A Girl's First Christmas (Patreon)

Christmas Time. Often a time spend with loved ones in a warm, choosy house, sharing presents and gifts to one another, catching up on old times with those you've not seen in awhile, having Christmas dinner, before snoozing in front of the TV, as the yearly rerun of “The Abomasnow”, flying off the the North Pole with that kid to the song, “We're Walking in the Air!”.

But not for Ash Ketchum this year.

Bursting open a cabin door, Ash got out of the snowstorm he had be walking in for quite sometime. Pushing the door closed, he looked around the dark cabin, looking for the light switch. Soon enough, he found the switch, lighting up the room. It was very empty, only a table and chairs, a fireplace and a decorated Christmas tree by the window. Gazing upon the tree, Ash was reminded it was Christmas Eve. It was his first all alone. He had been so egar in early December to rush over to the newest region, that he did not think about the upcoming occasion at the time. Looking back, he wished he had stayed in Pallet Town for Christmas. His mother was used to spending Christmases with Prof. Oak and Tracy over the years, that was no problem. It was just he always had someone to spend Christmas this year, whether it be Brock, along with Misty, May and Max, or Dawn, or Iris and Cilan. On this journey however, he had yet to find friends willing to travel with him. Even Team Rocket had buggered off once and for all. So far, no new Pokemon or Badges obtained, and once more, only having Pikachu has company, who at last he convinced to get inside a Pokeball to keep warm during the snowstorm.

“Well.” Ash sighed to himself. “Best make the most of this.”

Bending down, the trainer switched on the socket, lighting the Christmas lights. They shined all the colours of the rainbow, illuminating the tree with it's colourful glow that lit not only the room, but the outside area as well, for it was not decoration, but a colourful flare, so that Santa could find the cabin while on his nightly round.

“Oh snap, that's right. I haven’t even written my Christmas list!”

After preparing a snack, the forgetful boy sat down at the table with a pen and paper. He thought very hard about what he would like, but things such as toys and other material good were not exactly ideal when he was travelling all the time. He took a look at his backpack and remembered that his mother did not pack enough supplies for his journey, running low on certain things. A constant reminder of hers run into his head, knowing full well she'd be mad if he did not do it every single day, so at the top of the list, he wrote;

“New underwear/boxer shorts”

Other items included more Pokeballs, snacks, and really just other necessities he could do with. While some did not believe in Santa Claus, Ash had a first hand encounter with him some years back, bringing back a Jynx to him and saving him from Team Rocket. Needless to say, Ash was on his “nice list” for life, all for bring his boot back.

It was getting late. Ash left his note by the unlit fireplace along with a glass of milk and a plate of cookies he found in the kitchen. He did not know if Santa would be able to fulfil his list or not, given the short notice, but then he was magically, so it did not hurt to leave a note, just in case. He then made his way to the bedroom, slipping out of his jacket and jeans, then just falling on top of the bed. He was lucky that the Pokemon Centre had cabins like this made all around the world in remote locations, just in case trainers got lost. As for Pikachu, he decided to keep him in the Pokeball for now, as he was sure he was already sleeping by now. As Ash wiggled under the bed covers, he noticed the alarm clock by the bed turn to midnight. Shutting his eyes to go to sleep, he softly sighed to himself, whispering;

“Marry Christmas Ash Ketchum...”

The morning sunlight stung Ash's eyes, waking him up in the process. Rubbing his eyes and thinking for a second, he remembered it was Christmas morning, jumping out of bed as soon as that thought sunk in. As he has hoped once he ran into the living room, Santa had indeed visited him, leaving boxes of presents all shapes and sizes around the tree. Like a child at this time of year, he rushed over to the presents, looking for the presents that had his name on it, as a habit of his. Strangely however, there were gifts that for him, but with someone else's name.

“Ashley? Who the hell is Ashley?” he pondered, placing the Ashley presents aside while searching for his presents, assuming an Ashley was coming to the cabin. Soon his excitement grew into disappointment, as he could not find any presents that were for him. Just before he gave up, he found a small box under the tree. At last, he had found a present that was for him. Puzzled as to why only one, he ripped off the bright red wrapping paper and opened the box. The poor boy's jaw touched the floor at the sight inside the box, a pair of pink girl's underwear, with a Pikachu pattern on the front.

