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My cat Lucky woke me up licking my cheek, I looked at her and ask, "What is the problem Lucky need to go take care of your business."and wondered whether or not if she needed by take care of her business or something had woke her up. My eyes became adjusted tothe dim light made by the white screen on the television. In the dimly lighted room I saw what had woke Lucky up.”Her living room was now occupied by three impish looking creatures.
I watch them and carefully held Lucky securely against my body. The visitors worked quickly and with great attention to detail. It appeared as though they were preparing for the arrival of another. They removed the obstacles in my fireplace and carefully cleaned the area. The fireplace had long been replaced as a source of heating by central unit that took care of the house. I asked myself, "I wonder why they are working so hard as I observed their work from the couch quietly," My wait was not very long, soon I heard the noisy arrival on what appeared to be the rooftop of my house. I could hear the noise of something striking the roof. Minutes later, a rather rotund bearded man appeared in my living room.
His entry scared Lucky and she jumped from my lap and headed as far away from the danger as she could. With my presence revealed the rather rotund gentlemen walked over to me and called me by name, "Jack, I believe. Why I have seen you since you were a tyke and left me a glass of milk and cookies, which if my memory serves me, were quite delicious. You youngsters believed that if you were patient that you would catch me. You never did it, you want to know why? My helpers that you observed, job was to make sure that you were in dreamland when I arrived. Sometimes it took a little nudge with sleeping dust. In any case no child has ever saw me and very few adults. Once I created a pink elephant just to convince a drunk he was seeing things. Hence, the tale of the drunk who had seen a pink elephant. Quite ingenious on my part I might add."
"Well, let’s address your needs Jack or is it Jacqueline now? I know all about your desire to change, but my question to you is, 'Why?'” My observations and notes about you show that you never played with dolls or ‘borrowed’ your mother lingerie, clothes or makeup. The telltale signs which usually indicated gender confused.Having to reveal my thoughts on transition to Saint Nicholas made me a little uncomfortable. I wondered secretly whether he even had the power to fulfill my desire. “Sir, it seems that my feeling that my body was of the wrong sex was prevalent even in my preteens. I suppressed those feelings thinking the it was not natural and a passing fad. As I reached my teen years and found that I would be different from my mates, I found myself questioning my masculinity."
..."I took every opportunity to dress in what I believed was my true gender during my college," I told him. "I became proficient in the art of makeup and even used my skill while I was in college. I did the makeup for theatrical productions and obtained a minor in theatrical arts as a part of my degree." "When I did go to out dressed en femme I could fool anyone but a scrutinizing female and that was only because of my exaggerated walk. Like most males wishing to pass for a female I subconsciously tried a little too hard to walk like one."I thought back to that time. I finally asked a girl that I was seeing to help me, and she taught me the secret of the femme walk: baby steps. With practice I mastered the walk and after some extravagant spending on hip pads and adhesive breasts I found I could pass for female, even to the most discerning scrutiny.
"I was able to maintain dual identies as worked hard and put in long hours as Jack," My work was rewarded with the position of Art Director at the Studio. No one but my closest confidantes were aware of my other self," Jack added. "With this well paying job I was able to afford a quite extensive wardrobe with the finest in lingerie and clothes. Jack had designer gowns, expensive nightgowns, peignoirs of silk in all styles and closet full of expensive footwear, he added "Even though his life as Jack was a sham I was able to provide a normal appearance to my superiors," he explained. "When I did go out I usually went with female friend to an out of the way, discreet lesbian establishment, “ he added.
“I was also able to obtain my wardrobe in much the same manner. I would approach a young aspiring actress or some college student working as an intern and induce them into purchasing things in my size, offering them designer gowns or expensive lingerie in exchange for their purchases,' Jack added.
Jack explained to Saint Nicholas the nature of his request. First, if it was possible I wanted to become a genetic female not the surgical substitute. I wanted to feel the ecstasy of penetration and orgasm and to be able have children later on if I desired," My second request would be to remain in the lifestyle that I had become accustom to. Jack knew that that it was studio policy not be place a woman in a power position; like an art director, Jack had worked hard and paid the dues necessary to get in position he currently held. Jack explained to his guest he would have to get records to show him as female and in the position that Jack currently held. It would be like Jack had never existed and Jacqueline had been born in his place. This would also require that there had been at some point a change in corporate policy.
