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The Magic Of Christmas By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers "Oh so you are awake?" said his mother poking her head in his room. "Morning honey. I hear the tv on." "Yeah, I didn't sleep so well," said Brayden rubbing his eyes. "Too excited about Christmas," said his mother coming in. "Well that and what I told you last night," sighed Brayden. "I still feel horrible." "Well not that I want to be negative on Christmas but you should honey," said his mother folding her arms. "And I really hope you meant what you said Brayden?" "I did mom," said Brayden. "I feel horrible about ruining Christmas for her." "Of course you do," said his mother stamping her foot. "No one ruined it for you. Who tells a seven year old girl there's no Santa Claus?" "I know," said Brayden looking down. "I was just annoyed at her." "She's your little sister and you should never be that annoyed at her no matter what!" scolded his mother. "You know how excited she is running down the stairs on Christmas morning!" "I know," gulped Brayden. "I'm an idiot! But I think she still believes anyway right?" "Maybe? Maybe not? Kids talk in school Brayden! You know that too and now you've made her doubt everything," said his mother throwing her hands around animated. "Doubt Santa. Doubt the rain deer. Doubt the entire magic of Christmas which you used to love and believe in until only a year ago you know. It's sad and you should be ashamed of yourself." "I am and I'd do anything to make it up to her," said Brayden turning red. "Hopefully you got her all the toys she wanted and that will help her forget this." "You know I did just like I did for you but that doesn't make what you did right," scolded his mother. "Does it?" "No," said Brayden bowing his head. "But wait? Even after what I did you got me the new playstation anyway?" "I for one will not ruin the surprise but what do you think?" said his mother making a face. "Have I ever disappointed you on Christmas?" "Well?" thought Brayden. "Actually no. Never." "Then I guess we'll find out soon but I think you answered you own question," said his mother half closing his door. "Now I told her not before seven thirty and you know she's been up since at least six checking the time ready to go." "Ok," said Brayden looking over. "It's not even seven yet?" "I know but expect she'll be dying to run down there in a half our so be ready to get up in thirty minutes please," said his mother closing the door. "Wait mom?" said Brayden just as she closed it. "Yes honey?" said his mother cracking it back open. "Well last night I said I wanted to make it up to her and you said you might know a way," said Brayden. "I really want to so what do I do?" "You sure?" said his mother opening it up again coming in. "Definitely?" said Brayden with some emotion. "Ok because there's one wish that dad and I haven't been able to give her but I think you can," said his mother coming over sitting on the edge of his bed. "Awesome!" said Brayden sitting up. "Sure anything! I'll play dolls with her! Do stickers on her houses all day! Play any games! Anything!" "Ok and that wonderful," said his mother rubbing his back. "But be really sure because I think it will take all that and more." "I'm sure mom," said Brayden. "I know how much she loves Christmas." "That she does so what I'm thinking will take a little Christmas magic and let's say mommy magic as well but that won't be a problem," said his mother softly patting his face. "When you said you felt this way last night I discussed it with you father and ran out last night to pick up a few things just in case you were sincere about it." "I am," nodded Brayden. "I'd do anything to make this Christmas the best one ever for her after ruining it." "Well honey it would mean still getting what I think you want for Christmas but sacrificing in some other ways," said his mother. "Think carefully before you answer that?" "You always taught me Christmas is about giving and I should give of myself," said Brayden with confidence. "So whatever I have to sacrifice I will so hopefully I can help give back at least a little of what I took from her. All I want is for her to love her Christmas again and for it to still be special." "As mad as I was at you last night I'm just as proud to hear you say that honey," said his mother wiping under her eyes getting emotional. "Ok! I'll be right back with what I need then." As his mother left the room he felt like a weight had left his shoulders and then a minute later back she came with a bag tossing it on his bed. She turned locking the bedroom door and then came taking the remote raising the volume a little on his television. "Ok take off you pajamas and the tv should be loud enough to drown the noise," said his mother digging through the bag. "This won't take long." "Noise from what?" said Brayden pulling off his shirt. "Pants too and put these on," said his mother opening a package as he took off his pants. "But these look like?" started Brayden staring at his new underwear. "Like Christmas underwear," said his mother turning her back. "Now just put them on and remember were doing this for Annabelle." "But why would she care about what underwear I have on?" said Brayden confused stepping into them. "And these look like..?" "Like they fit well," said his mother turning around. "Hands up honey." "But mom they look almost like panties," said Brayden as she pulled a shirt over his head. "Boys don't wear red underwear?" "Or wear pretty nightgowns," said his mother pulling it down past his waist. "But they do when they're trying to fulfill their sister's Christmas wishes." "I don't understand?" gulped Brayden looking down. "Of course you do? Did you forget?" said his mother buttoning up the back. "Your sister's always wished for a sister but you both know your father and I can't have any more kids. In fact if you read her Christmas list it's been on top of the list for the last few years now." "I know it has mom," said Brayden stunned. "So you're asking me to be a girl for Christmas?" "No honey you told me you'd do anything to so I'm not asking you to do anything but I'm just helping you to make it happen," said his mother. "This my darling is a wonderful thing but this my darling is also on you." "I don't get how putting me in the same night gown she has on would make her day?" said Brayden looking at his toes wiggling under the nightgown. "She'll know it's me and that I'm not her sister?" "Well yeah but I think the thought would go a long way," said his mother. "At least for today you'll be fulfilling that wish she's dreamed about and after what you put her through it's the least you could do?" "So what do I do then?" said Brayden. "Just go play dolls and act like a girl?" "Sisters do more than that," said his mother. "But it's a start and just be still so I can finish getting you ready." "Weird as this is... Ok?" nodded Brayden. "I guess if it's that important to her I can do that?" "See your mind is in the right place than sweetie but leave the rest of me," said his mother hugging and kissing him. "I'm pretty good with girl stuff and I've prepared a little Christmas magic of my own for you now that you're willing honey." After she dug into the bag, all it took was a snap of her wrist before she kneeled lifting his nightgown and heard a buzzing sound. He felt something cold gliding along his calf and then looked down swallowing hard as realized her electric razor was sliding across his flesh. He knew he really wasn't that hairy but instead he soon be completely smooth as his mother jumped from his left leg buzzing the right. When she finally switched it off he was almost in shock as she lifted his nightgown up really high making sure nothing was missed and then tapped his desk chair for him to sit down. Into the surge strip she plugged in her flat iron and hairdryer before she again kneeled lifting his ankle. He sat extending his legs curiously as she shook small jar of red nail polish and began painting his toes. It was swift and almost effortless as before long ten red toes were separated by some cotton and she placed his hand flatly on his desk. His homework assignments had now been replaced by a small package of acrylic nails being lined up across his spiral notebook as just that quickly she began measuring fake nails atop his. Like a card dealer she shuffled and flipped over nails until she had five that would fit his precisely before snapping open a small tune of glue. One by one she squirted down some drops atop his and in no time he had a makeshift Christmas manicure. Back to his toes she went for another coat now before inside the bag again she reached as out came a brush and package of hair. He almost couldn't believe the long length would be quickly added to his as she