Making the switch (December 2009)

[narakunohana]

Quest Name:

Making the switch

Format:

Singular (You make only one, non-interactive post that takes your character throughout the entire event.)

Reward:

• +5 Experience Points
  
• Customized Item Piece
  
• +$1000
  

Scenario:

In the world, it is quite known that there is a lot of misunderstanding between "Mars" and "Venus". This December, Santa Claus decided to pull a little... prank, so to speak.

Christmas morning, you wake up feeling quite different. Well, you won't realize how different until you look in the mirror to find yourself basically turned into someone of the opposite sex!

It would be a rather... enlightening experience that would either scar you or amuse you to no end. Your character has to deal with things such as famed Morning Flag ceremony or the monthly bleed...

That aside, your apparently ate some cookies the morning before that makes someone have vivid dreams about something as weird as this. You wake up (again) the next day feeling and looking perfectly fine.

...

What the heck was in those darned cookies?

Requirements:

• Your characters are to eat a bunch of cookies that send them to a delusional sleep, making them dream about being a member of the opposite sex. They are to experience the discomforts of the opposite sex for "until the next day", when they realize it was all a dream. Somehow.
  
• PG-13, k?
  
• Your character must say "Merry Christmas" or any other variant at least once.
  
• You are required to have at least 500 words excluding BBCode.
  
• Monthly Event ends at the end of the month, obviously.
  

[Gilgamesh Magnius]

Gilgamesh slept extremely well the night before Christmas...

Twas the night before Christmas... and all through the house... not a creature was stiring, not even a..

hey cool! a mouse!

Gilgamesh was awake, the sun wasn't up yet.. oh yeah that ment it was a good day to be alive. He sat up and did a double face palm.. He slept well, but he was tired. But.. He felt something wrong.. What was wrong with him?

He got up and went to the washroom and he looked in the mirror.. Wait...

"OH MY DEAR GOD!"

Gilgamesh said to the mirror...

"I... I'm a girl now?"

He looked at himself.. He was so darn confused at what was going on, what was he going to do now?.

He sighed and sat on his bed, all his clothes.....


Girls now?

That's just great! Frackin' Great!

He puts on his karate jacket, it was lighter than ussual. he She got ready to go out, got some pants on... Washed her face combed here hair and walked out the door. she walked down the street with her hands in her pocket and sighed, it wasn't that cold out. Gilgamesh found himself... Feeling weird.. She couldn't help but keep thinking about what got him this way... Then he remembers.. be with Santa last night getting bombed...

And eating.. COOKIES! IT WAS THE COOKIES!

Gilgamesh said and looked around, her newly changed light blue eyes scanning the new white tundra area.. She liked it.

(OOC: It's hard doing this >.< Curse you SANTA!!!!!)

She walked down the street and got to a friend of hers.. HE was supposed to go for an early brunch with a few friends..

But since he was a girl now, he didn't know what to say to them.

She knocked on the door. When it opened a guy would open it saying..

"Who are you? A charole... Wait.. why do you have Gilgamesh's jacket?"

She tried to explain...

"Ok.. It's me, Gil! I ate a cookie and i became a girl, i dont know how but last night i was drinking with Santa and he gave me some cookies, now, I'm a girl."

He sighed abit and looked around the house was a GIANT sausage fest... GREAT!

well.. their were a few girls, but it was a male dominated house.

She walked in and sat at the table, grabbing a cup.. It was tea, they knew what Gilgamesh wanted, Tea, nothing else but tea.. It was a perfect day.

Gilgamesh looked at his fiends.. They were all talking. They looked at him.. her..

"Look, we believe you. Just, don't do anything stupid alright?"

Another one went on.

"Yeah, we don't wana have to save your ass again."

Gilgamesh sighed and put his hands in his hands and then.. brought his fists up and broke the table!

"GOD DAMN YOU SANTA!"

She started to curse over and over again!

He was breaking things in the house.. everywhere and everything, a few guys held her back.. she calmed down... She was tired.. She... needed more sleep..

Gilgamesh fell to the floor and passed out... moments later he heard in his ear...

"Hey! Boy!"

Said the jolly voice...

"Hey! Boy, you alright?"

Gilgamesh opened his eyes, their were a big red man beside him on the chair.. he was on the floor, their was a beer bottle on the other side..

"Yeah.. im ok.. Just abit tired."

Gilgamesh got up, shook his head and looked at Santa, handing him a cookie.

Gilgamesh remembered his dream.. Santa gave him the cookie that would turn him from a guy to a girl...

"i've enjoyed my time here, now.. Want a special cookie?"

"No thank you.. I couldn't.. ever.."

Santa insisted on it.. He was plastered..

"Why don't you eat it and I'll get you anotehr beer?"

Santa shrugged and ate the cookie, when Gilgamesh turned back.. Santa was new a female...

...
...
...

wow...

Just wow, it works?

Huh.. Was it a dream?

Or was it reality?

Santa dissipated into nothing.... Back to the north pole he went? oh well.. Maybe for Gilgamesh it wasn't going to be such a bad Christmas after all...

(I EAT 500 WORDS FOR MAH BREAKY!!!)

[Kevala Badoer]

( OOC: Has permission to use Spikey Pooh as a girly!! )

---------------Christmas Eve-------------

It was the night before Christmas and wouldn’t you know it. Aiden and Kazumi had chosen not to go to sleep right away.

Nooooooo!!!!

Of course not. It was now almost midnight and they had just barely fallen asleep. Ugh! But hey! What could she do? Kev would just shake her head as she tiptoed out of their room and headed toward the kitchen. SNACK TIEM!!!!

Busting out the cookies and milk!! NOM NOM NOM!!!!

Heading back upstairs and she would plop down on the couch, setting the glass of milk to the side and then munching down on those cookies. Ahhhh!!! Chocolate chip! NUMMY!!!! Upon finishing them, she downed the glass of milk and would lay her head back on the couch. Her eyes closing lightly as she ran her tongue over her lips.

She was so tired. She had really been pushing herself too hard as of late. But she had to. There was not question about that. Shifting to lay down, she decided she could chill here for a bit before she went to bed. Yeah, that was what she was gonna do.

----------------CHRISTMAS!!!----------------

The next thing she knew, the sun was filtering in through the curtains and shining upon her eyes. Allowing them to crack open slightly she noticed she was in bed. Hmm….She must have fallen asleep on the couch only to have Spike carry her to bed at some point.

Damn..she must have really been tired.

Smiling she would let her hand reach out toward him, feeling the warmth of his body beneath her touch. Trailing her hand down over his chest, she froze……WTF!!!

O______O

BOOBS!!!!!!!!!!!

It was then she screamed, stopping midway through it to notice the change in her own voice. What was going on here?!!!

Scrambling out of bed, she heard the sounds of a soft, female sigh, but that was not the worst part.

No, the worst part was she had an extra part to her anatomy!

Eyes shooting down to not the tent in the front of her pants.

OH GODS!!!

Hands going over her body now as she ran her tongue over her lips. No boobs…..masculine hands……..deep voice, and..well……..yeah……She now understood why men were always so freaking horny in the morning!

How the fuck did they stand this shit.

It was about then that the female sat up in bed. Icy hues falling over her as she took a step back. Something was very familiar about that face though….she just could not place it.

”Kev. What are you doing? Come back to bed Babe. I want you and it looks like you want me to.

OMG!!!!!!!! IT WAS SPIKE!!!!!!!!!

The realization hitting her like smack in the face.

If she could have passed out right then, she would have. Buuuuuuuut! The problem was, there had been mention of sex and her new….male brain was all about that now. Oh yeah.

And any guesses where the male brain was located?

EXACTLY!

She had always known it rested there! Haha! Proof!

But honestly, she could not think clearly. It was like every other word running through her mind was about sex.

~What the hell did you do to yourself?~

~I don’t know but she wants sex!~

~Keep it together damnit! Focus!~

~But SEX!!~

She was at war with herself..as usual…though part of her wanted to know what was going on and why Spike did not see this as strange.

“Umm….S..Spike…don’t you find this a bit…odd?”

O____O

She raised her brow as she looked at him…..er…as he looked at her…..GODS IT WAS HARD TO REMEMBER SHE WAS A HE!!!

He er….she would look back to Kev, rolling her shoulders in a light shrug.