“Is this some sort of a joke?” the trainer said to himself. “I'm pretty sure I have not been bad this year.”

Getting up from the floor, Ash sat down at the sofa, trying to think just why would Santa play such a cruel joke on him. As much of he thought, nothing in his memory surfaced, only remembering the many good deeds he had done, helping people out on his journeys and stopping Team Rocket in their tracks. He had done nothing bad this year that would ruin his chances of presents at Christmas. As he thought and thought it over, Ash stared at the pink panties in the box on the floor. The confusion in his head was now turning into curiousness, thanks to a random thought. He did not know why, but the idea of the pink cotton panties got him wondering what they felt like. There was no one else in the cabin, so the idea of trying them out was ever so tempting.

“....am I really going to...do this?”

Sitting up, he took the panties out of the box and held them on display. Just looking at them that close made the dare to himself ever more tempting. With not a moment to lose, he made his way the bathroom, locking the door on his way in just in case that “Ashley” or anyone else showed up. The bathroom was pretty big for a cabin, both wide and spacious, cover in bright ivory white tiles, and complete with shower cubicle, bath, sink, a mirror tall enough to display a whole body and even a Jacuzzi tab. Ash had to spend a few second admiring everything within. Soon, the floor was scattered with Ash's clothing and he took off and threw every item of clothing he had on, even his socks. Nervous and with butterflies in his stomach, he place on leg into the panties, then the other, before pulling them upto his hips, letting the elastic snap into place. He creeped towards the mirror to marvel at the sight of himself in girl's underwear. Strangely, he felt very comfortable wearing the soft cotton underwear. They were certainly not like his boxer shorts nor boy underwear, opening up a whole new world of underwear to him.

“This actually isnt too bad.” he said to himself. “Guess I better put them back now and....”

Before finishing what he was going to say, Ash felt place he had be stuck by lightning, a jolt going though his whole body. His limbs going numb, causing him to fall to the floor. He shock in fear as he could not longer feel anything except pain all over. Before he could even scream or call for help, he pasted out. The pain and fear that not one could help him was just too much.

During his darkness, Ash had the strangest of dreams. He was in a field of pink flowers, dancing around as it rained for cherry blossoms. His arms stretched out wide as his span around in the orange dusk sky, feeling the happiest he'd ever been. As he tripped and fell onto the bed of rosy flowers, it was then he woke up from the dream.

“Aww man, what just-” he spoke, noting his voice sounded a tad bit different as he paused. Also noticing he was still on the floor in panties, so without looking he pulled the panties off, slowly getting up afterwards. “Man, I feel so...funny.”

Once on his feet, Ash's dozy eyes gazed at the mirror in front of him, looking confused.

“Strange.” he thought. “Don't remember there be a poster of a blonde person in the...”

His mind screeched to a halt as his vision started to clear. Ash could now see the poster was moving, not on it's own but mimicking his actions. He noticed also that the figure had an hourglass figure, sporting a nice round ass and such busty features on the chest. Vision fully clear, Ash blinked his eyes at the vision before him. No longer did he think it was a poster, it was indeed the mirror. Speechless at the sight, he had to look down at his body, which confirmed what the mirror had showed him. His eyes wide and in shock, looking back at the mirror as he felt his long blonde hair, then groping the orbs on his chest, and finally feeling where the hell his manhood had vanished, before he screamed;

“....I'M A GIRL?!?!?!?!?!?!?”

The former boy's gentle small soft hands were placed on the cheeks of her face in horror as her breathing got heavy. All alone, she had no idea how this happened, or how it was even possible. As far as she was aware, random gender swaps were not possible.

“How....I mean, just....what?” she stuttered. “What happened to me?!?

As she panicked, and had all sorts of questions raced through her mind, Ash began to relax. For the longest moment, she starred at her female reflection in the mirror. Suddenly, the curiousness she had earlier had returned, only it was curiousness about her new body. Worries aside, she repeated her earlier actions, only going much slower as her fragile fingers stroked through her long shiny yellow hair, then placing both hands on her chest, observing the new weight on her, and squeezing them gently, making her let out a soft moan. Then for the longest moment, she stared at her new womanhood down below, just looking at it. She was too shy to even touch it, being completely alien to her, she worried what would happen and what feelings would it do. For one final observation, she turned around and looked back at the mirror. She looked amazed at how cute her booty had become. No longer the big unattractive hairiness it once was, it had become a nice round shape and felt great when she grabbed a handful of ass in her hand.