Jack look at Saint Nicholas, who was deep in thought about the task at hand.“Well sir, is my request possible,” Jack ask questioningly. Nicholas addressed Jack’s question after he had a chance to go over his options, “Jack the magical gender change is an option, but the second part of your request would require some more thought on how to accomplish it,”
“Do you want your first option now or later?” “I could change your identity completely and give you the gender change. As you wished Jack would simply not exist and Jacqueline would have the same abilities, knowledge and credentials.”My problem would be changing corporate policy, I can’t guarantee that you would still have your job not one of an assistant the some corporate bigwig,” Nick said.Jack said he was willing to take that chance and suddenly every became fuzzy.
When I awoke, I climbed out of bed. Carefully I remove my nightgown and panties, took a quick shower, toweled off and applied my makeup and picked out an appropriate dress and my sexiest lingerie. I thought to myself, “This meeting is very important to Dan.”
I m, “ I had met Dan when I had to hire a historical consultant for the film, during the three months that we filmed in the English country we had became very close, and spent intimate moments in the country house I had leased during our stay there. We had made love on a rug in front of a roaring fireplace with reckless abandon. I felt that after our time spent together it would only be a short time until he proposed.”
“ Since then, had remained very close but there had been no mention of marriage, I felt that his dinner with Dan’s parents held promise. I had taken the added precaution of packing a weekend with sexiest lingerie, two gowns which would cling to her every curve, and a few sex toys for an added touch.Jacqueline took the bag and headed down to her car and headed for the country. As I looked at my condo, she hoped that it would not be my home for long. I felt that Dan and
I were a marriage made in heaven,” Jackie said.
Saint Nicholas watched the screen as Jacqueline left and headed toward the country. Nicholas had told her that he couldn’t guarantee that she would remain in her job. As luck would have it Jacqueline was hired by the same studio. As the Assistant Art Director she had work long and hard. When her superior left the studio for a job with more prestige, he had recommended Jacqueline to replace as Art Director. The studio heads agreed that she was the logical choice and promote her. Since her appointment she had distinguished herself and won critical acclaim for the studio.
As he watched her drive away, Nick knew that soon Jacqueline’s life would be changed. As the Art Director and caring and tender wife and sexual partner, she would satisfy his every need. Nick chuckled and thought to himself, ”Fact is sometimes stranger than fiction.”
Merry Christmas Everyone! ~Michelleokc08
Having to reveal my thoughts on transition to Saint Nicholas made me a little uncomfortable. I wondered secretly whether he even had the power to fulfill my desire. “Sir, it seems that my feeling that my body was of the wrong sex was prevalent even in my preteens. I suppressed those feelings thinking the it was not natural and a passing fad. As I reached my teen years and found that I would be different from my mates, I found myself questioning my masculinity."
My cat Lucky woke me up licking my cheek, I looked at her and ask, "What is the problem Lucky need to go take care of your business."and wondered whether or not if she needed by take care of her business or something had woke her up. My eyes became adjusted tothe dim light made by the white screen on the television. In the dimly lighted room I saw what had woke Lucky up.”Her living room was now occupied by three impish looking creatures.
I watch them and carefully held Lucky securely against my body. The visitors worked quickly and with great attention to detail. It appeared as though they were preparing for the arrival of another. They removed the obstacles in my fireplace and carefully cleaned the area. The fireplace had long been replaced as a source of heating by central unit that took care of the house. I asked myself, "I wonder why they are working so hard as I observed their work from the couch quietly," My wait was not very long, soon I heard the noisy arrival on what appeared to be the rooftop of my house. I could hear the noise of something striking the roof. Minutes later, a rather rotund bearded man appeared in my living room.
His entry scared Lucky and she jumped from my lap and headed as far away from the danger as she could. With my presence revealed the rather rotund gentlemen walked over to me and called me by name, "Jack, I believe. Why I have seen you since you were a tyke and left me a glass of milk and cookies, which if my memory serves me, were quite delicious. You youngsters believed that if you were patient that you would catch me. You never did it, you want to know why? My helpers that you observed, job was to make sure that you were in dreamland when I arrived. Sometimes it took a little nudge with sleeping dust. In any case no child has ever saw me and very few adults. Once I created a pink elephant just to convince a drunk he was seeing things. Hence, the tale of the drunk who had seen a pink elephant. Quite ingenious on my part I might add."
"Well, let’s address your needs Jack or is it Jacqueline now? I know all about your desire to change, but my question to you is, 'Why?'” My observations and notes about you show that you never played with dolls or ‘borrowed’ your mother lingerie, clothes or makeup. The telltale signs which usually indicated gender confused.Having to reveal my thoughts on transition to Saint Nicholas made me a little uncomfortable. I wondered secretly whether he even had the power to fulfill my desire. “Sir, it seems that my feeling that my body was of the wrong sex was prevalent even in my preteens. I suppressed those feelings thinking the it was not natural and a passing fad. As I reached my teen years and found that I would be different from my mates, I found myself questioning my masculinity."