”Yeah, but to me sex is like pizza…..any is better than none.”

=_____=

Yup…that was Spike alright.

BUT!

She did have a valid point!

So………….

Off came the pants and the shirt as HE dived back into bed, throwing the covers up over both of their heads. A little giggle being heard from Spike..er..whatever his girly name was……

OH YEAH! This was gonna be epix!

FADE TO BLACK FOR PG-13NESS[/u]

When all was said and done, they were both laying there, lost in the aftermath of epix!

Oh yeah…so nice!!!!

Closing his eyes Kev was in heaven…Aside from not being able to think really….it was not soooo bad being a guy…..Though now…even after all that….all she could think about was either having more sex or going to get pizza.

>_____<

DAMNIT!!!!

--------------THE REAL CHRISTMAS---------------

She would wake up, those eyes shooting open as she looked about the room. In bed….oh gods!!

Closing her eyes she would reach out, once more trying to feel for Spike….please no boobs…..please no boobs……..please noooooo BOOBS….

HAHA!!!

Flat, muscular, and all to welcome bare chest!

SCORE!!!

Her eyes flying open once more as she lifted the covers and looked down at herself.

YES!!! BOOBS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AND NO HARD-ON!!!!

Both of them back where they belonged on their rightful owners! It had all been just a dream!!!

Letting out a soft FEMININE sigh of relief she would grin softly as she rolled over, pinning Spike beneath her as she looked down at him. His eyes opening to look up at her as he raised his brow.

She did not give him time to speak……

“Time to remind me why it is so much better to be the woman in this relationship.”

With that she would kiss him…..Time to have some REAL fun.

[Sara Gallagher]

Just before midnight, Sara settled Shayne in for the night... again, laying him down in his crib and checking that everything was set up nicely, the baby monitor, the small space heater, the night light, blankets... He had woken up about 20 minutes earlier. Sara had heard him and sent Gale back to bed, more then happy to deal with the fussy baby herself, and had left Matrim to sleep. Now she smiled down at him as he slept.

She nodded, seeing that everything was good and moved back downstairs to finish putting presents under the tree. Ya, Shayne was just a baby, and Matrim pretty much knew what she had gotten him, but it was tradition. She would set up the presents and tomorrow, they would wake up and open them.. As a family. Gale included. That was final.

Sitting on the couch in front of the plate she had set out for Santa, she eyed the cookies. They sure did look good... Gale made awesome cookies... Maybe one... But just one... She had put on a little bit of weight since moving in with Matrim and stuffing her face with Gale's cooking... So just one. It couldn't hurt.

She picked up the cookie and stuffed it into her mouth, the whole thing going down the hatch in one go. OMNOMNOMNOM! She smiled happily and moved on to finishing the presents. Finally, she stepped back and looked at her handy work. It was perfect~

TIME FOR BED D<<<

She climbed the stairs and crawled into bed beside Matrim, curling into his side and laying her head on his chest.

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When she woke up, she was all alone. Or she assumed she was, considering she was sprawled across the whole length of the bed on her back. She groaned, stretching, and scratched at her stomach, noticing something odd with the blankets. She glanced down to see that she had a little "tent" going on.

o.o

" Well that's new....

" When did that happen...

Slowly and carefully, she lifted the blankets off herself and stared down incredulously. First problem... There was nothing blocking her view. No bewbs. No mounds blocking her vision to her lower body. Second, was her pajama pants tenting around the bulge at her groin.

O________________________O

Nowai...

She lifted the waist of her pants and peeked inside...

HOLY CRAP O8 "Merry Christmas me..."

>3 She knew it... He knew it. He knew he would be that big!

Sara threw herself out of the bed and nearly fell flat on her face. She stopped, settling herself. Her whole center of gravity was off. She took a deep breath and moved slower towards the mirror. She swallowed hard, almost afraid of what she was going to find.

She stepped in front of the full length mirror. Her little pink pajamas framed her now flat chest, her curveless hips. Her little friend was finally going down, but the pants, made for women, looked awkward on her.

She stepped closer to the mirror, running her hands over her morning stubble. Oh this was going to be fun... The sane part of her was freaking, her mind roiling about what she was seeing. The... insane... part, was thinking of all the things she could do today to make this all worth it. The sane side settled back to sit and stew, preferring not to deal with this new issue.

Now it was just a matter of figuring out what to do first.

Sara turned into the washroom and rummaged through the cabinets, drawers, and cupboards, grabbing everything for what she was going to do. Finally, she looked at everything in front of her.

Shaving cream, razors, toilet paper, towel... She was good to go Sara splashed water on her face and lathered up the shaving cream, coating her face in it. A few moments later, she had a large, puffy white beard of shaving cream. Happily, she took the razor and started to shave.

... "Ow..." She grabbed the toilet paper and stuck a little piece to the cut.

Another swipe down her face when, "OW!" Another piece of toilet paper stuck to her chin. By the time she was done, her face was dotted with little pieces of toilet paper. She dried her face and left the bathroom, little scraps of toilet paper falling after her.

Sara moved back in front of the full length mirror and stripped down. She stood for a moment examining herself and then she started to jump and stretch, admiring herself... Himself... The new goods. She was SOOO glad Matrim wasn't here...

Finishing examining herself, she moved on, searching through Matrim's clothes and pulling out some stuff that would fit her. One problem though... Her hair. Only one way to fix that...

She grabbed a pair of scissors from the washroom and cut off her hair. One quick snip at the base of her head and then a little fixing up and she had a boy cut =D! Now... I have to pee... OMGIMGUNNAWRITEMYNAMEINTHE.... " This was California, there was no snow here... D= Wait, there had to be somewhere... An ice rink? Was there an ice rink here? An ice rink would have a pile of snow... That was as close as she was probably going to get...

Dressed, and now needing to pee quite badly, she tore down the stairs and out the front of the door. For the next four hours, Sara searched for an ice rink. She drove all over the city and even over the city limits. Everywhere... And then...

She saw the brown building in the distance. She nearly peed right there with excitement. She pulled into the parking lot and drove around the building, unable to walk because she had to pee so badly until she found it. A small pile of snow outside a metal door from the Zamboni.

AHAHAHAHHAA!!! She parked the car and hopped out. She had to stand still for a few moments, legs crossed as she waited for the intense need to pee to pass. As soon as it had, she hobbled off to the pile and unzipped her pants. Just like she had seen on tv, she attempted to spell her name in the snow, the relief of finally going filling her. She let out a groan just as the door next to her opened.

A woman walked out, her eyes going wide as she saw what Sara was doing. "... Hey there baby..." ; D

SMACK!

---

Sara sat up straight in bed, breathing heavily. Her hands grabbed at her chest checking her normal goods were still there. They were... She looked down next to her at Matrim, still sleeping normally. "Oh thank god... What the hell was that?" She thought back to what she had eaten. She couldn't remember if she had eaten anything weird... The cookies maybe?

Sara collapsed back into bed, staring at the cieling. The sun was coming up. And then she heard it. Shayne babbling in his room. With a smile, she gave Matrim a shake. "Common baby, Merry Christmas, get up!"

[Gabriel Seran]

Christmas Eve was the perfect day of festivities for the Seran manner; in fact Gabriel himself had spent the time with nothing less than Yule tide joy, spreading the mansion from top to bottom with lights of the Christmas arrangement. Red and Green decorated the halls with exciting arrays of explosive lighting. And all throughout the halls were joyous little smiles.

“COOKIES!!!” Ivan beckoned toting about a heavy silver tray of gingerbread man shaped cookies, covered with a layer of icing and beaded candies.

He skipped merrily towards his Lord and Master with a dignity only a stray dog could possibly manage, this large behemoth and demon brought to the actions of a small child over the matter of cookies.

“By all means I’ll take my share.” Gabriel smirked taking the first cookie by the leg nibbling off the man’s head first with repressed joy. How can you scream now little Gingerbread man? Oh you can’t cause you have no head! HAHAHAHHAHAHA.

He was certainly enjoying himself way too much to be contained as he pumped his blood with gratuitous amounts of sugars. Villetta had to shove him to bed after a tad too much eggnog in his system. He needed to almost have Damean and Ivan carry him to bed with the “merriment” he was achieving unto the other Gingerbread men and their intimidation of a city. Fuckers were going down for their massive achievements.