“...what am I doing?” Ash wondered to herself. “I've gotta figure this out. First I need to...”

She turned round to get dressed again, but there was a problem. All her boy clothes had vanished some time during her sleep. Only just noticing this, there was only one item of clothing left, the panties. Sighing to herself, Ash picked up the panties when she noticed something on the inside label, the word “Ashley”.

“Ashley? Does this mean that Ashley is....me?”

Shaking her head, she place her feet back into the panties and pulling them back up. To her surprise, the panties felt even more comfortable then before! It was like her body was now the perfect shape for them, though the biggest comfort came from no longer have any manhood in the way, now fitting softly against her womanhood and her ass. She looked at the mirror and blushed at her reflection.

“K-K-Kawaii!!!” she smiled.

After parading in the mirror for awhile, Ash exited the bathroom and back into the living room. Looking at the presents again, a thought occurred to her.

“If I'm “Ashley”, then all these presents...must be mine!”

Happy at her extra presents she raced back to the tree to open more gift's from Santa. It felt a bit weird opening presents just in her underwear, but then again it was just as weird to Ashley doing it as a girl.

“If Santa sent me Panties, then maybe...”

Success! The first box opened contained more clothing, though not an item she was accustomed to, a matching pink bra. Out the box fell a paper with a handy diagram on how to put on the bra. After a quick read, Ashley put her arms through the straps, did up the hooks at the back, and then positioned her breasts properly so they were snug into the cups of the bra. It almost felt natural to her, so easy to do.

“Right, let's find more.”

As Ashley opened more and more presents, she obtained more useful items. A orange orange dress she put on, a pink bow she put on the top of her head, make up, a winter coat, an attractive swimsuit for the summer, spare underwear, and some sexy lingerie. Along with clothing, she also got the Pokeballs, sneaks and necessities she asked for.

As she sat in the wrapping paper now fully dressed, Ashley's confusion had returned. All the presents opened and no clues as to why she turned into a girl.

“Still nothing. I don't get why Santa did this to me. It's not like I returned him the wrong boot or anything was it?”

Getting nowhere on the gender swap mystery, she turned her head to thinking what to do next.

“I really don't want anyone to see me like this. I think I'd die of embarrassment if they saw me, even my mom or Prof Oak. With that said, there's only one person I can turn to for help and answers, but it's going to be a long wait...”

As the new year entered in, it was a long year of waiting for Ashley. The only person she could turn to in her mind was Santa, but as he only appeared once a year, she would have to wait till next Christmas to confront him. While she did visit him at the North Pole before, without Lapras, she would have no guide to help her look for his Grotto. As she was not up for appearing in public in-case she bumped into anyone she knew, Ashley decided to stay at the cabin, living there all year long. It was alright, as the cabin was free for anyone to use, and Ashley would welcome any travellers that were lost to stay for a night or two, and there was a local village not far away to stock up on supplies. During the year, Ashley got used to her female body. She still desired to return to manhood, but she was beginning to adjust to the change. A few books from the village library helped as well, especially when it came to her time of the month, and certain urges her body gave out, making her pleasure herself. Pikachu meanwhile, while at first shocked, stood by his Mistress every step of the way, battling with local trainers and just loving Ashley as he always did.

Christmas Eve finally came again. The cabin was dark, only slightly lit by the Christmas Tree lights' glow. Only the sound of a snowstorm could be heard inside, just like the year before, until the sound of something coming down the chimney echoed through the room. A large shadowy figure crawled out the fireplace, dusting down the snoot from his coat. As it made its way towards the tree, the light switch came on, lighting the room and revealing the figure as Santa Clause. Sitting in the armchair of the living room was Ashley, dressed only in her near see-through nightie.

“What is the meaning of this?” Santa asked, dropping his sack.

“I should be asking you the same thing.” Ashley said, getting up from the chair. “One year I've been waiting for you, and I don't mean for presents.”

Ashley grabbed her breasts, holding them up.