..."I took every opportunity to dress in what I believed was my true gender during my college," I told him. "I became proficient in the art of makeup and even used my skill while I was in college. I did the makeup for theatrical productions and obtained a minor in theatrical arts as a part of my degree." "When I did go to out dressed en femme I could fool anyone but a scrutinizing female and that was only because of my exaggerated walk. Like most males wishing to pass for a female I subconsciously tried a little too hard to walk like one."I thought back to that time. I finally asked a girl that I was seeing to help me, and she taught me the secret of the femme walk: baby steps. With practice I mastered the walk and after some extravagant spending on hip pads and adhesive breasts I found I could pass for female, even to the most discerning scrutiny.
"I was able to maintain dual identies as worked hard and put in long hours as Jack," My work was rewarded with the position of Art Director at the Studio. No one but my closest confidantes were aware of my other self," Jack added. "With this well paying job I was able to afford a quite extensive wardrobe with the finest in lingerie and clothes. Jack had designer gowns, expensive nightgowns, peignoirs of silk in all styles and closet full of expensive footwear, he added "Even though his life as Jack was a sham I was able to provide a normal appearance to my superiors," he explained. "When I did go out I usually went with female friend to an out of the way, discreet lesbian establishment, “ he added.
“I was also able to obtain my wardrobe in much the same manner. I would approach a young aspiring actress or some college student working as an intern and induce them into purchasing things in my size, offering them designer gowns or expensive lingerie in exchange for their purchases,' Jack added.
Jack explained to Saint Nicholas the nature of his request. First, if it was possible I wanted to become a genetic female not the surgical substitute. I wanted to feel the ecstasy of penetration and orgasm and to be able have children later on if I desired," My second request would be to remain in the lifestyle that I had become accustom to. Jack knew that that it was studio policy not be place a woman in a power position; like an art director, Jack had worked hard and paid the dues necessary to get in position he currently held. Jack explained to his guest he would have to get records to show him as female and in the position that Jack currently held. It would be like Jack had never existed and Jacqueline had been born in his place. This would also require that there had been at some point a change in corporate policy.
Jack look at Saint Nicholas, who was deep in thought about the task at hand.“Well sir, is my request possible,” Jack ask questioningly. Nicholas addressed Jack’s question after he had a chance to go over his options, “Jack the magical gender change is an option, but the second part of your request would require some more thought on how to accomplish it,”
“Do you want your first option now or later?” “I could change your identity completely and give you the gender change. As you wished Jack would simply not exist and Jacqueline would have the same abilities, knowledge and credentials.”My problem would be changing corporate policy, I can’t guarantee that you would still have your job not one of an assistant the some corporate bigwig,” Nick said.Jack said he was willing to take that chance and suddenly every became fuzzy.
When I awoke, I climbed out of bed. Carefully I remove my nightgown and panties, took a quick shower, toweled off and applied my makeup and picked out an appropriate dress and my sexiest lingerie. I thought to myself, “This meeting is very important to Dan.”
I m, “ I had met Dan when I had to hire a historical consultant for the film, during the three months that we filmed in the English country we had became very close, and spent intimate moments in the country house I had leased during our stay there. We had made love on a rug in front of a roaring fireplace with reckless abandon. I felt that after our time spent together it would only be a short time until he proposed.”
“ Since then, had remained very close but there had been no mention of marriage, I felt that his dinner with Dan’s parents held promise. I had taken the added precaution of packing a weekend with sexiest lingerie, two gowns which would cling to her every curve, and a few sex toys for an added touch.Jacqueline took the bag and headed down to her car and headed for the country. As I looked at my condo, she hoped that it would not be my home for long. I felt that Dan and
I were a marriage made in heaven,” Jackie said.
Saint Nicholas watched the screen as Jacqueline left and headed toward the country. Nicholas had told her that he couldn’t guarantee that she would remain in her job. As luck would have it Jacqueline was hired by the same studio. As the Assistant Art Director she had work long and hard. When her superior left the studio for a job with more prestige, he had recommended Jacqueline to replace as Art Director. The studio heads agreed that she was the logical choice and promote her. Since her appointment she had distinguished herself and won critical acclaim for the studio.
As he watched her drive away, Nick knew that soon Jacqueline’s life would be changed. As the Art Director and caring and tender wife and sexual partner, she would satisfy his every need. Nick chuckled and thought to himself, ”Fact is sometimes stranger than fiction.”
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Nice little tale
Sweet, simple, and a very nice happily ever. Thanks for a bit of christmas magic. hugs Maggie