brushed through his messy collar length bedhead and then snapped two clips near his nape. Some lifting of his hair in the back now would be followed by three more snaps quickly pinching down as she added the next weft as long brunette strands began to become thick across his back. A snap above each ear and then two more snaps across the back of his head would suffice to add the third much wider extension as just that rapidly he had a head full of long hair. With just the shorter top section still to be blended, her brush pulled everything left off his forehead and then in went some dark bobbi pins to hold all his hair off his face. Into her palm now she squirted some fragrant scented gel and then she coated from his forehead to his crown slicking it all tightly back. A few strokes of her comb would follow to neatly define the gel lines and then he looked up seeing his mother open a hinge pin attached to big bow. Across his scalp now on the right, slid the edge of the silver pin scraping beneath his hair in front of the bobbi pins. As soon as the scraping sensation stopped on the left, he could feel the slight tugging at his roots which would now become a permanent tension as he heard it snap as into place. He watched his mother now take little earrings from their backing as small gemstones would connect magnetically through his unpierced lobes. She lifted his face now brushing through the sides and back of his hair before she spun him away from her gliding the flat iron through sections of his hair. A few minutes of unsettling sizzling would be followed by a dosing of hairspray as she covered his eyes coating his head. Her hairdryer on low setting the spray and removing any dampness on his toe nails would be enough to turn his stomach to knots as suddenly she lifted his chin and held open his eyes. "Look up honey and do not blink," said his mother coating his lashes on the left eye. "Mom you sure about all this?" questioned Brayden still a bit stunned. "Sure you'll make a good sister?" Responded his mother as she coated the right lashes now. "I hope so but again that's on you honey. But sure you make a cute girl? I kind of am already but give me one more second and you'll see." "Brayden you up and why is the door locked?" said Annabelle knocking. "It's seven twenty nine. Time to go down and Christmas is here?" "Annabelle I'm in here helping him and we're almost ready," said their mother. "Go to the top of the stairs and count to fifty then go down. Daddy's down there already and we'll be right behind you shortly I promise." "Ok but hurry," said Annabelle through the door. "I'm hoping Santa really came." "I'm thinking you were very good this year so he did," said their mother pulling out cotton from between Brayden's toes. "Go honey." "Ok," said Annabelle very excited as they heard her rushing to the staircase and then counting. "I can't believe I'm going to be a girl for Christmas mom?" gulped Brayden getting apprehensive now. "Christmas is always about believing honey," said his mother dipping her finger in a jar and then sliding it across his lips. "You look really pretty and what you're doing is a wonderful thing my precious little daughter so all you need to do is believe." "You mean like believe in Santa or believe I'm a girl," questioned Brayden rubbing his lips together. "For your sister's sake both and you're ready," smiled his mother before kissing his forehead. "Close your eyes, count to ten and then I'll see you down there because when you open them you'll have no choice to believe because there'll be nothing but a beautiful girl looking back at you. Merry Christmas Bianca." "Bianca?" questioned Brayden immediately. "Yes! It's what your sister wanted us to name a baby if we had one," smiled his mother. "Eyes closed and count to ten pretty girl." He stood counting to himself as his mother left and then when he popped open his eyes he ran over to his dresser mirror. He gasped needing a minute to accept what surrounded his olive brown eyes would in fact be him. He'd just undergone what was a fairly quick yet quite convincing transformation as he stood taking in his image in his long Christmas plaid nightgown before twisting his hips reaching back stroking his dramatically extended hair. He reached down touching the soft cotton material coming to grips with the fact that his mother had dressed him in the identical nightgown that he remembered his sister heading off to bed in and he'd be momentarily debuting as her sister. He looked down wiggling his red toes just beneath the white lacey trim of the ankle length nightgown feeling sick to his stomach. On his fingertips now sat small rounded red nail extensions that perfectly matched the red in the plaid print as he stood shivering in his warm flannel like frilly nightgown. Grey, white, and dark green made up the other colors of the Christmas plaid and white lacey trim at the neckline, sleeves and across the chest matched the lacey hem. With his hair pulled back tightly off his face, amplified coated lashes and some clear cherry flavored gloss didn't change his normal image but instead added daintiness to his nerve ridden naturally enhanced rosy cheeks. Little red stones at each lobe reflected the lamp light and beneath them his attention would be fixated on the small dangling Santa head earrings that seemed to waver continuously. The most dramatic change would be his almost buttock length brunette locks that flowed in pin straight style thickly down his back. A glimmer from the high shine hairspray would gleam from his reflection with every twist and the huge matching plaid bow that kept his hair pulled back tightly that he imagined his sister would also be wearing would cement his sister status. "Oh my gawwwddd! Look at all the presents," screamed Annabelle from downstairs would snap him from his gaze. "I love Christmas!" He knew he better get down there before his mother would come looking for him and be not too pleased as he took a breath gathering himself walking from the room. He took one step at the top of the stairs hearing it creek seemingly louder than ever before swallowing hard grasping the rail heading down. Every step seemed to rebound like he was three hundred pounds as it would be as bizarre as anything to watch red toes beneath white lacey trim descend each step. There would suddenly be a loud gasp as his head came into view as he looked over seeing his sister stare at him dumbfounded. "Merry Christmas Annabelle," smiled Brayden. "Uuummm thank you and..." started Annabelle befuddled. "And you asked Santa for a sister," said Brayden holding out his hands. "And here I am so I guess this year Santa really delivered." "A sister?" said Annabelle. "Like you're my sister?" "Don't you think we look like sisters?" said Brayden. "Well?..... Definitely!" smiled Annabelle. "It's like a dream but where's Brayden then?" "He's still in here but he thought you needed a sister too," nodded Brayden. "That maybe he was sorry for being a jerk as a brother but since you're the best sister ever you deserved one too." "That's so sweet and he's in there?" questioned Annabelle twisting her neck thinking. "You mean you woke up as a girl today?" "Well with some assistance from one of Santa's helpers and some Christmas magic," nodded Brayden. "I woke up as your sister Bianca and she was hoping we could make this the best Christmas ever." Annabelle broke down crying and then got up running over to Brayden almost knocking him to the floor as she hugged him. Their embrace was epic as there was not a dry eye in the room as both his mother and father broke down in tears. When the embrace finally ended Annabelle took Brayden's hand leading him over to the tree as they sat together getting ready to take some Christmas pictures after their mother wiped away the waterworks. He looked up now never realizing his father's parents were there the entire time and then looked over seeing the video camera on the tripod with the red light on still shooting. This entire emotional event had been digitally captured as he pronounced himself Bianca and then their mother positioned them for some still shots. A few tugs of their bows and straightening of their nightgowns as they crossed their legs were a momentary distraction until they'd be photographed as sisters. When their mother got them up to take a shot by the fireplace he shivered seeing his stocking had been replaced on the mantle with one labeled in script for Bianca. It would be a Christmas probably never forgotten anyway even without the pictures as Annabelle relished every moment as back to the tree they went as she began ripping open presents with her sister. American girls, Barbie's, doll houses, girly games and delicate outfits would soon fill the room as she tore through her presents explaining each and every one