Hours passed and the morning rose, Gabriel rolled over a good three times scratching his head with a sense of calm displacement. By the fourth time he rolled over he noted something was very wrong. His neck felt crooked with the normal placement of the pillow. Odd how his leg didn’t feel the warm comfort of a certain expansion. A small sigh of distress as he didn’t want to get up only hearing the merry cheers of the morning ring in.

Coming to a lay stand Gabriel stood feeling slightly distressed at the current morning. H needed to redecorate the tree, he needed to clean up last nights mess, and he needed to make sure he apologized for what he’d done the night before and make sure that Villetta’s outfit was changed to be less revealing, no one could draw more attention in the room than him. Gabriel turned into the bathroom and started the warm running of the shower hearing its calming fluids mash with the ivory of the bathtub base.

Gabriel got out of his clothes and stepped in sheathing himself from the outside with the curtain. The silhouette playing about with his….parts. Just shortly before.

“AHHHHHH!!!!!”

Gabriel shouted tumbling to the floor of his bathtub. He pulled free the curtain and jumped out to the mirror staring at it in distress as he noticed a relatively large bust and the absence of his not so min-Gabe. He was just so purely shocked his hands could not move from his breasts. Not at all in fact he stood there fascinated. Just staring and … yea

*Time skip later……Much later*

It was around five o’clock in the afternoon and Gabriel found that now he was Gabriella, this would be trouble would he be taken serious any longer? No how could this have happened? He could just the ridicule he’d receive, Seran addicted to surgery, he gets a sex change. All of it spelled bad news. Storming out of his room in a towel he slunk past the other inhabitants of his home, all having already raided their gifts thankfully. HE made a swift route to Villetta’s room, damn good thing he had a woman on staff otherwise situations like these would be far more awkward for him.

“Villetta, I’m going to need to borrow a few things…” He muttered stealing her cloths quickly and changing to make his swift escape.

Unfortunately for him Gabriella was now dressed a very sensual business attire. Victorian era slant to it gave Gabriella a sense of regality still, as she was still royalty in some sense of the word. An anger was rising inside of her now, she didn’t want to be like this forever, if it didn’t wear off by tomorrow he’d be ticked. Walking for the front door Damean crossed his path.

“Hey pretty lady, how’d you get in her.”

“Out of my way swine…” A snarl rose in her throat very deadly like ice.

“Wow, someone needs a bit of fun…” He said slowly rubbing up against Gabriella.

Godamnit now he knew why women went for the balls. A sharp grip of Gabriel’s strength rose up seizing the man by the balls roughly crushing them between his palms. A sneer on his face.

“Now you’re going to get out of my way or you’ll never have that deep charming voice of yours again…”

“Alright...” He said slowly slinking back rubbing his crotch in pain.

Gabriella snarled coming to the door only to feint halfway through, apparently not eating in a woman’s body was a bad thing. He’d never had problems before. Villetta hurried down ordering men to send Gabriella to bed. A short lived sleep and she’d wake the next morning.

The thud of noise in the background, the merry jingles of Christmas again and Gabriel rose. Rolling over once, twice, three times. The fourth time he looked down at the tent he was pitching.

“Thank You Morning Glory” He said saluting himself.

[Drea]

'twas the night before Christmas and not a creature was stirring. Not even the staff, not even the parents. And certainly not the girl in her---

Well, Drea was certainly stirring. A yawn. A few blinks. It took her a few minutes to realize and acknowledge where she was, but once she had it figured out, she sat up and stretched.

She glanced at the time and winced. It was 11:56 PM. She hadn't meant to nap for so long... But at least it explained that heavy feeling in her bones. She slid out of her bed and headed for the door. She was hungry, but had no intention of waking the staff over it. She was more than well enough in the kitchen to fix herself something to eat, and her own time there had easily taught her where everything was.

Drea crept down the stairs quietly, and then into the expansive kitchen.

She left the lights dark and moved towards the refrigerator, opening it. She blinked as she saw a glass of milk in the middle of the whole darned thing. She was... confused. She reached in and picked the tall glass up, wondering who had left it there. A note was stuck to the bottom of the cup. She carefully peeled it off so as to not rip it and make it illegible.

"Eat some of the fresh-baked gingerbread cookies with the milk, Drea."

She beamed at it. It was probably from someone in the staff. They were nice like that, after all. Closing the refrigerator, she turned towards the counter where most of the cookies were stored and grabbed a couple, placing them on a napkin. Milk and cookies in hand, she carefully returned to her room.

She'd finished her tiny feast in minutes and quietly laid herself back to sleep.

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Morning brought with it a swift kick in the rear as her alarm went off. It was five in the morning, and her clock blared its fury out to them all. Wincing, she slammed her hand on it, turning it off. She wanted to sleep, gosh darn it...

But habit and acknowledgment made her rise. She was already awake now, anyways. She felt... heavier. It was odd, since her typical over-sleep heaviness didn't last beyond the first waking, and it had been a five hour sleep.

She might have shrugged, but simply ignored it and took off her night shirt to change.

...That came off way too easily. Frowning, she checked to see what was wrong, only to stare. And stare. And stare some more.

Where... where were her breasts?

A quick glance in the mirror informed her that she was not, in fact, delusional. Her breasts were missing. Suddenly, her eyes narrowed and she cautiously moved the waistband of her pants outwards, wary of what she would find.

Immediately, she flushed bright red. That... That had definitely not been there when she'd gone to bed!

"It had to have been the cookies," she said. Well, he said, rather. Drea was shocked at the way her voice came out. His voice. His. She had to remind herself that she was now male. He did.

At least it wasn't tenting.

S/he felt awkward - a male in a woman's nightpants and underwear.

Immediately, s/he stripped down, before promptly raiding the closet. Drea put on a pair of shorts that she owned that would accommodate her new self, and a rather nice shirt. A white button-up blouse with some frills on it.

It wasn't as though she had anything else to wear, after all. She grabbed some comfortable and fortunately plain flip flops from her closet, pleased to find that her feet hadn't changed. Only her lack of breasts and apparent new gain... And her voice, apparently. She hadn't even seen any stubble on her face. Her waist was still slender, and her hips still quite normal. She made for a very, very effeminate boy.

But she couldn't let the staff catch her there - they'd think she'd kidnapped or harmed herself... Which would be difficult to explain. Biting her lip, Drea moved for the window, popping it open. Using some of the strength she'd gained in training - and the apparent strength that came with a male's body - she flipped herself onto the room. And ran for the nearest tree. Using it's closeness to the roof, she climbed down, and promptly jumped the gate and left.

She'd forgotten her wallet.

Drea swore at herself as she walked down the street, her odd morning and idiocy making her lose sight of her surroundings as she walked down the street, hips swaying.

She ran into someone - and promptly fell on her ass. Apologizing, she stood up, immediately bowing.

"I'm so sorry, sir," she said, realizing the person was male from the shoes.

She glanced up. The man simply smiled and clapped her on the shoulder.

"Don't worry about it young man! But... would you happen to know where we are?" he said. "I'm afraid I'm rather lost."

Drea nodded, smiling up at him. "Oh, of course!" she said, before promptly detailing their location. She turned to motion towards a street further down the road, but let out a quickly muffled shriek as she found an arm pinning both of hers to her body even as another covered her mouth.

"Shut up and come with me!" the man said threateningly. His formerly kind eyes were deadly serious and cold. Shuddering, Drea nodded. She was already having a bad day. Could this have gotten any worse?

She really shouldn't have thought that. The man led her to a windowless white van and shoved her into it.

"Don't move!" he said to her, pulling a knife from a pocket. "Or else!"

She nodded, large eyes fearful. She eyed the knife warily as the man approached her. She winced as he got into the van behind her and shut the door. The only light came from the front of the van. Leaning back on the fur-covered flooring, Drea stared up at him.

"Wh-what is it?" she asked nervously.

"Heh. Wouldn't you like to know?" the man chuckled darkly. She swallowed, her fear growing in leaps and bounds as he approached.

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<_<

>_>

>_<

Yes, I just wanted to torture her in a him body 'cuz I was watching something really cute and mushy... Brought out the sadist in me.

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Drea cried herself to sleep when he finished with her. Everything hurt. She was sore all over, and everything hurt. She... couldn't possibly express just how much it hurt, and nor could she express the disturbing highs that she'd taken pleasure in.

