Late Letter To Santa

by

Paul G. Jutras

  

Robert wanted only one thing each year in his letters to Santa. To wake up on Christmas morning to find himself turned into a girl. Each morning when he would get up and find that he was still a guy getting male bathing trunks for summer and stuff that would scream out "YOU'RE A MAN DEAL WITH IT" he would sink into a deeper depression.

As time went on and Robert got over, his believe in Santa and everything else slowly disappeared. Becoming a bully at school, he often wound up in detention for tossing kids into dumpsters and stealing their lunch money.

When he was older he was caught robbing a store on Dec 23rd and spent a night in jail before his mother saw fit to come down and pay. His mother was at her wits end and didn't know what to do for him as he could never muster the courage to tell her, his true feelings. Especially after his dad died from a heart attack.

He got more frustrated that Christmas Eve as he watched the news. The broadcasters talked to little kids that they could go to Noradsanta.com and track Santa's progress to their part of the world. "Like I believe in Santa," He muttered as he grabbed the remote and turned off the television.

"Time to open gifts." His mother said as she knelt down by the Christmas tree. When Robert's mother opened the earrings he bought her with money from his part time job, she was delighted with it. He; however, was less than delighted with the male under wear, socks and new male bathing suit she bought him before the store incident.

That night he tossed and turned in bed. As he reached under the covers to his penis he just let out a tear and wished he could just die in his sleep. As the grandfather clock downstairs struck midnight, he thought he heard the sound of hoof steps upon the roof. Suddenly feeling sleepy, he drifted off.

The melody to the song "Wish You A Merry Christmas" played from an alarm clock as Robert woke in the morning with the feeling of his own hair weighing his head down. He pushed his blankets aside and immediately felt a rush of cool winter air blowing up a pink and white night shirt against smooth legs. He looked down to see his feet looking smaller than before and his toes polish pink.

"What the?" Robert said as he didn't recognize his own voice. As looked about at boy band posters, a dress and pink painted walls, he crawled out of bed to a near by mirror. He removed a note taped to it and saw a six year old girl reflected back. Robert turned to the letter and read it.

Dear Mary (formally Robert)

It took a great deal of magic to change your life as I have and give you a second chance to do it right. That is why it took me so many years before I could do this to you. Please try to stay on my nice list this time around.

Love Santa.

"Mary, please come down!" Mary heard he father's voice call out. Mary quickly ran down stairs to see her mom having pancakes with her hot cocoa and her dad alive once more having eggs with his. "what would you like for Christmas breakfast. Anything you want. Then you can open your gifts. I think Santa got you the doll house you wanted."

"I think I got the best gift already." Mary said as she gave her confused father a big hug as she repeated. "I just got the best gift ever."

THE END

  

  

  

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