to Bianca. His stuff would be secondary as he'd open a few as she'd allow from time to time and toss aside sports gear, clothing or anything that would be boyish. His mother on the other hand had thought ahead substituting a few dolls that could be friends with Annabelle's dolls and a few clothing items that use to play dress up. For the next few hours now he sat with her never complaining for a moment as they played dolls before finally taking a break for breakfast with their grandparents. Pajamas would soon become pink Barbie outfits as their mother and grandmother would help dress them just as they did their Barbie dolls as Brayden was quickly indoctrinated as Prom Barbie and then Superstar Barbie. Bright eye shadows, way too much blush and electrified lips colors would be par for the course as he'd soon become her Barbie mannequin head as thoughtful instruction would turn more silly as they could barely control their laughter painting his face. He was the best sport ever making silly faces and playing along to make her day when normally he would have been self-contained in his video games. By one o'clock his mother finally ended Annabelle's assault on him taking a wipe to his face as their grandparents would be leaving to go see other siblings and grandchildren. After some hugs goodbye and private warm wishes they were proud of what he'd done for his sister, that's when it dawned on him that on Christmas afternoon they normally did the same as they'd be also leaving now to see his other set of grandparents. Once his mother closed the door and his father's parents were gone, the kid in the Malibu Barbie outfit turned nervously hoping his good deed was over. He wanted to speak up but instead was ordered inside as his mother pointed to the living room as he saw his father still putting stickers on houses. "Ok girls clean up and you'll be getting dressed soon," said their mother. "The quicker you do it the more time I have to get you ready so let's return our living room to something that doesn't look like a hurricane hit it and then have both of your buts upstairs in my bedroom in ten minutes sharp. Now go." Inside hurried Annabelle pulling him by the hand as they began folding up houses and putting away all the tiny parts. Dress up outfits went into the costume bin and dolls to their rightful place on the playroom shelves as quickly the living room began to become restored to order. His father carried his play station and games to the shelf where he kept them as he stared at them having never even removed the plastic. Some new hockey gear and a glove had made their way to the garage with even a puck or ball touching leather as before long his sister had dragged him upstairs. Into his mother's room they went as he swallowed hard seeing two chairs at her vanity where there would normally be one and makeup opened across its counter. On her closet door hung two large puffy white bags from silver hangers and at the foot of her bed sat two identical yellow shoe boxes. Packages of undergarments and frilly looking pristine items were scattered on the bed next two a few closed plastic canisters as he knew none of this could be good. Out of her bathroom she came now with her head in hot rollers having changed into a silk bathrobe as she looked down on them cracking a soft smile. "Go sit down girls and if you promise to do exactly what I say Annabelle then I'll let you help do sissy's hair ok?" said their mother. "Oh myyy gawwddd yes mom," squealed Annabelle. "Yes! Yes! Of course!" "Good then go pee while I get Bianca situated since I know you've been holding it all morning and hurry back," said their mother as she ran off. "Mom, haven't I done enough?" moaned Brayden as soon as the bathroom door closed. "Bad enough grandma and grandpa saw me but I didn't realize I'd be leaving the house like this?" "You won't be," said his mother walking to her mirror brushing on some blush. "I only had you in pajamas and now you'll be getting dressed. Did you think once you committed to this that you could just snap back to a boy half way through the day?" "But why can't I?" complained Brayden. "Because you are not destroying what you've done so well to fix," said his mother getting annoyed as she did her face in the mirror. "Not happening missy and I'm a bit disappointed you'd even think you should mess with what could not have gone better?" "Mom I don't want to but now everyone will know!" said Brayden getting upset. "Won't all our cousins be there?" "While you were playing dress up I was sending shots to my sisters so everyone already knows," said his mother. "I did that so no one would make a big deal of it and so no one would be shocked. Everyone understands what you're doing and like me they're proud of you." "Oh gawwddd!" sulked Brayden. "Really?" "Really now go sit so I can start your hair," said his mother reaching over unsnapping the bow from his head. "I've got two heads to curl instead of one this year so enough with the dilly dallying because you've both got lots of hair to be done." After he sat, she took a big clip now pulling up most of the extensions as she began rolling up the very bottom with her iron. He sat listening to the spatting of her hairspray as she coated each strand and then feeling the tension as she rolled it up. By the time the bottom extension was done Annabelle had emerged from the bathroom and sat observing as her mother showed her what to do. Together they sprayed and rolled the next layer doing a few curls together before she was in her glory taking over the process. Her mother looked on from behind as she now began the same process on Annabelle's hair as slowly but surely they were both taking on a head full of barrel curls. Annabelle was actually even more meticulous then her mother taking her time as she created each section before rolling it up. Little tidbits of instruction would be the topic of their conversation as they both worked diligently until twenty minutes later their mother had finished Annabelle's curls first. A big clip now would be added to Annabelle's head to hold the top uncurled layer from her eyes as their mother let her finish the last few curls on Brayden before she stopped her. Two minutes later Brayden would be in the same spot with this big hinge clip atop his head as pinching both his natural hair and the top most layer of the extensions. Side by side they sat now staring towards their mother as she began their faces, ever so slowly brushing on some eyeshadow to each one of them. Next came some hints of her pencil atop their upper lashes before her wand this time mostly coated Annabelle. A big blush brush stroked their cheeks and then some power sent Brayden's nose to a twitch before sneezing. "Bless you Bianca," laughed their other as a soft red lip brush touched down on their lips. "Thank you," smiled Brayden as his mother took his left hand sliding a Christmas decal onto his nail. "Get the blue canister Annabelle and I'll trim your bangs honey," said her mother taking Brayden's right hand now doing another as Annabelle jumped up taking it from the bed. Sitting with her chin up and eyes closed would be a normal course of action as her mother unclamped the clip and brushed trough her hair. In front she brushed down her bangs and then again re-clipped the long uncurled section pulling it away from her eyes. With a little spray bottle now she dampened her bangs and the combed them pulling out any long strands that didn't belong joined. Some little sheering would follow as she sat at attention having done this many times after her mother wisped clippings from her nose and then turned on her blow dryer rolling her bangs under with a brush. It was such precise work making sure they were level and then suddenly when she was satisfied it was Brayden's turn. When she dropped some of his hair into his face his stomach dropped even further as she began creating a triangular part from temple to temple deciding on their thickness. "Mom, you're not really?" started Brayden reaching up stopping her. "Really trying to get the angles right?" said his mother pushing his hand away and then dampening his hair with her spray bottle. "Please honey, your hair isn't exactly that long here so I need to figure out exactly how thick I want them to be. Now sit patiently without fidgeting just like your sister did." "It's ok Bianca," said Annabelle reaching over taking his hand. "I used to be nervous all the time when mommy would trim my hair but she's amazing at it." "Thank you sweetie and this won't be a big deal if you don't make it one," said their mother digging in her the bottom of her comb a few inches behind his left temple and then much higher up towards the middle. "You got me Bianca?" "But mom?" mumbled Brayden as his hair was being brushed over his nose now. "Bianca?" questioned