A Fourth Post-Christmas Carol (Patreon)

My annual 'lets have sex with Santa after Christmas lol' poem. But with a twist this time. Also there's some more sexual language in this one so it's a tiny bit NSFW.

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Twas the day just after Christmas

And I was ready for St. Nick

I looked for her arrival

Eager for her to suck my dick

But then I felt something strange

A gurgle in my belly

My head awash with dizziness

I groaned and gasped as my voice became quite airy

My chest exploded outwards

As my transformation did begin

My lips became quite puffy

My hips were squeezed tightly in

I fell to the floor in my curvy new condition

My clothing turning silky and green

A dress crawled up my busty form

Save for a breast in a precarious position

My new shoulder were so slender

My hair was long and brown

A tiny hand tugged as the new elf cap

While my pretty face did form a frown

“What just happened?” I did query

“Why am I woman, not a man?”

But before I could form a theory

In front of men and answer did land

It was Santa but now as I knew him

No longer a curvy girl for my desires to indulge

Instead he was tall and buff

Wearing only a speedo that did not hide his bulge

“Sorry for the change my dear”

His deep voice it did rumble

“But I’m feeling quite more masculine

So I thought we’d change it up this year”

“Santa, this is crazy! I don’t know how to be a girl!”

I screamed and hollered and whined

“Do you really think that I’d accept this

Even after all this time!?”

But Santa just smiled, his shaven face rugged and handsome

He scooped me up in his strong arms

I had to admit I felt a twinge

Of arousal beneath the alarm

Maybe it was the mistletoe

(or camel-toe you see)

But despite all my objections

He was truly good to me

He pressed me against a wall

He flung me into bed

He filled me up as I gorged myself

As I gave him perfect head

We lay in bed post coitus

Are bodies naked as could be

And I really had to admit

That role-reversal had been good for me

So when Santa left a week later

Our bodies ridden to the max

I asked him for one last gift

That I could stay his tasty snack

I wanted to see if I liked it

Not forever, just a year

That the would saw me a woman

With huge titties and a badass rear

“Just until next Christmas, baby”

I purred as I pet his crotch

He smiled at me and kissed me deep

And wiggled his nose a notch

A twinkle of magic was released

A gust of snow and a jingling bell

And the whole world changed

I was now female in every picture on my shelf!

And then he was away, gone upon the wind

Back to the North Pole, his home, and wife

And I was left in my female bod

Ready to try out this brand new life