. But the one thing he liked about
being a boy was having a penis. He liked to be able to stand and pee.
Would he now always be sitting to pee?
Paul decided he might as well take his top off too. He hadn't noticed
before, but there on his chest were two small but well formed breasts.
He gave them a little feel. They were soft, and kind of nice to touch.
Except the nipples - they were quite sensitive, though he got a small
tingling if he touched them ever so gently.
"I guess having boobs might be interesting," thought Paul. "Oh, and I
guess that means I get to wear a bra!"
Paul had always been slightly fascinated by bras. He looked in his top
draw and, sure enough, there was a small selection of bras. Some were
white, though one was more of an off white colour. He picked out one of
the white ones. He admired how soft and lacey it looked.
Paul hooked the bra over his shoulders. He carefully put one small boob
in each cup. Then he reached around and, with some difficulty, latched it
up at the back.
He looked at himself in the mirror again. He looked like - indeed he was
- a young woman in her underwear. She pushed the cups of the bra
together. "Wow, I've even got cleavage," she smiled.
She looked down at her panties again, flat against her smooth crotch. She
still was kind of disappointed about her penis being gone, but as she
looked in the mirror, she was sure her hips were a bit wider. She really
did seem to have the beginnings of a female figure.
And she liked the feel of the bra holding her boobs, and the panties
flush against her flat crotch. She still missed her penis, but had to
admit that being a girl both looked nice, and felt nice.
Then she saw something she hadn't seen before: a dress hanging on her
chair. It was a bright red sleeveless dress, and Paul guessed - correctly
- that it had been especially chosen as a Christmas dress.
She decided to put on the dress and see how she looked. She wasn't sure
which way to do it - to step into it or pull it over the top. She decided
to pull it over the top, like a tee shirt. She reached her arms into the
arm holes and it fell into place. It felt a bit loose, and she realised
there was a button at the back, which she reached around and did up.
Again, she admired herself in the mirror. The dress sat nicely, but not
immodestly, highlighting her small boobs and her hips. It had little
frills around the bottom. She gave a little twirl, and giggled.
She liked it. She'd never been able to be "pretty" before. But there was
no denying: in this dress she was a pretty almost-teen girl.
A "mew" came from the cat cage. "Oh sorry pussy, I forgot about you! How
could I? You're the reason I'm like this."
She opened the door and picked the cat up. She snuggled it into her
chest, and enjoyed how it gently pushed into her new boobs.
"I'm not sure what I'll call you," she said, "but for now it's just
'Puss'".
She looked at the tag on the cage. "To Paula, Merry Christmas."
"Well that makes sense," she thought, "I've gone from Paul to Paula."
With still no one up, Paula found a brush on the dressing table, and
brushed her shoulder-length hair. She wasn't sure if she should put
anything in it. But she saw a headband on the dresser, so put that in,
trying to remember how the girls at school did it.
Again, she admired herself in the mirror. Not only was she pretty, but
she was also cute.
*****
Eventually she heard noises as the rest of her family got up. Paula
wasn't sure what to do. The gift tag said "Paula", but would the rest of
the family be surprised to see that Paul was now a girl?
She needn't have worried. Everyone thought it was completely normal and
called her "Paula". Her parents also occasionally called her "Sweetie" or
"Princess". Paula loved it. She loved being a pretty girl, and loved
being treated like one.
After breakfast, came the moment she'd been worried about. Her bladder
was full, and she needed to use the toilet.
She went into the bathroom with some trepidation. She enjoyed being a
girl. She enjoyed being pretty and wearing a pretty dress. But she wasn't
sure about sitting to pee.
She sat the seat down, pulled down her panties, lifted her dress, and sat
down. Instinctively she reached a hand under the dress to direct her
penis down, but then felt and of course there was nothing to push down.
Although it didn't feel right, she relaxed to let the pee come out,
without directing it. And after a few moments, out it came. She felt the
pee coming out of her vulva. The feeling was different, but not
unpleasant. And and she could tell from the splashing sound that it was
going right down into the bowl like it was meant to.
Once she was done, she spread her legs a bit, and gave the area a wipe
with the toilet paper.
"Well that wasn't so bad," she thought. "On the plus side, I can pee
without using my hands."
Since she was there with her panties down, she spent a few minutes
exploring. She felt her vulva. It felt different, but not bad. She liked
how smooth it was. She felt around a bit more, marvelling at the new
sensations. She wasn't sure if she liked it more than before, or not.
As she felt around, she began to feel a tingling. She recognised that
tingling. She used to get it as Paul when he thought about the
differences between girls and boys, or when he stroked his penis. It
would make his penis go hard. Now, she wasn't sure what was happening to
her now - the tingling felt nice, though it was a pity there wasn't a
boner to go with it.
"Well, I guess that's part of the price for getting a pussy", she
thought. She flushed, washed her hands, and went back down to be with her
family.
*****
A little while later, Paula carried Puss her older sister's room.
"Do you like my new pussy, Sarah?" Paula asked.
"Aww lovely!" Sarah said. "But Paula, just one thing."
"What"
"It's probably better not to call her a 'pussy'. 'Pussy cat' is ok, but
not 'pussy'".
"Why not?"
"Well... there's no delicate way to put this... 'pussy' is a slang word
for vagina."
"Oh..." said Paula.
"What's the problem?"
"So that's what my friends meant when they said only girls have pussies."
"Yes!" Sarah laughed.
"So boys can have pet cats?"
"Of course!" chuckled Sarah. "Not that it affects you."
Paula's face dropped, and she ran to her room.
"What did I say?" wondered Sarah.
*****
Paula shut the door to her room, in tears.
"What have I done Puss? I asked for a pussy, so Santa turned me into a
girl!"
She lifted the hem of the dress, pulled down her panties, and stared at
her vulva. Her pussy. She'd given up her penis for this.
No more standing to pee. Just a vulva, and she'd be sitting to pee for
life.
But then she thought, like the rest of her, it didn't look so bad. She
liked having boobs, she liked having rounder hips, and she had to admit,
she kind of liked the look of her soft, smooth mound.
True, she couldn't pee standing any more. But was that just her thinking
like a little boy? Did that really outweigh the benefits of being a girl?
She thought back to her morning. She had enjoyed wearing the red dress.
She had enjoyed being a girl and being called "Paula". And even sitting
to pee, which every young boy must think is the ultimate indignity,
wasn't too bad.
But more than that, it FELT right. Having boobs and a pussy, being a
girl, seemed natural. Reaching down, and not touching a penis: it felt
right.
And in that moment she knew, Santa had got it right. He had seen the
deepest desire of Paul's heart, and seen that a pussy was what he really
wanted.
Paula began crying again, but this time she was crying tears of joy.
*****
Sarah knocked on the door. "Can I come in?"
"Yes" called Paula.
"Paula, are you ok?"
Paula nodded.
"Were you crying?"
"I was at first, but I'm better now. I wasn't sure if I liked my gift,
but I've realised, deep down, it's what I always wanted..."
"...Santa gave me a pussy, and it's the best Christmas gift ever!"
The End
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