his mother. "But what?" "Nothing," said Brayden shaking his head and then his mother softly grasped it on each side stopping the movement. "Thank you honey," said his mother brushing some hair away from his face and snapping down the clip again. It would take much more brushing and parting to get the angles right in his scalp as she decided exactly how far away from his forehead that she wanted to be included in his bangs. After settling on the spot for the peak of the fringe's pyramid, she finally settled on the angles and then amount of hair that would be part of his new hairdo. A little more dampening on his natural hair that spanned down to lip level would soon only touch the bridge of his nose as her scissors now sheered just beneath his brow line. It was hard enough to sit still allowing this to happen but then even harder to control his tremble as he looked down seeing his mother left hand filled with a clump of his hair. As she tossed it aside in her little trash bin, a big round brush came raking trough the damp section and then little snippets slide down his cheeks while she trimmed again just as they had when she did his sisters. What he thought he had signed up for to restore joy and cheer to his sister's Christmas morning had quickly turned into much more than he imagined as she turned on her hairdryer rolling under pretty new bangs. Playing dolls in girly pajamas with extensions and red nails playing the role seemed more than enough payment for his selfish hideous act but now this price seemed too steep. When the hairdryer went off he could see edges of his haircut at the bridge of his nose and even worse he'd be leaving the house like the little darling he'd agreed to become. "Get the blue canister Annabelle and you can help me finish Bianca's hair first," said her mother as she jumped up taking it from the bed. The little darling would now be spun away from them as their mother pulled out the clip and brushed back the uncurled section behind his new bangs. A coating of gel would grease back the shorter hairs before she blended them into the top layers of extensions and then a little clear band went in tying them down tightly at his crown. All he could see to his left would be Annabelle handing off little clear bands to their mother as she coated a long thin section in gel as she stretched in past his cheek and then seemed to loop in a band. By the third time, it took three bands and then finally as she finished four more bands had gone in. From the canister now came a spool of green ribbon and then a series of bobbi pins as he could feel his mother weaving in back of his head. When finally she snipped off the ribbon and used all the pins, red, gold and silver hair jewels were being plucked from the canister as these seemed to all be disappearing into his hair. It seemed weightless and painless yet he wondered exactly what was happening but then she spun his chair back around and picked at each temple. Simple thin strands would now be re-curled with a much thinner iron as his sister looked on and then his mother got up taking a package from the bed. She covered his face as she statured his head in a heavy hair and then he knew the feeling on something snapping down at the crown. A few more pins would be added as she moved his face every direction and then finally it was over as she handed him the canister to hold. "Ok, you hand me the bands and pins just like your sister did," said their mother before looking at Annabelle. "Unless you want something different Annabelle?" "Why would I?" smiled Annabelle. "You knew I always wanted that and that I can share it with my sister makes it even more special." "Yeah I know," laughed their mother. "Turn around honey." Brayden watched intently now as his mother began with a strand from the right and another from the left just at the top of the back of her head. She adjoined the two long straight strands with a clear band tugging them tightly down inside the layers of curls and then separated them away from each other forming a v-shape. She first separated the strand on the left sectioning it into two and then repeated this on the right before adding two more bands. When she added some pins to hold them in place he could see they were forming a series of triangles as the one triangle soon sat atop two of equal size. In no time they had multiplied in a pyramid of four levels triangles made from hair as the length had been used up and then out came the green ribbon. Starting at the top she weaved it in and out against the entire outer edge of her creation and then before long one large triangle had been outlined in ribbon. Next came the series of red, gold and silver jewels as they were placed atop every clear band to throughout the entire triangle. It all came to life moments later when his mother took a large red bow from some new packaging and then all too familiar snapping sound echoed loudly as she clipped it tightly down on Annabelle. They'd have identical elaborate Christmas hairdos as he almost couldn't believe it had gotten this far as his mother sprayed her hair and picked at some curls fronting each ear. He'd get another dowsing of hairspray himself now and then his mother looked at her watch picking up the pace. "Beautiful girls! Just beautiful!" she said as she began pulling down her own hot rollers now. "Let's get dressed and get a move on! We're a few minutes later than I hoped but the way you two will look I think it'll be time well spent doesn't you Annabelle." "Oh my gawddd! Yes mom!" squealed Annabelle looking at Brayden smiling. "I can't wait to see the dresses you got us and get my dress on! I can't wait." "Stay calm honey," said their mother shaking out her curls with fingers. "I get no credit but they're absolutely beautiful. My mother bought these for both of you." "Nana bought me a dress too?" said Brayden puzzled. "Like she would leave you out Bianca," said their mother before looking at Annabelle and handing her a package. "Give your sister some privacy Annabelle while I help her so go change your underwear now and then get right back here in thirty seconds honey." "Ok," said Annabelle taking the package as her mother undid the back of her nightgown and helped her off with it as Brayden turned around before she ran off. "But mom how did she...?" started Brayden as his mother unbuttoned his nightgown. "She didn't know and neither did I but we both hoped you'd do this for your sister," said his mother as she carefully helped him out of it. "You know we both ran out last night and bought everything we needed just in case." "In case I decided to be a girl?" complained Brayden as she handed him some white panties covered in candy canes with a red lacey waist band now. "Yes last night sweetie when you said what you said," said his mother turning as he changed into the panties. "But I didn't say I'd agree to be a girl last night mom?" said Brayden turning looking down at himself in the panties. "I just did that today." "Correct honey but I anticipated you would after how upset you were," said his mother ripping open a package and patting the bed. "Sit sweetie and we figured worst case we could return the stuff but I'm so so happy we don't have to." "You mean it's not just Annabelle but you're happy I'm a girl today too?" said Brayden as she rolled some tights over his ankles. "Stand sweetie and I'm happy when my kids are happy," said their mother pulling the tights up over his waist and stretching them carefully. "And you do seem pretty happy today." "It's Christmas mom so who wouldn't be happy and I'm happy I fixed everything with Annabelle," said Brayden. "But I wouldn't exactly call it a happy moment that I'm about to wear a dress." "That's because you haven't seen how stunning you're going to look in it," said his mother bending down holding open a slip with an attached ruffled petticoat. "Step in carefully Bianca and stand tall please." "Great?" moaned Brayden sarcastically as up came this soft white camisole slip with an attached series of crinoline ruffles. "You're right Bianca. Those ruffles are pretty great!" said Annabelle coming out of the bathroom drying her hands. "Please mom help me get mine on too mom so we can see how those look with our dresses. I love them already." As he turned to look his mother turned his face away as his sister scampered over in only her panties. Quickly she helped her on with her tights and then slip as in no time they were side by side awaiting their dresses. "Huugghhhh," sighed Annabelle excited as her mother took her dress from the packaging and then helped her inside it. It was a fate he really wanted no part of but knew it was coming as he heard the zipper close on his sister's back. He turned around now knowing she was dressed and then a lump larger than any he'd ever felt