So she cried and she wept, and finally, she slept.

--

When she woke again, she blinked a couple of times, before yawning and hitting the off button of her alarm clock. It was five in the morning, and she had quite a few things to do.

But first....

She stripped off her shirt and groped herself. Yep. Her breasts were definitely there. A quick peak past her pants told her that the scary.... thing that most males had was gone, too.

Drea hummed to herself as she moved about her room, gathering the things she'd need for the day.




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OMG. What the FRICK did I just do to my Drea?

[Matrim Gallagher]

T'was the night before christmas and all through Mat's house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even his spouse.
The stockings were hung on the chimney by gale,
In hopes that their presents wouldn't be fail.

Shayne was all nestled and snug in his crib,
While Mat struggled to find cookies and baby-back ribs.
Dressed in his jams, both pants and a shirt,
wasn't aware that he'd soon be wearing a skirt.

With his snack finished Mat went to bed without noise,
When he awoke he would find he was missing his boys.
It's good he was alone as he started to throw fits,
Screaming, "I don't remember having big tits!"

He rushed to the mirror, examining the glass,
his hands ran down his chest, his side, and his ass.
As he looked through the window, and saw it was snowing,
he became aware his menstrual blood was now flowing.

He rushed to get dressed in Sara's bra and a jacket,
Trying to get that thing clasped caused a big racket.
Some boxers and jeans and he went on his path,
god forbid some poor bastard incur his wrath.

On the way to the store he got called "such a hottie."
And not one second later he scorched the boys body.
As cries filled the air along with the smell of burning flesh,
Mat set off on his path to once again feel fresh.

Arriving at the store he raided the shelves,
noticing the workers were all dressed as elves.
Grabbing every tampon and pad in sight,
Matrim took to the register in a flash of light.

"What's wrong with you?" asked the check out lady,
"Buying all of these tampons sure seems a bit shady."
Mat said, "Don't make me punch you all the way to China,
I'm just trying to stop my bleeding vagina!"

Matrim paid for his purchase, the clerk sorry she asked,
then took to the street, finishing what he'd been tasked.
When all of a sudden his body started to quake,
as his stomach erupted and began to ache.

"Jesus Christ!" Mat said with hands over belly,
"I knew that those ribs smelled a bit funny!"
So off in a dash, Mat quickly did pass,
To get back home and relieve his gas.

Running back home he ran to the loo,
Expecting that he'd soon take a big poo.
But he realized as the seat he did clamp,
All he was experiencing was a really bad cramp.

So since he was already on the John,
He decided which device he should put on.
Would tampons be queer since he was a guy?
Or would pads feel strange, and tickle his thigh?

He went with the latter, the less invasive,
going with something a bit more pervasive.
And as he relaxed after the pad he did try,
He put his face in his hands and started to cry.

Not out of sadness, frustration, hurt, or pain,
In fact he thought he might be going insane.
Because even though he had a great many talents,
He couldn't overcome his hormonal imbalance.

When all of a sudden he awoke in a shock,
realizing his chest was flat as a rock.
If this were a test Mat surely would flunk,
but at least he appreciated having his junk.

Matrim took to the stairs trying not to fall,
screaming "Merry christmas, one and all!"
For now he would never suffer a period again,
and thank god for his manhood every now and then.

[Roy Atenwood]

Roy loved cookies. Loved 'em. They were one of his favorite things on earth, next to his bike, his TV, and his family. Not necessarily in that order, mind you, but that's entirely beyond the point. Roy saw a large plate of cookies, and he was going to devour them. Devour them like the man he was, one who hadn't eaten anything all day. Well, he hadn't eaten anything all day, and even though the cookies tasted a bit off, he ate one anyway.

"They taste like crap.....but they'll go fine with some tea."

"Yeah they will. Earl gray, my good man, with just the right touch of bergamont oil! HO HO HO!"

"Santa? Holyshit, sure, I'll make you some tea!"

Roy was feeling a bit funny. Had he forgotten his pills? No matter, he thought, as he picked up the kettle and filled it with water. The water had an odd tinge to it, he noticed, but filled his magical christmas kettle anyhow. It was red and green ,just like his face! It took about five minutes to whistle, but when it did, he made the best yuletide tea this side of.... this side of.... CHRISTMAS TOWN! YEAH! He gave Santa the tea and gave a holly jolly HO HO HO himself, and then faceplanted in teh nice, soft rug. Then he began to roll around.

"Soft. Soft. Soft. So soft. Yay for soft, I like soft."

He then stood up and sat in his chair. He and santa talked for what seemed like hours.

"You've been a good boy this year, Roy! But Raven hasn't. He's had lots of NASTY thoughts! If you can convince him to be good for the rest of the year, and keep selling this YUMMY tea, I can give you your presents. HO HO HO!"

Roy laughed, and agreed. But his eyes were getting heavy, he was falling asleep!

Warm, fuzzy chair. Like curling up in a big fuzzy thing. Mmm. Fuzzy. When his eyes finaly closed, he had no idea the adventure that awaited him in the land of sleep.

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Yawn.

Stretch.

Blaaaaaaaah.

Roy seemed to have fallen asleep in his chair again. He reached up and rubbed his face. Then he rubbed it again. He had a whanging headache, and his hair seemed....fluffier. He had probably slept on it wrong. And he was suprised he didn't feel any morning stubble. Must have shaved last night before going to bed. Or chair. He never really remembered anything after head trauma, or the influence of chemicals. Some side effect of the pills he took ever morning? The ones he was dry swallowing as the person narrating his life typed this?

"Oh holy shit, what did I drink last night? My friggin' head hurts like friggin frickety frick frack."

And so he began his morning routine. Cereal first. Cocoa rice cripsies, drowning in whole milk. Not exactly good for him, but hey, tey tasted good. Groggily, he ate, noticing he seemed.....heavier up front this morning. But lighter everywhere else. Probably all in his head. IT had to be in his head. He was Roy, like always. Next came brushing his teeth. The bathroom lacked a mirror, for some odd reason, so he took the toothbrush and toothpaste from the bamboo cabinet on the wall, and began to brush his teeth. Two minutes later, he was getting ready for the morning shower. Upon removing HER shirt, she noticed why she felt more topheavy.

"....I have boobs."

Squish.

"HOLY SHIT."

She reached down her pants to confirm her worst fears. No man-thingy! In fact, a girl thingy!

"OH HOLY SHIT!"

Thud.

She plopped on her ass, shirtless, in the middle of the bathroom to contemplate things. Normally, she bent over backwards to do such things, but with her new breasts, she couldn't keep her balance.

"Okay, first things first, shower. Next, explain things to my sister in law...She should let me borrow some clothes, my tatoos should prove who I am, at least. Oh god. Oh my god. What was in whatever I did last night. I'll find out, and take it again. It should make me a dude again. Yeah! That'll make me male again! Was it....hmm...what was I on last night. I stopped drinking, mostly, and I don't do drugs. THE COOKIES!"

Running shirtless (And nearly knocking herself out falling over nine times because she was still tired, groggy, and unsteady) into the living room, Roy picked up the plate the cookies had been on. On the plate was nothing but a note from Stanta and an empty teacup.

HO HO HO, HO!, the note said.

"I have the cookeis you seek, to regain your masculinity! MY tea wasn't hot enough! For I am RUDO SANTA AND YOU MUST DEFEAT ME IN LUCHA LIBRE TO GET THE COOKIES! I will be waiting for you in Christmas Town!"

That was what the note said, at least. So Roy had a QUEST!

"...looks like I have to find Christmas Town, get a Luchadora's outfit (Preferrably unisex, actually), and defeat evil Santa in a wrestling match! This is some fucked up shit, yo. After I get a damn bra."

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"......sis?"

"Who the hell...wait a minute, Roy? You're....boobs. Buh?! What in the living hell?"

"Rudo Santa gave me evil gender bending cookies, and has challenged me to lucha libre to regain my manhood."

".....what?"

"Exactly."

"Merry acid trip christmas, eh?"

Roy was standing in his sister in law's room, wearing nothing but a T-shirt that was suddenly far too big for her. It was nothing if not akward. She had to bring it up, had to ask. Oh god here it goes....the akward question to end all akward questions!

"We're about the same..ah...size, Mizuki. Can I borrow some...ah...underwear? At least a bra?"

