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Another pussy for Christmas
*****
In "A pussy for Christmas," Paul asked for a pussy for Christmas, without
realising that "pussy" has a double meaning. In this sequel Paul, now
Paula, visits her cousin Joseph, who turns out to have a very similar
wish.
(You don't really need to read "A pussy for Christmas," but it helps. If
you want to, just click the author link at the top of this page and it
should be easy to find).
*****
Paula looked into the bathroom mirror and smiled.
She loved her body. As a 13 year old girl, of course it wasn't perfect,
but she had to admit it was wonderful to see a girl in the mirror every
morning.
She took off her nightgown and stood there, now only in her panties. She
smiled as she looked at her boobs - still A cup, but perky, feminine
boobs nonetheless. She also loved her curves, the shape of her body as it
went in at her waist, out at her developing hips, and down to her lovely
smooth legs.
She turned her eyes to her pink panties, with a tiny bow at the top. They
were so cute! But best of all was what was inside, or perhaps better to
say, what wasn't inside. No longer was there anything bulging out.
Instead, she could just faintly make out the shape of a cameltoe, the
shape of that most feminine body part of all. Her pussy.
You see, Paula hadn't always had a pussy. Paula had been born Paul. She
had been changed into Paula by what was, for her, a piece of accidental
but wonderful magic.
Around this time last year, in the lead-up to Christmas, 12 year old Paul
had decided he wanted, more than anything else, a pussy for Christmas.
What Paul hadn't realised was that "pussy" has a double meaning, and so
while his parents had got him a pet kitten, Santa had magically given him
a pussy. So now Paul was Paula.
Although Paula had initially been shocked by the change, she had quickly
realised how wise Santa was, that it was actually what she wanted, deep
down. She enjoyed her smooth shape and soft little breasts. She loved
wearing a dress and having everyone call her pretty. Best of all, she
loved having a pussy instead of a penis.
It felt like her penis wasn't completely gone, though. It felt like it
had retracted into her body, with just the tip able to be touched, if she
slightly parted her outer labia and felt inside with her finger. That
tip, which she discovered was called her clitoris, was incredibly
sensitive. Far more sensitive and pleasurable to touch that any part of
her former penis. In the months that followed her change, she had
discovered just how pleasurable that touch was, as she explored her new
body and discovered the wonders of female masturbation.
Initially she had thought there was a downside, that she wasn't able to
stand to pee. But pretty soon she discovered she was much happier having
a pussy. Yes, boys have this little urinal device. But it's permanently
attached, and 99.9% of the time it was just in the way. A pussy, with its
smooth shape and gentle indent, was so much smoother, so much better, so
much prettier to have. A pussy... just felt right.
"Thank you again, Santa," she whispered, as turned away from the mirror
and stepped into the shower.
*****
For some reason, when Paul changed into Paula, everything around her
changed too. It was like she had always been a girl called Paula. All the
family photos, all the memories her family and friends talked about, were
of a girl called Paula.
Whatever had happened - whether the past had changed, or whether just
everyone's memories had changed except hers - the changes were fairly
minimal. Pretty well everything Paula remembered doing as Paul, other
people remembered her doing as Paula. So instead of a somewhat shy and
reserved boy, people instead remembered a girl who had been a little
tomboyish.
As she showered, she wondered, what would it be like when she visited her
cousins?
Because that day, Paula and her family (her parents, and older sister
Sarah), were going to fly across the country to visit her cousins for
Christmas. There was Tara, who was about Sarah's age; Joseph, a boy who
was just a little younger than Paula; and their parents. Paula was both
excited and apprehensive. Even though she only visited them every year or
two, she felt - as Paul - that Joseph had been his best friend. They had
very similar personalities, liked the same things, and did everything
together.
But was that going to change? Now that Paula was growing into a young
woman, would there be that same closeness to Joseph? She feared it might
not quite be the same.
And where would she sleep? As Paula remembered it, she would sleep in
Joseph's room, and Sarah would sleep in Tara's room. Would she now have
to share a room with the older girls? That would be a pity, because she
had always loved sharing a room with Joseph.