slid down his throat as he stared at her in her ornate Christmas dress. In front of his feet now his mother dropped some shoes as she lifted his left ankle and then buckled it in. When the right one went on he could barely look down as she stood walking past him taking the hanger from across the room. When she ripped open the packaging and zipped his dress from its hanger he was like a deer in the headlights wanting to run yet frozen in cement. She tapped his elbow to raise his arms and as they went up he wished it was his hands in class raising them to be excused. Excused he was though of any last traces of adolescent manhood he had left as carefully she moved his right wrist inside the sleeve and then his left holding it high above his head. Gingerly it began glide over his head as she was careful to avoid contact with the little traces of makeup on his face and ultra-cautious to ensure his hair would be untouched by the unzipped back. When finally his head emerged he could feel the softness of the silky lining atop his bare skin outside the slip and then he stared down watching her tug his skirt into place as she straightened the waistline. Inch by inch the zipper came up slowly as his mother gingerly lifted his long hair with her forearm needing both hands to glide it without catching on the delicate material as before long now he'd been snugged inside. Two little buttons on the back of the neckline would cement the enclosure and her looping the thick silk ribbon sash on the back of the skirt would finish him off in a big Christmas bow. She spun him around patting the skirt and adjusting the petticoats one last time before stepping back to admire her girls. "Your Nana was right as always," thought his mother with her hand on her chin. "That does fit perfectly." "Nana's so good with that stuff mom," said Annabelle staring at her brother. "Well she buys you two even more clothes than I do so I guess who knows your sizes better than her," smirked their mother before walking up to Brayden looping a bracelet on his right wrist before whispering to him. "And how lucky were we to find your size in that at last second?" He looked over at his sister dressed identically feeling almost faint and then her hand grasped his before she turned taking the other. She looked into his eyes and the leaned in kissing his cheek taking a breath before nodding at him lovingly. Not a word would be said as their mother took both of their hands and down the stairs everyone went. As sick as he felt to be dressed as he was, the look of joy in Annabelle face easily melted away much of his angst. Minor Christmas femininity in pajamas though had evolved into him becoming this decked out girly girl in her holiday best as they traversed the steps together. Again they posed in front of the tree as sisters only this time in their dresses as sisters and then as a family as their parents hopped in setting the timer. From a rotten big mouth Scrooge of a brother to Christmas princess with it all burned into film, he have given of himself and now would be leaving the house dressed like he could have never imagined for the day's festivities. He closed his eyes for a second hoping this was only a dream yet when they opened there he was still in a A-line bell shaped rich Christmas dress that hemmed just below the knee. On top the burgundy red form fitting velvet bodice shinned under the family room's soft lighting of flickering Christmas tree lights. Long straight velvet sleeves with green satin sleeve cuffs and a matching small green satin rounded collar both had white lace underlays decorating the dress beautifully but the wavering burgundy satin bell skirt brought in the eye. Its puffy shape was held out by a layer of white petticoats and his midsection was defined by a thick green satin sash. Behind his back the sash was looped into a glorious bow and in front decorated with a red silk poinsettia that sparkled in glitter from a slightly offset left position. Beneath his skirt pristine white tights flowed down to single strap of the burgundy velvet flats with a small flat box heel and accessorized with small poinsettia toe clips. It was seemed like a much heavier material than things he normally wear yet his legs almost felt like he was in light weight sweat pants. Being in a dress was one thing but it was almost tougher to believe what had been done to his head. A touch of mascara, some blush and a hint of a soft red lip color would certainly feminize his face but it being framed in temple to temple rounded bangs seemed unbelievable. A few loose long tendrils partially hiding the little wavering red studs with dangling poinsettia earrings were really not that unnerving but the huge velvet bow with a gem covered poinsettia center clip seemed ridiculous. That though would only serve as the star atop his fancy extended hairdo as he turned seeing the entire back of his head in the family room mirror. All the weaving, pinning and insertion of glimmering jewels was to form a layered Christmas tree design made from his own hair which sat neatly behind his head like a mural framed in curls. With straight strands of hair looped and crisscrossed to form a pyramid of triangles, his mother had created a dainty design for the precious of girls. Hair jewels covering the little bands that held it all together served as the tree's multicolored ornaments and a green silk ribbon had been weaved around the outermost edges to outline the clever hair design. Ribbon curls surrounded the entire tree design like she'd carved it inside a forest brunette ringlets and his huge bow served as the star atop the tree with a sparkling jeweled center. It was all this ultra-holiday elaborate design certainly of appropriate age for a ten year old girl yet never could this be meant for him. That of course would no longer matter as this is what his mother put him in and how he'd be leaving just as his sister was as ultimate Christmas darlings. When his mother opened the foyer closet, he realized this had not stopped at just dresses as she took out two matching winter coats. She held open for him a fancy girl's coat as he walked towards her sliding his arms inside while she lifted his hair over the collar. Once it was safely on the back, she turned him buttoning it for him and then held open some pristine gloves. "Don't you dare put that hat on her honey?" said their mother warning her husband as he was helping Annabelle get her coat on. "Take them so we have them for tonight in case they need them to come home in but those could destroy their hair. I have some earmuffs I'll use on them for now." Long winter white matching coats with faux fur white collars, cuffs and trim would warmly cover their dresses as their parents buttoned them up and snugged on their white gloves. Matching white ski hats with big pomp oms would not be used as instead his mother cautiously covered his ears in fuzzy white ear muffs making sure the plastic headband would not disrupt the style and sit carefully in front of his big bow. As their father opened the front door their mother stopped them from exiting as he went out to start the car. Even though the sidewalk was covered in nothing but a dusting as it was only flurrying, their mother opened an umbrella and then she waited for him to return. "Do not move a muscle girls," said their mother holding out her arm. "You can slip easily in these shoes and they are not made to get wet." "So I should carry them?" said their father returning. "It's not raining or sleeting. Just flurries." "Of course you need to carry them and one at a time? Their dresses should be protected but did you want them to slip and rip their tights?" said his wife rolling her eyes handing him the umbrella. "And I can see it's just flurries but you do realize how much time we just put into these hairdos? Keep this close because the last thing we need is a gust of wind or some wet snow to destroy how beautiful they look." "Yes dear," said their father lifting Brayden like he was about to melt and placing the umbrella over his head as he rushed carrying him to the car. After he rushed back to carry Annabelle putting her in the back on the other side their mother came over straightening their dresses underneath them reseating them and then leaning them forward placing some pillows behind their lower back. A few lectures about sitting as ladies and now leaning back to squish their hair would be things he'd heard pointed towards his sister previously yet now also applied to him. It would be a cautious production just to sit in the car as their father loaded the trunk with presents before they headed out on the half hour ride to their grandparents house. When they finally arrived, the same exercise in reverse would begin as their father would carry each of them to the covered porch as