And the young japanese woman she was facing burst into laughter. Not just laughter, but belly cramping uberlaughter. Mizuki fell to one knee and laughed so hard it looked like her eyes would bug out of her face!

"L-look, sis, going commando with this....sensitive thingy is VERY uncomfortable! My boxers are too big now!"

More laughter. Mizuke ran up and hugged the She-Roy, laughing harder and harder until she finaly just...fainted.

So she waited an hour for her to wake up.

"S-sorry, Roy...go ahead and raid my dresser, okay, hun? I'll...ah...keep this secret from your brother, you'd never hear the end of it.

"Thanks."

And so one hurdle had been jumped!



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Roy was currently walking to the mall, where she would interrogate the locals about the location of CHRISTMAS TOWN. She, he, or whatever we're going to call them, grabbed a man by his jacket and asked where christmas town was, and he told her it was in the center of the mall!

"....that was easy. Too easy."

"Perhaps. Now let go of me so I can finish my christmas shopping."

Roy let the man go, and summoned her courage. He was in the middle of the mall! Rudo Santa! First, she pulled up her hood, poking two holes in it where it came down in front of her face to create a makeshift mask. Then she bolted for the center of the mall.

Santa.

Cookies.

Revenge.

Honor!

She ran into the center of the mall. Saw the mall santa sitting in his chair, ho ho hoing, letting kids sit on his lap. Today he would be revealed.

As soon as the last kid got off his lap, she jumped on him and put him in a headlock!

"LUUUUUUUCHAAAAA RAAAAAN! RUDO SANTA! THIS IS FOR THE REAL SANTA!"

SUPLEX! KAPOW! BOOM! CRASH!

Unfortunately, the match was cut short when the fat bald guy in the santa wig screamed for Security and Roy went running. Just as she was about to get caught, she ran into the real Rudo santa! She kicked him in the junk, stole his sack, since the cookies had to be in his bag, and ran out the door! Success!

And then, just as she touched one of the cookies to her lips? Puuf.

She woke up.

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"....whoa. No boobs. Still a dude. Never eating cookies left out in the living room again. Merry acid trip christmas."


With that, Roy curled back up in his chair and went right the fuck back to sleep.

[Deleted]

Jaus Valentine had lonely holidays of his own accord, he’d chosen this fate and was there for stuck with the decisions he’d made. Though the holidays did make him miss the old times back in Alaska, it was a cold day to match but nowhere near that of Alaska’s cold winters, the snow breaking across his face filling him with the misguided memories. Of course he missed it, but there was no going back now at least for the time being, things had to be managed better in this new life he’d been given. In fact he was very lucky for the life that’d been given; he needed to thank Gabriel to some extent for that reason. The man gave him back a life of luxury and gave him a subtle direction without even saying so. Now he spent the holidays alone, the memories long lost still evading him to the far gone winters of the past. Reira and Alexis were supposedly here, he remembered that they were his first friends. How he’d miss that old life.

Writhing in a form of subtle dismay Jaus strode out along the block looking for the finest bar in town, yes he was going to drink away his problems and find solace in the cold feeling they gave him. Pale bleach white hair made him stand out amongst the dark inhabitants he couldn’t even fit in there. At the bar he lurked a lonely monger.

“Hey buddy, you look a little down, take this it’ll make ya feel better.” The bartender offered a helpful gesture pulling free a cookie from the jar before him.

Disdainfully Jaus choked the thing down and returned home. All his adventures were for not as he found nothing but emptiness and the strange cookie that made him whole. As he slumbered there was a faint smile stretched cross his features as the burning subsided only to be met with a new found feeling. Emotions boggled in the morning after in a way he couldn’t have imagined. Waking up with a bored expression was hardly the way to look at it as Jaus evaded and made a beeline towards his bathroom.

“No….The fu?”

Jaus was utterly shocked as the fear hit him like a tidal wave. Why had this happened to him? Where was the old reflection that stared back he must have been really drunk. Slinking away and back to bed Jaus found himself in utter conflict hoping that when he woke up all would be better. But of course they weren’t any better. Rushing about the house looking for some appeasement he found solace in a box of Ice Cream. For the next eight hours Jaus could not be budged from “the Note Book” As he watched it teary eyed the rest of the day till he passed out and found himself the next morning drooling on himself covered in ice cream and beer.

“God damn, I’m never eating cookies again…” Jaus stuttered before fixing an irritated gaze on the TV.

“And I’m never watching the Note Book…. EVER!”

[Adrian Kreever]

(OOC: Sorry for the length of this, I hope it's not too bothersome to read. There's a 'Merry Christmas' in the bottom if you just want to skip through it to see if I filled out the criteria. Anyway, I enjoyed writing this, and I hope you'll enjoy reading it too, despite of its atrocious length and sickening sweetness. Happy holidays! ^_^)

Today had been boring, very, very boring. All the good classes, of which there where few enough as it were, had been canceled, and the canteen had forgotten to prepare his vegetarian meal. On top of that, he hadn't pulled a prank on anyone in over a week, or vented in any other fashion. The result was one pissed-off young man, slowly filling with frustration over his inactivity and boredom, and the fact that he was starving from lack of lunch didn't help either. He was so tense that he was certain the only reason he hadn't gotten himself into a fight yet was because he was too hungry and devoid of energy to muster up the necessary aggression. Therefore when, on his way home, Adrian came across a bakery he had never really noticed before with a few Christmas specials, he decided to treat himself to some decent food.

The bell rang as Adrian pushed the door open, and he was welcomed by the sweet scent of baking and a shit-load of Christmas decorations. "Merry Christmas!" The girl behind the counter cheerily chanted. Adrian, slightly taken aback by the whole spectacle, merely raised his hand in greeting with a confused look on his face. "Uhh yeah, hi. May I have some, uhh..." And he proceeded to point the food he'd be needing for the next few days, including, of course, an extra large dinner menu. Bread wasn't the perfect dinner, but he was hungry, and not really in the mood to cook. He topped it off with a half-liter of milk for his tea, breakfast tomorrow was going to be great. "Anything else?" She said, still beaming from behind the desk. Somebody's really into whole christmassy thing. Yeah, it's kinda creeping me out. She wasn't wearing a full elf costume or anything, but her uniform, standard baker's clothes Adrian guess, was red and green rather than just plain white. Her ears, Adrian noted, weren't quite round like most people's either, they had a slight point to them, like his own.

"Uh, no thanks. I think I'm good." "Don't let the young man go without the special!" It boomed from behind the 'Employees only' door. Adrian looked around, ill at ease. He hated being watched. He just wanted to get out, now. "What's this 'special' then?" For once, the girl seemed a little befuddled herself. "Oh, uhm" He reached below the counter and brought up a bag that, as she showed him, contained numerous, lovely smelling cookies. "We, uh, have a special cookie offer this month, only for the lucky few. You'll find nothing quite like these anywhere, they're made especially for this time." Whatever, just buy them and let's get out of here. I can't stand being in here, it's too small! Adrian shook his head, trying to clear it the voice. It was getting hysterical.

"Here" He dumped a few bills on the counter. "Keep the change" "Thank, have a merry Christmas" She said, he composure seemingly regained. "Uh yeah, thanks." Adrian managed a half-hearted smile before he shot out the door. A few moments later the young woman was joined by a big man in a red apron and with a white beard covering chin. "Father, are you sure that was wise? You know what he does." The big man chuckled. "Now now, don't let it weigh on you too heavily. The young man tries to do the right thing, but in doing so he completely lacks perspective. Perhaps this will help him to see things from a different angle." "But he hurts people, he even kills some just to sate the darkness inside him!" The big man's look became more serious as he saw the young woman grow upset. He put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into a big, warm hug. "There there. You know we can't just punish people for not doing what we consider to be right. We would be like him if we did. Instead, we must seek to guide him and people like him, to see if they are willing to tread on different paths when those opportunities are offered to them. Now" He pulled away beaming fatherly love down upon her with his smile. "Are you all better?" She smiled and nodded. "I'm all better." "Good" They shared another quick hug before the big man went into the back of the shop again.