In fact, it would be no exaggeration to say that sleeping in Joseph's
room, talking and messing around, were some of her fondest memories. Were
those memories no longer real? And what would Joseph remember? When Paul
magically became Paula, everyone's memories seemed to simply substitute
one memory with another. But what would happen to Joseph's memories of
Paul sleeping in his room? Would they simply disappear, replaced with
memories of being the only boy in the house?
Still, there was time to worry about that later. There was a plane to
catch.
Paula picked her outfit for the plane. The choice was easy: a blouse and
a skirt. In the old days, he would have had to wear pants or shorts of
course. Now, she could wear a skirt. That would be so much cooler and
more comfortable on the stuffy plane. "Another reason I love being a
girl," Paula smiled.
*****
"Tara," Joseph heard his mother say, "you know your cousins Sarah and
Paula are going to share your room tonight?"
"Paula?" thought Joseph. Did his Mum really say Paula just then?
Joseph shook his head. "Of course she said Paula!" His cousins were two
girls, Sarah and Paula. What was he thinking!
"But then who's my cousin Paul?" he thought, "The one who I always follow
around and want to be like?"
Again he shook his head. "Where did that thought come from? I don't have
a cousin called Paul!" He must have been confused with one of his friends
at school.
Of course Paula was a girl. She loved wearing dresses and always had
clips or bows in her hair. But for a girl, Paula was great fun. Not like
her older sister Sarah, who always ignored him and hung out with Tara.
Paula always enjoyed playing with him.
Wait, thought Joseph. I'm sure I remember getting changed with Paula to
go swimming.
No, that can't be right. No, now he thought about it, Sarah and Paula
always slept in Tara's room when they visited, and Paula would have got
changed in there.
But... hadn't Paula slept with him in his room? He was sure he had a
memory of Paula sleeping on a mattress on the floor.
Again, he shook his head. No, he must be thinking of some other
sleepover. Paula's a girl. She always shares a room with Sarah and Tara,
not him.
The more Joseph thought, the more those silly thoughts went away. Of
course Paula was a girl. Yes, a girl who he got on with better than any
boy, but still very much a girl. He wasn't sure why this idea of a "Paul"
popped into his head. He must have been remembering some silly dream.
*****
Later that day, Sarah, Paula and their parents arrived.
"I don't know what I was thinking, because Paula is definitely a girl!"
Joseph thought. The hair, the slightly rounded hips, and most of all the
boobs, there could be little doubt Paula was a girl!
"Hi Joseph, great to see you!" beamed Paula.
Joseph snapped out of his trance. He hoped he hadn't been checking out
his own cousin! He tried to answer as if everything was normal.
"Hi Paula, how've you been?"
"Good! In fact it's been a wonderful year!"
"I'm sure it has been," Joseph thought. There was no denying that Paula
was growing into a very attractive teenage girl. ("I'm sure she's a
popular girl at school. I'm a bit of an outcast, but I can't imagine such
a sweet and pretty girl being anything but popular," he thought.)
Again Paula spoke and broke up Joseph thoughts, "So, what have you been
up to?"
"Oh just the usual. I can show you some of things I've made in my room if
you like."
"Not too long!" said Joseph's mum, "I thought we'd all go down to the
beach for a while. I'm sure Sarah and Paula will enjoy some fresh air."
[Remember this in Australia where Christmas is during summer].
So Paula and Joseph went to his room and chatted for a while. It was
certainly just like old times. Paula liked all the things Joseph
remembered her liking - books, computers, bikes. But still Joseph
couldn't shake the idea that he had memories of a male cousin called
Paul.
Eventually it was time to go to the beach. So the girls all went off to
Tara's room to get changed.
When they came out, Paula was wearing a one piece swimsuit. The way it
hugged her crotch removed any possible doubt - Paula was definitely all
girl!