their mother rang the bell. When the door opened Brayden wanted to die seeing all the looks on his family's faces but quickly he was greeted like he'd been a girl all his life. Squeals and screams would almost instantly fill his muffled ears as the women made a huge fuss over how adorable he and Annabelle looked. It was almost deafening as off came his ear muffs and coat inside but then it got even worse when they got a view of them dressed identically in their dresses. His older girl cousins pulled him right in with them as he was instantly part of their clan and the boys were just boys ignoring every girl going back to video games while the men watched college football. Hairdos and dresses were all the rage as they gossiped and the girls of all ages played tea party. His sister and himself being the youngest kids garnered the attention of the teenaged girls as it was almost like they were babysitting them. His oldest almost college aged cousin Kristen was Annabelle's favorite as she always spoiled her rotten giving her attention but now suddenly Bianca was sharing the spotlight with her. There would be no jealousy though as she loved having a sister even more than being the spoiled baby of the group as they played dolls and then a board game. Claudia and Jennifer were a bit younger teens yet just as nurturing not letting Bianca out of their sight for a second taking him by the hand every place he went. They'd wipe his face after a few cookies, make sure not a crumb would touch his dress and wipe his hands with some wipes before he could touch an ounce of fabric. He was like the queen of the world as they made sure not a curl would be out of place and ensuring his face would stay porcelain doll like touching it up as this was all quite bizarre to be waited on like this. He'd be seated with the all the girls of course when they all had dinner as his cousins covered him in napkins and even cut his food. He couldn't believe how well they had treated him as normally as a boy he'd either be ignored or dealing with teasing and torment. Was this what it was really like to be a little girl in a big family he wondered or were they just told to treat him like this? He tried thinking about if this was normally how Annabelle had been treated yet he really wasn't sure as he was normally off rough housing or playing video games with the boys in different rooms. After dinner exchanges of presents were made as he sat like he always had opening some gifts. When he pulled off the first ribbon, his grandmother bend down touching his hand interrupting before he could finish ripping off the paper and winked at him. "Don't worry," Whispered is grandmother. "Nana made some last minute adjustments so you wouldn't feel uncomfortable Bianca." "Oh?" said Brayden curiously. "Thank you?" "You're welcome darling," said his grandmother kissing his cheek. "And don't worry I made them for everyone ok doll?" "Ok," nodded Brayden. "Good then have fun and we'll keep the old stuff for when we're alone," said his grandmother wiping her lipstick from his cheek. "I've never been more proud of a grandchild sweetheart." He knew exactly what she meant now expecting something girly as he opened the first present. It was pretty knitted pink sweater and black leggings from his labeled aunt yet he already knew this was substituted by grandmother. Her last minute handiwork was everywhere as he got skirts, tops and even some makeup from his relatives. From the direct pile from his grandparents, it was so much worse as a few dolls, dresses, pajamas, shoes, boots and even accessories would be enough to dress him for a week or two as he would smile and pose for some pictures holding up outfits. When the rubble was cleared of wrapping paper and their parents all stacked the kid's presents in piles, everyone rushed off into different rooms to change for desert. Sports jackets and preppy outfits for the boys would become football jerseys and sweats and now grandma's elaborate dresses for all the girls would turn holiday casual. "Kristen would you mind helping Annabelle so I can help Bianca," said their mother tapping their oldest niece. "Of course," said Kristen taking the bag from her aunt and then Annabelle's hand. Into the spare bedroom bow went Brayden with his mother as she closed the door and then turned him moving his hair so she could undo his dress. "You did amazing today sweetheart," said his mother undoing the buttons. "You really did make your sister's day special." "Thank you," said Brayden as she untied the big bow in the back. "That was the idea." "It was and I think we accomplished so much more," said his mother unzipping the back. "I'm betting if you'd be honest with me that you've really enjoyed this more than you thought too." "Enjoyed making her happy. Yes of course," nodded Brayden as she carefully took it off his shoulders. "It's so different being a girl." "Is it?" questioned his mother spinning him and looking at him as down it came. "How so honey?" "Look at me mom?" said Brayden tossing up his hands. "This isn't different?" "Is that really what you meant?" said his mother as he stepped out of it. "Because a girl really isn't that different and I've always dressed you meticulously anyway. It's Christmas and I want you to look and feel your best?" "I know," said Brayden as she took down his slip. "It's just.... Look at how everyone's treating me mom?" "I think everyone's treated you wonderfully," said his mother taking it from his ankles and unbuckling his shoes. "Like what you're wearing doesn't matter so I'm still not following your point honey?" "They've treated me like I actually am a girl mom," said Brayden stepping out of them. "Like I've always been one." "No honey. They've just embraced you for who you are inside and shown you warmth and acceptance. They wanted you to feel beautiful about yourself like only girls can and I think you have," said his mother standing up putting her hands on his shoulders. "Actually I think it brought out even more of the good in you and that's what Christmas is all about." "Oh I didn't think of it that way?" thought Brayden looking down almost embarrassed. "I guess that's true." "Too often you've been much more naughty than nice so honestly this has been a pleasure," said his mother rolling up a top in her fingers. "No fighting with Timmy this year. No wrestling over the game controller or calling each other names that shouldn't be said." "I'm sorry about all that in the past mom," said Brayden feeling terrible as over his head it went. "When you say it that way this really has been a much easier year." "If I would have known all it would have taken to finally get that apology was to put you in a dress you would have been in one years' ago," joked his mother helping put his arms through it. "You know how I love shopping." "Yes I do and sorry again," snickered Brayden as they shared a laugh. "Ok apology accepted and let's leave all that behind his honey," said his mother unzipping a skirt. "Today's been wonderful and sure it was more work for me to help you get ready but I got to actually enjoy my Christmas too for a change instead of breaking up fights." "Actually yeah," laughed Brayden stepping into it. "The girls have treated me a lot better." "Bows on your head instead of ice packs. Blush instead of black eyes," joked his mother turning him zipping up the back. "Sounds better to me but what do I know?" "How to make me look like Annabelle's sister obviously?" joked Brayden as she straightened it. "Maybe?" smiled his mother sliding his feet into some shoes. "But I'm thinking even without the pretty clothes you figured out how to be that girl yourself and I've never been more proud you did." "Thanks," nodded Brayden as she stood up. "So ready to take down the tree Bianca?" said his mother turning him and unclipping the big bow. "Sure?" said Brayden as she reached under his hair from behind taking off his earrings. "Whatever you think mom?" "Well I don't want to rush into anything," said his mother touching his hair in the back. "But I think we should." "Ok," nodded Brayden as she began pulling out the colorful hair jewels. "Obviously you seem to know what's best for me." "Be still, hold some of these and mothers always do honey," said his mother dropping some of the jewels in his hand before beginning to slide out the green ribbon. "Christmas always seems to make dreams become reality and I want your dreams to come true sweetheart. All of them." "Thanks mom," said Brayden getting chocked up as she worked getting out the bands and pins. It felt wonderful to be out of his big dress and the petticoats yet casual for girls would be nothing like what he was used to as a boy. Over his head she had stretched a soft white sweater and then had him step into a little gold sequin skirt. Soft white Ugg