“Now then, WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THESE?!?” Ashley demanded.

“Oh? And what may your name be?”

“It WAS Ash Ketchum, but you made sure I became Ashley Ketchum!”

“Ash....ah yes, you saved me from Team Rocket some years ago! I've never forgotten that.”

“Yes, well how does that good deed turn me into a girl? Why did you change me into a female?!?”

“...I cannot answer that.”

“Why not?”

“That is private.”

“Private?!? It's my body you altered and you're telling me I have no right to know?”

“Not exactly. To reveal a hint as to why, I need to take you somewhere. Will you come with me?”

“...I guess so.”

“Good, I'll just park the Sleigh while you get dressed? It's awfully cold outside.”

“Ooooh no, you're not gonna take off and leave me without an explanation!”

“Then here, take my sack.”

Santa handed over his famous toy sack to Ashley. To her surprise, it was light as a feather, just full of gifts.

“Why?”

“Security. If you don't trust me Ashley, then I cannot deliver toys tonight if I fly off.”

“Well, okay. I'll get changed...”

“Pack your belongings too.”

“Okay.”

After going to her room and a quick change into her orange dress and winter coat, Ashley walked out the front door with Santa's sack and her backbag to be greeting by a line of Stantler, all hooked together by the straps attached to Santa's Sleigh. As she placed the sack and backpack into the Sleigh, her eyes never left the sight of the Stantler, just amazed that she was able to see Santa's Stantler.

“Right, shall we go?” asked Santa, sitting in his sleigh.

“Where are you taking me?” asked Ashley as she sat next to Santa.

“Somewhere you know too well.”

A crack of the reigns, Santa got his Stantler to pull his Sleigh along. As the gained speed, the nine Stantler began to float off the group, lifting the sleigh off the ground and into the night sky. For Ashley, every childhood dream just came true for her. She was riding along Santa in his Sleigh on Christmas Eve, and it was the most magical moment of her life. As the houses and buildings below began to look like matchstick boxes from above, Ashley could not be any happier.

“It feels, so warm.” said Ashley.

“The sleigh's magic gives off a warm glow so that you, I, and the Stantler do not freeze to death.” Santa explained.

“Oh, so that's what it is...”

“Well, here we are!”

“Already?”

“Well, how else do you think I go around the world in one night?”

As the Stantler made a downward decent, Ashley could see a lit up town down below. Getting closer and closer, Ashley could recognized where they were heading.

“...is that, Pallet Town?” She Asked.

“It sure is.”

Touching down, the Stantler landed close to a certain house. The town was covered in snow, as were the vast fields they had landed on.

“This is Professor Oak's place.” Ashley stated.

“Yes, now see what's inside the house from the window.” Santa told our curious heroine. Ashley jumped out of the sleigh and walked over to the house window slowly as each step stomped though the snow. The vast fields were empty, with no Pokemon roam around as they were placed in their Pokeballs inside Oak's Lab to keep warm. Ashley glazed from the window, seeing into the lit dining room that Oak was having a late Christmas dinner. Among those that had attended were Ash's mother, Gary, Tracey, Mr Mime, Brock, Misty and Professor Ivy. They all tacked into the dinner prepared for them by Oak, all happy and cheerful, exchanging stories about their year. All except one, her mother. Delia sighed at the empty chair next to her as if she was missing someone, some body very important to her.

“Hey, what's wrong with my mom?” Ashley asked as Santa walked over to her.

“You really can't tell can you?”

“No, I dunno why she's so sad.”

“She's sad, because she misses you.”

“She does?”

“Oh yes. It has been like this every Christmas for her, ever since you left on your Pokemon journey. Every year, it's the same wish for Christmas, to have her son home for Christmas. Nothing like presents or gifts, just you Ashley.”

“But she knows I travel all the time, and this is the first I've heard of her being unhappy.”

“She hides her sorrow Ashley. She does not want to interfere with your dreams, but when Christmas comes around, it just eats her up from the inside. It was not long ago, she was watching you open presents at Christmas and doing all this with you, but now she is heartbroken every Christmas day when she sees that empty tree. Tell me Ashley, when was the last time you thought about visiting her for Christmas?”

“...I...don't...”