At the beach, Joseph asked if anyone wanted to go boogie boarding. [I've
no idea if these are popular outside of Australia - they're about 3-4
feet long and kids lie on them and surf - obviously easier than real
surfing].
Tara and Sarah, in their bikinis, were more interested in sunbathing. But
Paula eagerly joined in the fun in the water.
"Maybe that's why I have these memories of 'Paul'," thought Joseph,
"Paula's fun, just like a boy. Maybe when I was very young I had the idea
she was a boy, perhaps she even slept in my room sometimes, and the idea
that she was a boy stuck in the back of my mind".
Later, they all walked up the beach to get ice creams. Joseph could see
the looks his sister and cousins were getting from teenage boys walking
past. There was no doubt they were all very pretty and shapely young
girls.
No one looks at me, Joseph sighed.
Again Joseph stole a look at Paula's body. In her swimsuit he could
clearly make out her curves, and her small boobs. And of course, the way
the swimsuit curved around her smooth crotch.
"Is this wrong, looking at her like that?" he again thought to himself.
*****
That evening, both families went out for dinner. Joseph of course wore a
shirt and pants.
Paula wore a bright floral dress.
"Wow, you look pretty!" Joseph said.
"Thanks!" smiled Paula.
Joseph caught himself. Was that a strange thing to say to his own cousin?
But he reassured himself: he wasn't hitting on her. He was admiring her.
Admiring?
And then it hit him. It wasn't just admiration... it was envy!
He was, in a weird way, kind of jealous that Paula was a girl. She was so
pretty, and got to dress up even prettier. Yet she wasn't like his sister
Tara, or most of the girls he knew at school. She wasn't into boring
things. She was fun to be around, and did fun things. And yet, she got to
be so sweet and feminine, while Joseph was just his boring self.
In that moment, Joseph was jealous. Girls like Paula had the best of both
worlds. Just for a moment, he wished he was a girl like Paula.
"Wait, did I think that?" thought Joseph. "That's ridiculous. What am, I
queer or something? Of course it's good being a boy!"
The thought passed, and he enjoyed the rest of the evening.
*****
When they got home from dinner, Joseph noticed Paula looking at her
phone, giggling.
"What are you watching?" he asked.
"It's my cat, Puss. I'm Skyping with my friend who's minding her while
we're here."
"I never knew you had a pussy!"
"Yes, I got one last Christmas." She gave a sneaky smile. "Getting a
pussy was the best Christmas gift ever!"
"Can I have a look?"
"Sure!"
So Joseph sat next to Paula and watched the Skype with Puss and Paula's
friend. After, Paula showed Joseph more photos and videos of Puss.
("Paula's pussy is just the cutest thing!" Joseph thought.)
*****
Eventually it was time to go to bed. As expected, Paula and Sarah both
slept in Tara's room, while Joseph slept alone in his room.
As he lay in bed, he returned to the thoughts he had when he realised he
wasn't just admiring Paula in her dress, he was envying her.
What would it be like, to be a girl like Paula? Of course he wouldn't
have a penis and would have to sit to pee. But what would it be like to
have boobs slowly growing? To have such a soft and feminine shape? To
dress pretty? Or at least, to have the choice: to dress pretty and girly,
or dress more like the boys? To be attractive, and have a boys hitting on
him?
"No! Don't be ridiculous!" he thought. "Boys have it better. We're
bigger, stronger, and faster; plus who want to sit to pee every time?"
Of course, Joseph wasn't particularly big, strong, or fast. But that's
not the point. He was a boy - why would he want it any other way? He had
to get that silly thought out of his head.
It was true, though, that his closest friend was his female cousin Paula.
But that's because they had such similar personalities. While it was
great to be similar to his slightly older cousin, of course he didn't
want to be similar in EVERY way.
But they did have many similarities. Then Joseph thought of another one:
their love for cats. Paula was so lucky to have a pussy cat. Watching
those videos, her cat was sooooo cute.
Then he realised: that was what he wanted for Christmas... a pussy, just
like Paula's. He knew pussies were more of a girly pet, but he didn't
care. He'd love to have a pussy.