type boots would replace his tight shoes still atop his ivory tights and then just that fast he was re-dressed looking as adorable as ever. "Can I come in?" knocked Annabelle. "Yes honey," answered their mother. "Bianca's dressed." "Oh my gawwddd mom," said Annabelle. "We're not dressed alike and you're taking out our work." "It's getting late so it's time honey and you can't wear the same thing every second but you're still coordinated," said their mother. "Big sister, little sister. Ok?" "Oh?" thought Annabelle. "I love that." "I knew you would and your hats would ruin your hairdos," said their mother. "All the girls are going caroling now so I figured best we change your hair now before it's destroyed and Kristen can help with that." "Oh definitely," said Kristen. "I thought we all braid our hair the same way. Maybe in Dutch pigtails on top with the rest still loose in curls. Wouldn't that be cute?" "That's awesome," squealed Annabelle. "We've never done that before!" "Well we should have so we will this year," said Kristen turning to Brayden. "I'll do Bianca's while your mom finishes getting yours ready and then you girls can do mine. Deal?" "Deal!" Stretched Annabelle happily. As their mother turned her attention now to Annabelle, Brayden just stood there as his cousin began sectioning and braiding. She was ultra-careful as she picked through the length of his extension before making three sections and then tightening one above the next. After a few twists she knotted in a band and then picked through his curls. She then wound in a gold sparkly bow on each side as it sat atop his shoulders and then she jumped over to do the same thing on Annabelle. Over the top of his head she pulled his white ski hat now and just that fast she smiled at him and gave him a huge hug without even saying a word. Downstairs they ran now as suddenly they were all pulling on their coats and then he realized just as always they'd be heading outside for a little fun. This year though for the first time his agenda would not include snow ball fights with the boys as instead he was in a skirt and not dressed to roll around in snow so of course heading out with the girls. His two pigtails braids sat atop each shoulder of his winter white coat and his cousin helped button him up as the only snow ball that would be near his head would be in the form of a pom pom and not one being hurled his way. Immediately the boys began tackling each other on the snowy lawn while instead he was part of the parade headed next door. For the first time he'd be part of the girl's contingent ringing doorbells and singing Christmas carols as the only wetness that would swoosh across his face would be some lip gloss to prevent chapping. After an hour outside singing they were back in enjoying hot chocolate and cookies as the evening winded down. Hugs form family members would make for a pleasant goodnight as he was never happier that his time as Bianca was winding down. When everyone one finally left and only his family were the last ones there, their grandmother gathered them in her living room and then looked at her daughter who could barely contain her emotions. "So I have one special surprise girls," said their grandmother. "You'll be staying with me while your parents take a little trip. I'm sending them on a second honeymoon they deserve but haven't been able to afford." "Like right now," said Annabelle. "Yes honey," said their mother getting emotional. "This was an incredibly generous gift and a complete surprise so we'll be running home to pack quick and on a flight in a few hours." "But I don't have any clothes here?" gulped Brayden afraid what that meant. "Sure you do and you just got plenty for Christmas so you'll start by wearing those," said his mother coming over with a some nightgowns handing one to Annabelle. "Now go wash up Annabelle while I help your sister get her pjs on please." "Yes mommy," said Annabelle running to the bathroom. "Mom but all I got were girl's clothes," shivered Brayden as his mother pulled off his sweater. "I know," said his mother softly in his ear and dropping the nightgown over his head. "I'll be just you and your sister so you'll be fine. We all think Annabelle needs a bit more sister time so while there's no school and you're not at home. This is what's best sweetheart." "So another week," said Brayden getting emotional as she pulled his arms inside it. "And the whole time as a girl." "Well two weeks but it'll be fun Bianca," said his grandmother as his mother reached under the nightgown pulling off his skirt. "We'll do some shopping, go to some fun places and wait until you see the matching dresses I bought you two for new year's. We're going to have a ball honey and we thought you'd be happy to do this for her." "Oh?" gulped Brayden as she pulled off his tights and shoes. "Happy to do it?" "Happy to do what?" said Annabelle as she raced over in her nightgown. "I'll miss you mommy but I'm happy to spend more time with sissy and grandma." "Now we're all just saying you'll all be happy doing fun things together," said their mother taking both their hands. "Now come on say goodnight and it's time to get you in bed. It's way past both of your bedtimes." Into the bedroom she brought them before folding down the cover as they both hoped into bed together. He couldn't remember the last time he's slept in a bed with his sister and now suddenly they were snuggled up as their father kissed them goodnight before he went out to start the car. As their mother pulled up the sheet and then tugged them in his sister leaned over kissing his cheek and then their mother kissed both of their heads. "Bye mommy," said Annabelle closing her eyes content. "Bye mom," said Brayden with his eyes wide open. "You sure everything will be alright mom?" "After everything today?" smiled his mother. "I am now." "Ok?" said Brayden a bit confused as she switched off the light. "So you'll be good girls for Nana while I'm gone and then we'll take down the other tree when I get home Bianca," said his mother touching his hair. "The other tree?" said Brayden. "You mean the real one at home." "What we thought was real honey I believe was artificial but we'll fix that," said his mother stroking his bangs and then kissing her forehead turning off the lamp. "And when I get back mommy will make sure it's gone and then things will as they've always should have been. Now go to sleep and don't you worry about a thing. Merry Christmas my beautiful girl." ************************************************************************* "Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!" screamed Brayden sitting straight up. He looked around feeling a cold sweat across his forehead and looked over seeing the wind blowing in through a partially opened window. "Holy shit you ok?" said Annabelle coming in a huff hugging him. "Did you just have another nightmare?" "I don't know sis? Maybe?" said Brayden breathing heavily as his sister held him and then finally let go as she sat next to him on the bed rubbing his back comforting him. "What day is it?" "What do you mean? It's Christmas morning and you always have these nightmares when you're naughty!" said Annabelle rolling her eyes walking over closing the window. "You know mom will freak the fuck out if she catches you like this?" "Like what?" said Brayden in a daze pulling his hands out from under the covers feeling his fingers. "Holy crap. My nails. Is she making me a little girl again this Christmas?" "You might act like this innocent little princess again but certainly I know better," said Annabelle annoyed. "I mean seriously I'll cover for you Aaaa...Gain if I have to but I'm still pissed at you." "Again?" said Brayden confused. "Aaaahhh yeah?" sighed Annabelle switching on the light and tossing a Christmas flannel nightgown onto his bed. "Now you better change so we can be in the same thing as usual before she catches you in her Christmas lingerie and next time get your boyfriend the hell out of here before it begins to get light outside." "My boyfriend?" stuttered Brayden looking out the window watching a pants-less guy in a Santa suit top running across the lawn to a car. "Holiday fuck toy? Whatever slut?" laughed Annabelle looking out the window with him. "That's all you need is for her to snag you having sex with boy dressed as Santa in her house. Haven't you done enough lately to piss her off too lately? You know how she is about Christmas and she'd kill you." "Please I don't know what I've done and...." started Brayden shivering stunned. "And Annabelle look at you? What happened?" "I know and I don't think it's that bad? Is it?" nodded Annabelle fluffing her hair and then turning around walking over to his mirror. "I didn't expect my hair to turn out this platinum. I wanted it more golden but it's