"Whoa." Adrian sat, catching his breath after his meal. Maybe bread and pastry wasn't the best supper one might be advised, but this had been an exception. Those cheese-buns had been something out of this world. He hadn't felt this stuffed since last time he was home to see Mother and Father, and that was months ago. What to get them for Christmas... His thoughts were interrupted by a whiff of scent, carried on the draft from a cracked window from the bag of cookies to his nose. Seven minutes later the bag was empty. Whoa, that was something special... Double whoah... He was positively stuffed and, deciding to leave further considerations until his mind wasn't so clouded with pleasantness, he waddled into bed and collapsed.

He woke as rays of sunlight crawled unto his head, groaning softly before rolling out of bed. He felt... different, not bad but just... odd. "I'll come to my senses, I just need a bath" He mumbled to himself. He picked out some clothes, musing over how even his voice sounded different. Maybe that was the side-effect of actually eating to your heart's, and stomach's, content once in a while. Then, when he put the fresh clothes against his chest to carry it into the bathroom, he felt two bulges he hadn't noticed before. Quickly dropping the gathered clothes and stripping off his T-shirt he found, to his grand surprise, two anatomical additions to his, or rather her, chest. "When the hell did I grow these?" Was all she could say, and now he understood why his voice sounded different. "Okay, Adrian, be calm, breathe, don't panic." But of course she did. A long wail and a silent prayer of thanks for not having any neighbors later, she went to scope out the precise extent that her body had undergone, standing in front of the full-bodied mirror in her bathroom.

Her face hadn't changed much, though her jawline was an even less visible component of her face now, and her lips where slightly more pronounced. The two additions to her chest weren't overly large, though she found each could easily fill out one of her hands on their own. There was, of course, also the loss of one gender-defining body-part, and Adrian, or Adrianne as she decided would have to be her name from here on out, was a little surprised to found that she actually missed it. Her skin, she noted, was fairer, and she had actually, if not overwhelmingly, grown a little thinner. Now, what to do? She decided to lead with the shower to clear her head, then follow with some breakfast. "Lucky all my clothes are so loose" She murmured as she got dressed. Okay, so she had not (further) lost her mind, the clothes proved that, until this morning, she had belonged to the... other human variant. "Now, how the hell am I going to explain this to Father, or Mother?" How indeed? Nothing had ever meant more to her than her parents, and the thought that they might cast her disturbed her far more than the thought of having to wear binds.

She couldn't stay she could feel something dark and heavy weighing on the edge of her mind, if she stayed she would be overcome by depression and worry. Her old clothes still fit, more or less, but she had feeling she would be missing a bra if she began running. One of her old hoodies fit, and a worn pair of jeans she had worn a few years back only needed a lightly tightened belt to stay in place. The old rucksack fit without incident. She was going out, oh yes, but not down. She was on the prowl for something to hurt, something to kill, she was frustrated without her new state taken into consideration, and someone weak, someone unclean would pay for that. A few minutes later she was out on the rooftops, trying to adjust to her new condition. Her new body was as agile and capable as the old one had been, she found, but there were certain adjustments she had to make. For instance, she noted that the two additions to her chest sometimes got in the way and where not too shy to let it be known. Then again, the removal of the other gender-defining organs made other maneuvers easier, and after as much as fifteen minutes she her urban running skills were unhindered by anything but the snow that had begun to fall. She quickly spotted her target thereafter, a young man about her own age, clad more in filth than clothes. He looked like a bum, not offense in itself, but the hungry looks in his eyes betrayed his weakness. It didn't take long before he was running from a screaming woman, his arms filled with shopping-bags. Drawing on her true face, blackness emerging from beneath her skin to cover her face, she set after him.

Adrianne followed him from above in the shadows the Christmas decorations below cast. She waited until it was evident that there were no other pursuers and her target realized the same and stopped to breathe. He didn't notice Adrianne crawling down to stand behind him, knife in hand. "Somebody's been bad this Christmas" She growled, her true face disturbing her voice. "Looks like Santa's little helper here is going to have to take something from you!" She drew back the knife to strike, only to be stopped by a soft, young voice from behind. "Brian, who is that?" It was the voice of a child, Adrianne knew, and when she looked into the eyes of 'Brian' before her, she saw fear, but not for himself. No, his eyes kept flickering to a point behind Adrianne, the point which, she guessed, the speaking child stood. "It's alright Mandy, go back inside with Cody." But Briaaaan, I-" "Go back inside, now!" And the sound of light footsteps confirmed that she did so. Adrianne was... confused.

"Saul sent you, didn't he?" Adrianne didn't answer, glad her true face was mostly hidden by her hood. She didn't want a child to see that. "Look, I'm working as hard as I can, but I can't just leave Mandy and Cody here, they need me! I'm all they've got! Look..." He raised the stolen bags and offered them to Adrianne who merely stood, still confused by the whole situation. Where was her lust for the kill? "Just take these, they should be word some dough, just... just leave us alone, just for a few more days. It's Christmas for God's sake!" Time had surely flown, Adrianne pondered, but she also knew it wasn't her main concern now. "These... gifts" Adrianne murmured, her voice sound gruff through her true face. "They're for the children, correct?" "What do you care? Yeah, fine, they were for my little brother and sister, whatever. Does it get your freak on to steal from kids?"

Adrianne raised her hand toward the bags and, instead of accepting them, pushed Brian's hands back down. "I can't, I... I'm not here to steal from you" Her voice turned clearer as the true face faded beneath her skin again. "I, thought you were just a... a..." "A what?! A thieving bum?! We have to do what we can to survive, little missy! I need to keep Cody and Mandy fed." "Yes, yes I see that now. Wait." Adrianne held out a hand to stop Brian as he tried to walk past her, then pulled off her rucksack and pulled out some of the pastries she had bought the day before, when she had still been a... whatever. "Here, these might help" Brian stood many long seconds, looking suspicious and very surprised, but in the end he accepted the offering, and his demeanor changed. "Hey, uh, thanks. I'm sorry if I was a little, you know, rough on you" "And I'm sorry I almost killed you" It was a humorless thing to say, but they both seemed to find some humor in it regardless, letting their guard down to laugh a little. "Hey, uhm, I, uh, scored some chicken and things earlier. I was going to save it for a rainy day but now, I feel like we've got something to celebrate. You, uh, you wanna come in?" He indicated the hovel behind him, where Adrianne now could see two kids looking out at them, eyes wide and curious in the way only a child's could be. "I, uhm." Her first instinct was to say no, but something about the whole situation changed her mind. "I'd love to."

And so Adrianne spent a Christmas among people she might otherwise have killed on sight. They laughed, Brian told jokes and stories for his younger siblings, and Adrianne played with them, listened and learned. She also put off a careful advance from Brian, stating that 'I don't swing that way', but all in all the four of them had a lovely Christmas. When Adrianne left, many hours later, after the children had been put to bed, Brian was still smiling, even though he looked a little sad. "Will we see you again? The kids really loved you." "I hope so" She said. "You take care them, and yourself" Then, before she could leave Brian hugged her and held her tight. "Thank you so much, the kids really needed this. It's been so long since we've had a proper celebration for anything, and I just... Thank you." He let go and let her outside, where the show had now really begun to fall. As Adrianne climbed back up the building from which she had descended, she heard Brian cry out "Merry Christmas!" Below. She turned, letting her true face fade. "Merry Christmas!" She shouted back grinning, watching him smile. Then she felt her grip slip in the thick snow, felt saw the earth plummeting toward her and saw the terror on Brian's eyes as he ran toward her, screaming her name. Then she hit the dirty asphalt with devastating force.

Adrian woke with a start, sitting up in his bed and panting. He quickly looked at his hands and went over the rest of his figure to find that the two additions to his chest no longer were and that the 'old' gender-definer had returned. "Holy shit" he whispered the night, lying back on his bed and staring into the ceiling. What the hell had just happened? He vividly remembered the entire thing, but he was also now quite sure that it had been a dream. He knew he wouldn't get anymore sleep that night, and instead resolved to get an early start. He got up and, after checking in the mirror that he was indeed his old self, took a long shower. He made himself a hearty breakfast, thinking over the whole affair but coming up with no conclusions. He reached for his rucksack for the cheese-buns in them, but when he rummaged through it he found it was empty. He turned it upside down, but nothing edible came out. Staring at the mess on the floor with confusion in his eyes, slowly calm sat in, and he smiled. He'd probably have to stop by that baker again, and the thought of being watched with a camera wasn't one he enjoyed, but right now, he felt really good about himself. "Merry Christmas" He whispered to himself as he made himself a pot of tea.