*****
The next day was Christmas Eve. They were told they going to the mall for
last minute Christmas shopping.
"Mum, am I able to change what I want for Christmas?" Joseph asked.
"It's a bit late... what it is it you want?"
"A pussy, like Paula has."
"A pussy?... the day before Christmas. It's a bit late to suddenly get a
pet, don't you think?"
Joseph's face fell. "OK," he mumbled, as he turned away so his Mum
wouldn't see the tears which were welling up.
A few minutes later Joseph saw Paula. Her cheery demeanour contrasted
with how down he felt. This time Paula was dressed in a pink t-shirt and
shorts. Whatever she wore - skirt, swimsuit, dress, or shorts, Joseph
noticed Paula looked good in anything. He wasn't sure if that cheered him
up, or made him feel envious again.
"So Paula," Joseph asked, "if there is something I really want for
Christmas, but it's impossible to get, what should I do?"
Paula cast her mind back to her own magical Christmas last year.
"I know this is going to sound silly, but ask Santa."
"Ask Santa??"
"Yes. I know people say Santa's not real. But let me just say, I know,
sometimes Santa can work magic."
Joseph was puzzled by this. But before he could ask any further, everyone
was rounded up to go to the mall. With six people in the car (two mums,
Sarah and Tara, Paula and Joseph), there was no opportunity to quiz Paula
further. And when they got to the mall, Paula was immediately dragged by
her mum to help choose Christmas food.
Joseph's mother and sister set off in a different direction. "Do you mind
if I just browse this book shop?" he asked.
"OK, we'll collect you in 20 to 30 minutes," his mum said. "If you don't
mind us picking decorations without you!"
But the real reason Joseph wanted time to himself was so he could see the
mall Santa. Perhaps because he was desperate, he wanted to try talking to
Santa - but he didn't want anyone in his family seeing him do it.
The line was surprisingly short. Miraculously short, perhaps. And within
a few short minutes, Joseph was standing next to Santa.
"Hi Santa."
"Ho ho ho young man. What is your name?"
"Joseph"
"And what would you like for Christmas, Joseph?"
"I'd like a pussy, just like Paula."
"Who's Paula?"
"She's my cousin. Last year, Santa gave a pussy to my cousin Paula. And
she loves it so much, I think it's her favourite gift ever. So would you
be able to give me a pussy, like you gave Paula a pussy last year?"
Santa paused in thought. Joseph could see Santa looking deep into his
eyes.
"A pussy. Just like your cousin Paula now has a pussy?"
"Yes."
"You realise that, as a rule, only girls have pussies?"
"Yes, but that's what I really want."
Santa paused again. Then he smiled.
"Very well, if that's the desire of your heart, Santa will see what he
can do."
"Really?"
"Really. Merry Christmas, Joseph."
"Merry Christmas Santa!"
And Joseph hurried back to the book shop before anyone saw him.
*****
That night, Christmas Eve, Joseph lay in bed, alone in his room. He could
hear the talking and giggling coming from the girls' room, and felt like
he was missing out. He wished he could share a room with Paula, like they
did when they were younger.
This Christmas was meant to be a great time with his cousins, especially
Paula. Instead, while Paula had been wonderfully friendly to him, it had
also been a time for him to envy just how happy Paula was and how good
life was for her.
"Oh well, hopefully I'll get a pussy tomorrow. Maybe then I'll feel as
happy as Paula," he thought to himself as he drifted off to sleep.
*****
Soon after dawn on Christmas morning, Joseph woke up. Christmas! Time to
sneak down and look at what was under the tree.
He swung his legs out of bed and landed on... a mattress?! There was
Paula, sleeping on a mattress on the floor. Why?
"Paula, what are you doing here?"
Paula woke up and looked up at Joseph. "Joseph? Is that you?"
"Of course it's me. But what are you doing in my room?"
"I just woke up here." Paula paused. "Why are you wearing a nightie?"