your fault for convincing me we should be like twins again this year for Christmas. I got home late last night too so mom will probably be just as pissed at me when she sees it. But hey it's Christmas morning and she does love when we look alike! How mad could she be right?" "I'm so confused?" said Brayden smacking his own head. "Last thing I remember was mom talking about taking down the tree. We were little and now look at... Holy shit look at my boobs." "You know you seem to have this same bullshit dream every Christmas and don't rub it in as mine have barely busted out," laughed Annabelle cupping her little boobs. "Damn I better end up with those freaking big ass titties you ended up with or I will convince dad to buy me them next year when I'm sixteen. He said I can have whatever I want and that is what I fucking want." "Sixteen and holy shit!" gulped Brayden. "Then I'm eighteen. Eighteen already?" "Seriously how much weed did you smoke before you fucked your brains out last night?" laughed Annabelle walking over pulling the nightgown over his head. "Just put this on and you better sober up quick!" "Annabelle, girls you both in there," knocked their mother. "Yeah mom, I was just waking her lazy ass up," said Annabelle motioning to pull down the nightgown. "You can come in." "Well good morning gir---" said their mother coming slapping her forehead. "Oh Annabelle!" "Don't mom," said Annabelle holding up her hand. "It's Christmas and you know who's fault. I was only doing highlights and shit happened." "Mind your language it's Christmas young lady," scolded her mother. "Sorry. You're right but you like us to look like twins and now we do again," smiled Annabelle cozying up against Brayden trying to show her mother they looked alike. "It's Christmas mom! You know you love that so you can't be mad." "I guess you're right Annabelle. Now go brush your teeth little sister while I talk to the big one," said their mother. "She'll be down in two minutes. Merry Christmas baby." "Merry Christmas mom," smiled Annabelle kissing her mother and walking past her. "You ok Bianca?" said her mother closing the door. "You had a night terror again didn't you honey?" "I'm not sure?" said Brayden moving his long blonde hair from his eyes and looking around at his pink room. "Last thing I remember was us talking about you taking down the tree and I was a boy dressed as a girl. I was ten I think?" "You know I can spell the pot on your breath don't you?" said his mother as she walked over sitting next to him on the bed. "Oh?" said Brayden sniffing the air. "Mom I don't smell anything and remember doing that either but the dreams? They seemed so real?" "You know your doctor says you can't mix marijuana with your pills sweetheart," said his mother opening his draw handing him some pills and taking a bottle of water from his nightstand. "Here take this and you'll calm down." "Ok," said Brayden swallowing some pills and taking a sip. "But I'm not lying! I don't know anything about smoking weed." "Honey it's ok and let's just avoid it in the future," said his mother lifting a brush off his nightstand and beginning to brush his long platinum hair. "Now let me just brush out the knots and we can do something cute here for your Christmas picture by the tree like we do every Christmas?" "Ok," said Brayden feeling fuzzy. "That I remember. Having big Christmas bows and sitting in front of the tree. So much else seems cloudy mom? What's wrong with me today?" "Nothing honey that girls like you don't go through sometimes according to your doctor," said his mother brushing the front of his hair into a high pony. "Your hormones are raging. You're mind is a little clouded based on what you shouldn't have smoked. Your body has been changing a lot and sometimes they say your body fights a little what it doesn't understand but you're fine. Trust me everything is in order and as it should be." "Ok. And you know those pills helped I think. I'm starting to feel better," said Brayden taking a breath. "They always do," smiled his mother brushing the back of his long hair. "Now let's do this cute Christmas bow for old times sake. You and your sister still look adorable in them." "I'd like that," smiled Brayden. "But let me ask you something mom? Who's Brayden?" "Brayden?" said his mother winding in the bow. "Why would you say that name Bianca?" "It was just a name from my dream mom," said Brayden. "I told you it was like I was this little boy named Brayden except I wasn't?" "I see?" said his mother. "So dreaming you were a boy? And you trying to tell me you're wanting to be a boy Bianca?" "A girl like me?" smirked Brayden standing up walking over to his mirror smiling as he saw the big red bow. "I didn't think so but there's something about Christmas for you isn't there honey," said his mother. "It's always been almost like it's a second birthday for you and I know it always makes you feel like you were little again." "Hhhmmm?" thought Brayden turning looking at his body in the mirror and straightening his nightgown in the front feeling it nice and smooth. "Maybe that's it? I do like feeling like a little girl again?" "Of course it is and I'm your mother. I gave birth to you and maybe I know you even better than you know yourself," teased his mother. "Now come on let's get down stairs and see what Santa's left you girls this year." "What Santa's left us?" giggled Brayden rolling his eyes. "I'm eighteen mom! You ever going to admit there's no Santa?" "Why?" said his mother. "You ever going to stop loving Christmas? Or stop loving being the big sister your little sister adores? Or even stop loving being my precious darling little girl?" "Well?" thought Brayden. "I hope not?" "Then forget anything about feeling like some boy named Brayden in your nightmares and all your bad dreams should go away sweetheart," said his mother. "Unless of course that was the name of the pants-less boy running across my lawn who must have delivered quite the large package here in the middle of the night?" "Uuuummm! I don't know any Brayden or anything about that," gulped Brayden. "Believe me mom I don't!" "Well Christmas is about believing honey so I guess it must have just been Santa then?" smiled his mother. "So busy delivering what he thought my pretty daughter needed that he rushed out without his pants?" "Had to be," stuttered Brayden feeling warm between his legs as he thought about it. "Maybe he lost them going up and down the chimney?" "Maybe? And he was quite the noisy Santa going up and down so often so be thankful your father slept through that or he would have been none too pleased with Santa this year?" smirked his mother. "We would not want that?" gulped Brayden feeling wet. "We love Santa this time of year." "I bet you do?" said his mother folding her arms. "So then you do believe in Santa?" "Oh yeah," thought Brayden sliding his had over his nightgown and then catching himself. "I mean yes mom. And in the magic of Christmas! How could I not?" "Good then wipe what I assume is dried up eggnog off your chin and I'll see you down by the tree," said his mother. "For a girl that has struggled to believe you seemed to have embraced what Santa has to offer more than I could have ever imagined Brayden?" "Oh yeah..!" smirked Brayden thinking about Santa's package before spinning around towards his mother questioning her. "Wait? Did you just call me Brayden?" "No I said Bianca and you look beautiful like you have every Christmas pretty girl," said his mother backpedaling. "Now get that silly name out of your head. Just because you can believe in the magic Christmas doesn't mean you can believe everything you think you hear." "Sorry," said Brayden shaking his head. "I guess you're right?" "A mother is always right when it comes to her children," said his mother coming over and kissing his cheek. "And if you don't still really believe in Santa then at least believe your mother knows what's best for you dear because believe me I do." "I'm thinking I believe in both," smiled Brayden. "Of course you are darling! From the way you've been reacting to Santa and the big a tree he's brought here this year," smiled his mother shaking her head as she walked from his room. "The magic of Christmas is alive and well in you young lady. Now let's get down stairs honey." "Yes it was! And well hung!" whispered Brayden licking his lips walking towards the door. "Right behind you mom." "And I think those bad dreams are behind you honey," said his mother as they walked down the stairs. "Just don't let your father catch Santa behind you with his pants down again or he'll the next one to have his tree taken down permanently." "Next one?" questioned Brayden. "Merry Christmas pretty girl," said his mother after a wink. "Now go sit with your sister next to the tree for your picture Bianca."