Dream or not, he resolved to remember the incident. Maybe he wouldn't be so quick to judge another time. He left for school that morning early and with a genuine smile on his face. The bakery which he had visited the day before, he saw, was not there anymore, the whole place was boarded up. He scratched his head in confusion, but in the end he shrugged and carried on to school, whistling a happy tune. What he didn't know was that, in the shadows of the bakery that he had visited the day before before, two others were smiling, just as happily as he was."Might I say 'I told you so'?" "No, but you just did" "Ho ho ho, indeed I did" And they both laughed in unison.

[Alexis Seran]

“Wooot! Merry Christmas!!” Alexis was enjoying herself at this party. Christmas eve had killer parties ‘cause everyone was so darn joyous and shyat. The party was calming down and now only a few sat around a circle enjoying the drunk stupor everyone had fallen under. Then, a tray of Christmas cookies were passed around by this guy with dreadlocks and a rainbow toque. Suspicious? yes…..cookies? Yum!

~The next morning~

Alexis got up… things felt a little different, but she paid no attention to it. Why? Because she was too tired to even function.. That and she assumed it was ‘cause she was monstrously hung over. She must have been wasted… Then she went into the bathroom and sat on the toilet to do the morning ritual of urination.

Now… THAT felt different. She looked down and in between her legs….. Then screamed of course. Not every day she saw a penis… on her self that is!! Once she was finished emptying her bladder (Whether it came from a penis or not) she looked in the mirror to find she was a boy. Why? WHYY WAS SHE A BOOOY?! She didn’t take any roids, so that was out of the question.

What to do?

EXPERIENCE BOY STUFF OF COURSE!!

Alexis got on… some of Gabriel’s clothes and headed out the door looking around. She needed to know what it was like hitting on a girl. She wasn’t attracted to them, but she wanted to see if it was harder for a boy than it was for a girl.

On the streets was a girl, very pretty, anyone could agree, so Alexis was hoping she was single. “He” smiled once “he” approached the girl.

“Hey..My name is Ale-Alex… Whats yours?’

“Jillian…”

“Wanna make out?”

*Smash*

“MAAA BALLLS!”

Never thought I would have to say that…

Alexis fell to the ground, groping her groin and whimpered like a child. She thought getting punched in the boob was bad!? This was worse… but still… getting punched in the boob still hurt!

After a half hour, Alexis was able to get up… still sore none the less.

Well that blew up in my face!

Now, that wasn’t fun, so Alexis wanted to make up for that and she would plan a night at a gay bar. That would be very fun. Bubbles and glow sticks! How would one not have fun!? Yet again… Alexis then thought that she should be a little worried she was a boy and not a girl. BUT! She didn’t care.. All she wanted to do was experience what it was like to be a boy.

Later that night she went to a gay bar and had a crap load of fun. No one judged her and she got some guys’ numbers. She wouldn’t call them, ‘cause she already had a boyfriend…..and they were gay. After the night of epic-gay-funness, she went home and crashed on the couch.

Christmas morning she had awaken with her face burred in a bowl of cookies. A lot of people were passed out around her and she did not know what had went on. Her eyes studied her figure to see if anything was masculine and she was relieved to find she had boobies again.

[Mischa Badoer]

“I need….CHRISTMAS COOKIES!” Mischa ran into the kitchen and started pulling out the ingredients that are needed to make some yummy Christmas cookies. She had everything needed thankfully and started preparing said cookies. Now at this point she burned said cookies, because she obviously fails at baking or cooking. Only thing she knows how to make that is edible is her famous hot chocolate! At this point, one would think she would eat these terribly made cookies and probably suffer horrible illusions. That is where you are wrong!

Mischa still craved cookies but knew damn well bad things would come from bad cookies so she searched her cupboard for something to substitute it with. Luckily..she found a box ’o’ chocolate chip cookies! “MMM nummmyyy!” she looked at the expirey date to make sure they were still edible. January! That wasn’t for another few days, so that means they were.

HA! No cookie hallucinations for you!

She ran back into her room and started playing some good old video games while mowing down on yummy cookies. Next thing she knew… SHE FELL ASLEEP!

“Wake up!” she heard some one yell. She was too tired to be able to tell if it were Reira or Demetri, but either way, she was awake now. It was present time! Mischa got out of bed and bolted down the stairs, of course only to fall down the whole flight violently! She looked around to see if anyone had seen her, but no one was around.

“HELLOOO???! Where is everyone! It‘s Christmasssss! We need to open the presents noooow! ” no one answered. Weird. She sat on the floor for a good half of the day waiting like a patient person… which she totally was not. Then she gave up on everyone and opened up a box that said her name. To her surprise, it was a boys outfit. “Wha-?” Though, luckily the shirt was a cool X-man one so she would still wear it! Though the tag stated it was a large….WTF!? She ran to the bathroom to try the shirt on…and weirdly enough….her chest was no longer there! Well, it was but not exactly how it was before. Now she looked into the mirror and to her surprise… it wasn’t HER surprise..it was HIS surprise… THAT IS WROOOONNNNNGGGG!

She stayed in the house all day, not wanting to let the world see what she have become…until she realized the world would just assume she was a boy!

Mischa got dressed in the outfit she had gotten as a present and headed out the door. What did she want to do? Her eyes glanced to her watch to find that it wouldn’t be too late to catch the late show. So..that’s what she did. The majority of the movies that were out she didn’t want to see, or she hadn’t even heard of them, so she decided to one she hasn’t heard of. When she was in the theatre, to her surprise, it was packed. Guess it was a good movie? She was forced to sit beside a fellow boy and there was no problem…UNTIL THE SEX SCENE CAME ON. K…Normally, Mischa wouldn’t mind, but this was a steamy scene and both of the characters were played by VERY attractive people. Then..it happened. Her eyes fell between her legs to see what was up and saying hello. She gasped a little and cupped it with both her hands…EVEN TRYING TO PUSH IT BACK DOWN….

She didn’t know what to do! Mischa leaned over to the guy next to her and got his attention with a little hiss. “PST….I can’t get it to go down… It won’t go down! Help me get it back down!”

The guy stood up and picked Mischa up by the collar of the shirt. “What the fuck did you just say to me!?” yep… he thought that Mischa was a creep… and of course punched her in the face. She fell back and down the red carpeted stairs near the exit. Ok… it was her time to run.

When she got home, she was so pooped from all that running she managed to enter the elevator and get into her bed. This was an odd day. And.. She was out.

The next morning, she looked to the calendar to find that it was Christmas…but it was Christmas yesterday… Her eyes looked over her body to see no totem pole…YAY!

She ran down the stairs with excitement and saw Reira and Demetri. “Merry Christmas!!!” yeah, she was excited it was Christmas and over the fact she was a girl again. Before she opened any of the presents she ran into the game room and looked at the box of cookies. When she looked at the expiry date… she forgot to check the year. Apparently those cookies were a few years old…. Well that’s gross! Grabbing some cookies she went back into the living room and enjoyed the rest of her Christmas with her pals.

[Vespyr]

The warm, rich scent of fresh-baked cookies seemed to emanate from the broken windows of Vespyr's home, drawing near to it a plothera of cats (they could, quite easily, smell the secret ingredient she had used). Their heads bobbed at the window sills and some had even slipped through the front door to join the party, their pointed ears and spindly tails casting eerie flitting shadows on the walls as the fire crackled and popped like a cheery and welcoming tune. Vespyr had noticed them, of course, and a wide grin had spread across her black cherry lips at the sight of so many of the lovely, hungry creatures. Fleesh padded around the room proudly, sniffing each visitor and keeping a keen eye on the lady of the house while she withdrew yet another batch of the special cookies from the oven and tossed it onto the adjacent counter. The cats were plucking gratefully from the pile as she laughed merrily, "There are plenty for everyone! Merry Christmas, all of you!"

This holiday season was a special one and Vespyr was celebrating (for the first time) the gift that Fleesh had been to her heart this past year. Never before in her life had she a companion, so she did indeed have good reason for merriment. Even the heartless have heart, but for their own kind, mind you.

Vespyr settled down next to the fire with a glass of wine (and proudly, too, for picking such a good year to steal) and a handful of the the strange cookies, and sighed.