Joseph looked down. It did certainly look like he was wearing some sort
of night gown. "I just woke up like this."
Paula looked at Joseph some more. "Ooooooooh... Joseph, what did you ask
Santa for?"
"A pussy. I said I wanted a pussy, just like yours."
"OK... I think you're about to get the shock of your life. It looks like
Santa has given you a pussy."
"Where?"
"Inside your panties."
"What do you mean?"
"Take a look in the mirror."
"A mirror? Where did that come from?"
"Well, it looks like your room has a mirror now."
Joseph began to look around and saw indeed that his room was somewhat
different. There were lighter colours. Almost... girly colours. Finally
he looked at the mirror, but got a huge shock when he looked in it.
He looked more like a girl!
His hair was longer, and he was wearing some sort of pink and white night
gown with a floral pattern on it.
"What's happened?"
"Like I said, look at your panties."
Even though Paula was right there, Joseph was too shocked to mind his
modesty. He lifted the hem of his nightie and looked at the panties
underneath. They were pink too. But Joseph realised then that the shape
was all wrong. He put his hand to the front of them.
Where was his penis???
"What's happened to me?" he cried, "Where's my... where's my..."
"Well you're a girl, obviously!"
"What?" Joseph felt around inside his panties but his penis just wasn't
there. It felt like he could feel his scrotum, but it was smooth, with no
balls inside. And he just couldn't find his penis anywhere. He began to
panic. "What's going on??"
"Like I said, you're a girl now!"
"How is that possible?"
"Because only girls have pussies. So Santa turned you into a girl!"
"But... WHY?" Joseph got louder.
Paula was worried he'd wake the rest of the house up. She took him by the
shoulders, "Relax, it'll be ok. It's ok being a girl."
"That's easy for you to say, you've grown up that way!"
"No I didn't!"
"What?"
"The same thing happened to me!"
"What do you mean?"
"I used to be a boy. I used to be Paul."
The shock of the words was enough to make Joseph calm down a little.
After a few moments he spoke,
"So my memories of you as Paul... they're real?"
"Yes, they're real."
"What happened?"
"Well, last year, I asked Santa for a pussy for Christmas. Did Santa tell
you that only girls have pussies?"
"He said something like that, yes. I said I wanted one anyway."
"What I didn't know was 'pussy' is also a word for a girl's vagina. So
when I woke up last Christmas, I was a girl. It looks like the same thing
has happened to you!"
"But... why? Why not just give me a cat?"
"Well with me, I've realised, it's what I've always wanted. I'm so much
happier and self confident as a girl. Surely you've noticed that."
"Yeah, I guess."
"And, well, we're very much alike. So if I'm really a girl inside, it
doesn't surprise me that you are too."
"But... my dick... I like having a dick."
"They've overrated, believe me. What do you want it for? To stand to
pee?"
Joseph nodded.
"Peeing's actually easier as a girl. You just sit and do it 'no hands'.
No need to point or aim."
Joseph again put his hand inside his panties and began to feel his new
labia gently, tracing the smooth outline with his finger.
"It does feel kind of nice, I guess... but I'm Joseph... everyone thinks
I'm a boy!"
"Really? Look at your room. It's changed. Let's look at the sign on the
door."
Joseph opened the door and had a look. Instead of "Joseph's room" there
was now a pink sign with flowers, saying "Josie's room".
"So I'm Josie now?"
"So it seems."
"And everyone will remember me as Josie?"
"Almost certainly."
"But... *I* was able to remember you as Paul. I had a few memories of
Paul. I even had memories of us having a peeing contest when we were
younger". He gave a resigned smile, "I guess we won't be doing that
again."
"Well you'd be surprised, you'll probably find you can pee a little
distance in the shower - if you don't mind some dribbling on your leg.
But despite that, I don't think we'll be having any more peeing contests.
But we'll have SO much fun doing other things!"
"Like what?"
"Well, let's look in your closet."
Joseph opened the door, and gave a happy gasp. "Look at all those
dresses!"