“Even this year, you thought about nothing but yourself, going into hiding a whole year because you were ashamed of your body. Did you not think as to how your mother and friends would of felt, not hearing from you for a full year? Your mother keeps that chair open in-case you ever come home. This year, you have made every day feel like Christmas day to her. Are you happy about that, Ashley?”

As two lines of tears dripped down her cheeks, a whole new load of emotions raced through her heart. Ones that made her sad, heartbroken and in touch with her feminine side like never before. She had no idea she had hurt her mother this badly, and now the same thing that ate her mother up was beginning to eat away at her.

“OH SANTA!” She wept, turning round to embrace Saint Nick. “I'm sorry, I never meant to hurt like this! I'm.....I'm so awful!”

“It's okay Ashley.” Santa patted her on the head. “But now do you see what Christmas is about?”

“Yes, it's about being with my loved ones. I get it now, you turned me into a girl so I could be in touch with my emotions more so then I ever could as a boy. I understand this punishment now.”

“Err, yeah that's it.”

Ashley stepped out of Santa's embrace.

“Thank you Santa, thank you for making me see the error of my ways.”

“Part of the job Ashley. It's not too late, why don't you go inside and greet your family?”

“Like this?” Ashley pointed at herself.

“I cannot reverse the gender change.”

“How come?”

“It's beyond my power to do so.”

“...okay, I understand. Thanks again.”

“You're welcome. Merry Christmas Ashley.”

Santa began walking back to his sleigh. As he got in and took off, he waved to Ashley, as did Ashley to him.

“Merry Christmas Santa!” yelled Ashley, as Santa flew off out of sight, making more rounds. The blonde girl wiped away her tears and ran towards the front door, banging it has hard as she could once she got to it.

“MOM? MOM!” She yelled as loud as she could. “I'M HERE MOM, I'M HERE!”

Sure enough, the door opened to reveal Ashley's mother.

“Oh, hi.” spoke Delia. “Do I know you?”

“Mom, it's me! Ashley, I mean your daughter....no I...”

“I'm sorry, I don't have a daugh...”

“Look at me mom! Can't you see it's your son?”

Even though Miss Ketchum never gave birth to a girl, something did seem familiar about the strange girl in front of her. Her face, while it looked smaller and fragile, did remind her of somebody close to her. And those eyes, those deep brown eyes. She knew only one person with those sweet innocent eyes, she had known those eyes even since her son was a baby, looking down at him with the biggest smile on her face. Her motherly instincts taking over, Delia placed her hand on the cold cheek of Ashley's, gentling stroking it, just like she used to her baby many years ago.

“.....Ash?” she spoke as the tears began to build up in her eyes.

“Yes mom, I'm home.”

Breaking down, Delia gave a daughter a great big hug.

“Oh Ash, it is you!” she cried. “You may look different, but I could never forget those eyes of yours! Oh, I've missed you so much!”

“I've missed you too mom.” Ashley began to cry also. “I'm been such a jerk only thinking about myself and not about you or my family! But now, I've seen sense mom. I hope you can forgive me.2

“Yes, how could I ever be angry at you? You my sweet sweet little boy.....or girl....oh, you know what I mean!”

After a long hug, the two let go, looking at each other once again.

“But how did “this” happen?” Delia asked, pointing at Ashley's breasts.

“Oh, it's a long story. Could we just go inside and enjoy Christmas dinner together?”

“Yes, yes we can!”

Both mother and daughter walked into the house, closing the door behind them. At last together again and full of joy that could only happen at the end of a Christmas movie where the main character sees the error of his or her ways. Just as Ashley hung up her winter coat, Delia said something;

“Hey that reminds me. You know the funniest thing?”

“What mom?”

“Every Christmas, I always wish you'd come home, but last year I wished for something else.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes, out of anger I guess, I said to myself that I wished you had been born a girl sometimes, so you would not go off on your boyish adventures. God, imagine if Christmas wishes came true huh?”

As Delia laughed at herself and walked back into the dining room to notify the others, Ashley froze on the spot. She finally realized the TRUE reason she turned into a girl and Santa was unable to reverse it. Because of an unintentional wish of her mother's. Now it made all sense. As she shook her head, she sighed and said to herself;

“...oh screw it. Christmas is Christmas, whether you're a boy or a girl....

The End