"Its nice to have guests for the holidays, is it not?" she said, taking a bite of a cookie and gazing fondly at the flames. Fleesh, who had settled in her lap, meowed a concise agreement. His one amber eye was fixed intently on a pretty young queen across the room, purring. Vespyr, with an animated laugh (now on a third cookie and having downed the glass of wine, she was beginning to feel a bit euphoric) picked him up and gave him a pat on the rump in the femme's direction.

"Off with you, silly boy!" she giggled, "Oh man, what did i even put in these cookies, i can't remember..."

*********Some time later*********

When Vespyr opened her eyes, she realized that she had rolled over and was now dangerously close to the fire. She sat up with a yawn, blinking tiredly with a strange, bumbly sensation coming to life in her stomach, akin to that of having swallowed a bunch of happy bees that were now bouncing around and tickling her insides. Putting it out of her mind, she took a casual glance around the room. Some of the cats were still here, but from the looks of it, as soon as she had fallen asleep the others had snatched what was left of the cookies and run off. With a slight grumble, Vespyr squinted past the flames at the remaining feline congregation; it was a curious sight.

There were perhaps ten cats all in a circle, some reclining on plush pillows, and on their necks and ears and paws were all sorts of Christmassy garb-- knitted mittens, scarves of green and red patterns, little cat-sized beanies with lively pom-poms dangling from the ears. In the center of the circle was a grand and beautiful eight-hosed hookah that made her eyes glitter wonderously.

Vespyr rose to her feet and walked over to join them with a vaguely puzzled demeanor, taking a seat next to a pretty-looking orange cat in a frilly pink sweater. Without a word, the cat on her left handed her a hose and Vespyr took a puff, the delicious cinnamon-flavoured smoke trailing gracefully from her lips.

"Where'd you guys get the hookah?" she asked, immediately astonished by the deepness of her voice. Had it always been that way? And what was this funny feeling in her pants? All of a sudden, the room (and her jeans) seemed a lot smaller. Something was very wrong. With trepidation, she looked down. A gasp.

THERE WAS A BULGE. IN HER PANTS. WHAT. THE HELL.

"Don't worry about it, maaan. Its all cool. Happens aaall the tiiiime." said the Abyssinian.

"And i certainly don't mind," said a girlish voice to Vespyr's right. Vespyr turned to smile awkwardly at the pink-sweatered cat, whom he (swift and totally inconspicuous pronoun switch!) noticed with shock had only one (dazzling, beautiful) amber eye.

FLEESH?!

"I didn't know you were a drag queen!" gasped Vespyr in his manly voice as the orange (and apparently female) cat skooched over to take a seat on top of the awkward bulge. Vespyr's mouth hung slightly ajar and he muttered a few indistinguishable noises as Fleesh daintily put her paws on his shoulders and giggled in her sweet girlish voice, "No silly, you're dreaming! WAKE UP!"

"NYAAAAAAAA, DON'T KISS ME!"

The two fell backward with a scream and a thump, and immediately Vespyr scrambled to her feet, feeling quite woozy.

The cats in their hookah circle were gone. Cookies littered the floor. Fleesh and the pretty girl cat from earlier were canoodling at the opposite end of the room (and he was no longer clothed in that ghastly pink sweater). After a close inspection of her body, Vespyr sighed a sigh of relief, picked up the remaining cookies and the empty bottle of wine, and tossed them out the window.

[David B.]

David awoke with a start. His hair was wrapped around his face, and he groaned. Last night had not been fun...His head ached, his eyes watered, and worst of all, his boobs hurt.

Woah, wait what?

He rolled onto his back, sitting up and looking down at his rather busty chest area. His hair was longer too, and even more disturbing, he noticed a significant lack of something between the legs. He scratched his head, wondering if he was still in dream land. He reached up, gripping his...her boobs with both hands. David...no...Destiny looked around, checking the alarm. It was eight Am, december the 25th. Christmas morning, and she just had to wake up with a sex change. She stood, walking over to a mirror, looking at herself.

'I LOOK HORRID! MY HAIR! AND MY FACE! Wait...what? Now i THINK like a girl? This is not fuckin' cool.'

Still...it left some rather interesting things to be inspected. She undressed in front of the mirror, checking herself out. She was pretty damn hot! She struck a few poses, then felt like a total homosexual so, without further ado, she got dressed and went downstairs to be greated by the family. They all turned, waving and grinning as though she had been this way her entire life. Her mother and father weren't there, which told her this couldn't possibly be a dream. All her friends were there though, and the tree was packed with gifts. She smiled and waved, rather sheepishly and totally unlike herself.

"Merry Christmas?"

Her voice even sounded feminine...She walked over, giving Emily a hug before thoroughly checking out both unfettered and Alex. Wait.
She...er...he...er...IT WAS CHECKING OUT GUYS!?

She nearly vomited in her mouth before taking her seat, holding up a present with a small smile. She was not enjoying herself- everyone was acting funny, like they were all super happy to be there. She felt weird too, like her head was stuffed with compacted sand and there were millions of tiny bugs jumping up and down on them. She walked over to the couch, still holding her present, and she collapsed with a rather faint cry of relief.

'At least this way i don't have to WATCH Gabriel check my body out...'

***several hours later***

He awoke, a groggy, rather sickening feeling entering his stomach. What the fuck happened? He looked around himself, trying to recall what exactly had put him in this position. Then his face saw the crumbs, and the plate that had been full of cookies sitting with a rather empty space upon it, and he frowned. Someone had spiked his cookies? What the hell? He took the plate, walking over and washing it out in the sink. He thought about what he dreamed, and though he would never admit to anyone on planet earth, he actually regretted waking up when he did.

He wanted some....alone time first!

=D

[Deleted]

Oh boy… Christmas morning. Zachariah awoke to an pretty empty apartment and the knowledge that all he really would do today was sit alone and watch TV. Of course that would be after he visited his mother’s grave. Just what every person wanted to do on Christmas, go to a graveyard. With a heavy sigh, he rolled out of bed and strolled his way into the bathroom to deal with the daily business when something in the bathroom mirror caught his eye and shook the sleepy daze from him. He stared wide-eyed and jaw dropped, into the mirror and the large, and oddly well developed, female figure staring back at him… or was it her now? Adding to the shook was the fact that Zachariah didn’t wear a top to bed, which was very apparent now.

… he poked…

… checked below…

… yep.

Zachariah had apparently become a woman. Well that was shocking and unexpected but there really wasn’t much he could do to change it at the moment so he just went about his day as if nothing was different, though he felt odd… like bloated. He… screw it… she went to the bathroom, an awkward and unique learning experience. After that she took a shower, though it kind of felt like violating someone else’s body, which would have to be something she would need to get used to especially if this would be the rest of her life. After the shower it was time to get dressed, luckily she hadn’t changed in height at all so the clothes fit still… for the most part. A bigger pelvic area made her pants quite snug around her hips and all that fit over the newly grown chest was a very large old shirt and a sweatshirt. No need to worry about make up seeing as there was none and out the door to her mother’s grave.

“Holy shit, man! Look at the size of that bitch!”

“I’d sit on her knee any day.”

Groan…

“Merry Christmas to you, too.”

There was a snippiness to her voice as she responded to the on looking goons. Perhaps it was something that should have been expected given her enormous stature for a woman but still those two were quite rude. Alas, she would just have to get used to that as well. Eventually she reached her mother’s grave and laid down a few flowers after dusting off the gravestone.

“So… I guess this is a shock. I don’t really know what happened but this is how I woke up. I guess the worst part is that I don’t really know what to call myself. My name doesn’t really translate between sexes.”

After a soft sigh, she kissed the gravestone and went home to watch TV and eat Christmas away… though the craving for ice cream was truly strange. As she went to bed there was one thing to do… make a list to buy tomorrow.

• Bras
  
• New underwear
  
• Tampons >_>
  

After that she went to sleep and say goodbye to Christmas and her old life and hello to a new one…


… Zachariah awoke again, this time checking right away to see… yep, a dude. He made his way into the small kitchenette area to find the source of such a strange dream. The cookies were store bought, had it been a bad batch? He sniffed them but nothing seemed off… he looked into the fridge and took a whiff of the milk.

BLECK!

Bad milk…

… Zachariah poured it down the sink and recycled the bottle. Well, one Christmas mystery solved and yet it would pretty much be the same exact day… sad.