"Let's get you trying some on!"
Joseph took his nightie off, and stared at his chest. He hadn't even
noticed them before: the beginnings of boobs.
"Oh wow!" he said, as he gave them a slight feel. "This is all so...
surreal."
Paula went to the drawer, took out a bra, and looked at the tag. "It
looks like you wear a training bra. Don't worry, they'll grow soon
enough."
Paula helped Joseph into the training bra, and did the clasp up at the
back.
Joseph walked to the mirror and looked at his reflection. No, not his
reflection... HER reflection. As she looked at the reflection: longer
hair, pretty face, cute little bra, smooth legs, and most of all, pink
panties covering a smooth female crotch, there was no doubt. She was a
girl now. Santa had given her a pussy, and changed her, for good.
"I'm a girl... I'm... Josie."
"How do you feel about it?"
"Not sure, but certainly not bad. Strange. Different."
"Well maybe this will help." Paula went to the closet and took a dress
off the rack. "Let's try some dresses on!"
And so Paula got Josie trying virtually every dress in her closet. Josie
quickly moved from being uncertain, to being happy, to being excited.
Every dress seemed prettier than the last. With Paula with her, Josie
admired how pretty and sweet she looked in each one.
Soon the doubts were out of her mind. She was Josie, and having the time
of her life trying on dresses with her best friend and closest cousin,
Paula.
*****
Eventually they were interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Josie, Paula, aren't you going to come down and open presents!"
Josie realised she'd had such fun trying dresses, she'd forgotten all
about Christmas presents.
They went down and Josie saw it straight away. A little cat cage with a
bow on the top.
"Oh, is that for me?" she squealed. She looked inside and sure enough,
there was a cute, adorable, black and white kitten. She took it out and
cuddled it.
"She's a girl, in case you're wondering," said Mum.
"Oh thank you Mum and Dad. I wasn't even expecting a pussy for Christmas.
But to actually get a pussy... it's just wonderful! A pussy is the best
Christmas present!"
"It sure is!" smiled Paula to herself.
*****
Later that day, after Christmas lunch, they got ready to go to the beach
again. Of course Josie found that she had a selection of cute swimsuits.
She picked a light blue coloured bikini. She admired her new form in the
mirror once again.
She didn't have much to fill the bikini top, but that didn't matter. The
frills made her top look super cute and girly.
But best of all, and of course most girly of all, was the smooth form of
her bikini bottoms. As she had that morning, she traced out the shape of
her new pussy with her finger. But while before it had been with dread,
now it was with wonder, and a little joy. She slowly traced the folds,
and the vertical indent in the middle. Such a perfect shape. She loved
the look of it. And she loved the feel of it - soft, smooth, and a little
sensitive.
There was no doubt now. She loved her new pussy.
She looked out the window, towards the sky. "Thank you Santa," she
whispered. "Thank you for giving me a pussy for Christmas!"
She went downstairs and joined the others, as they walked to the beach.
*****
At the beach, Josie and Paula saw some unfamiliar sea birds.
"What are these birds, Auntie Sue?" asked Paula.
"Boobies."
"Boobies?" Paula and Josie began to giggle.
"Yes, you silly girls, those birds really are called boobies."
Paula and Josie walked a few metres away from the others. Josie whispered
in Paula's ear.
"Well I got a pussy this year, maybe I'll ask Santa for some boobies next
year!"
"They're wild birds, you can't ask for a pet boobie, you silly girl!"
said Paula with mock seriousness. "And anyway, you'll get two of your own
soon enough, without Santa's magic. Trust me!"
Josie smiled. She knew Paula was right.
It had only been a few hours, but she'd knew she'd love having a pussy.
Santa was so wise: he had given her a pussy, and it was the best
Christmas gift ever.
The End.
*****
Author's note: a pet is a serious commitment, and the author does not
endorse giving a pet for Christmas. This was done in the story as a plot
device only. She does, however, endorse magically giving a pussy to any
boy who really wants one.
Blaze
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