Jason Frost was your normal college student, except he grew up looking like a girl. He never got over five foot five inches, and weighed 110 pounds wet. His mother always made excuses saying that he would someday grow out of it, but face it, he was 19 now, and things would never change.

And no matter what Jason tried, he was always mistaken for female. Cutting his hair short just made him look silly - and other boys hit on him using the short hair as their ice-breaker! When they weren’t just trying to hit him, anyway. It wasn’t as though he dressed, or acted, feminine. It was just his lot in life - his curse, as he came to see it. There was something “off”, and he could never figure out what it was.

Jason’s parents didn’t encourage it, but never really said anything to him either. His mother always used to braid his hair when he was little however. And the baby pictures of that little girl in the red jumper that were supposedly of one of his cousins looked suspiciously familiar. That thought most of all disturbed him. Even his parents wanted a girl, and eventually they did adopt one, though little Morgan never replaced “Jacie” completely.

Worst of all, the one girl he almost scored a date with in High School wound up being his best friend, and introducing him to her friends. He often wondered how many times Melissa was asked why “Jace” didn’t come into the girls’ bathroom with them. And college hadn’t gone any better. So far he had been invited to join no less than six prominent sororities.

Christmas break was finally here, and Jason just finished his finals. As he walked out of the room, he had no sooner turned his phone on, when it beeped with a text message, ‘u going home 4 the break?’ - Melissa.

Jason slid out his phone’s keyboard and, with the lightning speed of an expert texter trained for years in the hallowed halls of High School, thumb-typed back, “Hi Mel. Yeah, going 2 c my folks.”

‘kool me 2’ came the reply as Jason started for the exit. He had decided to go to California State University, Long Beach since it was only six hours to his home.

“Hope we can hang out when you get back :),” he texted back, and the smile wasn’t just a text emoticon. He really was smiling as he slid his phone back into his pocket.

“Hey, wait up!” a loud female voice shouted, and he immediately cringed. It wasn’t as though her voice was obnoxious. It was actually quite lyrical and pleasant, if she wasn’t constantly harassing him. He quickened his pace, while trying not to look like he was avoiding her. “Don’t you dare run away again.” She smiled, “I really want to talk to you.”

He started to duck into the men’s bathroom, but seeing a wall of meat in the realm of 6’5”, wearing a Varsity college football jacket enter moments before, he stopped, turned around, and forced a cordial smile. “Sorry, were you talking to me?”

She had her long, honey blonde hair back in a ponytail today, wearing a very festive white Christmas sweater and faded jeans.. If she hadn’t been such an annoying girl, he might’ve thought her quite attractive, even if she was three inches taller than him in flats.

“Yes, why have you been ignoring me? I mean really, I just want to talk to you.” She smiled at Jason, “I really think you would make a great part of Gamma Phi Beta.”

Jason cringed inwardly. ‘Here we go again’, he thought to himself. “No disrespect intended, I’m just not what you’re looking for - trust me,” he answered, trying to save the poor girl’s feelings.

“Oh come on, Jace, at least think about it over Christmas break ok?” the girl pleaded as she handed him a card with her cell phone number on it. “In case you want to talk over Christmas break ok?”

Jason sighed as he stared at the card. ‘Is she really that clueless? This is what I get for getting an apartment off-campus instead of staying in the damned boys’ dorm,’ he thought as he forced a smile. “Okay, I’ll think about it, but I’m not promising anything. Um... Have a nice winter break,” he added, his voice shifting in pitch on the end, a bit of his nerve fading in the process.

“You too!” she answered energetically, her smile brightening considerably. “Listen, if you want more information on the sorority, or if you just want to talk about anything - and I mean anything - don’t hesitate ok? I worry about you. I mean, with what’s been happening in schools lately...” She trailed off, blushing just a little before turning to race off again. Jason sighed.

He started to throw the card in the trash as he made his way out, but something in him just wouldn’t let him let go of it, so he stuffed it in the pocket of his jeans, muttering to himself as he walked out to his car. It was supposed to be a man’s man’s car - a cherry red 1989 Mustang. Somehow, it just made the ‘girl’ image worse on him. The ‘I brake for shoes’ bumper sticker some wise ass slapped on it the day before didn’t help.

He muttered to himself, “If I find out who slapped that on there I’m going to beat them,” just as one of the girls from Gamma Phi Beta stopped at the Ford Cobra next to his, “Hey Jace, you think about joining us yet?” she asked not as bubbly as the other girl.

“What’s-her-name gave me her number,” Jason answered. He really couldn’t remember the girl’s name to save his life, holding up the card. “I keep telling her I’m not what you’re looking for, but...” he trailed off.

“Tiffany, and shes a sweet girl, just a typical beach blonde girl though sometimes. She's got a big heart.” the girl answered, trying not to laugh. “Anyway Jace, enjoy your Christmas break, Maybe i’ll see you in the Bio lab again next semester?”

“Yeah, have a great holiday. Have fun on your ski trip too,” he added. “I’ll be lucky if I see snow before I graduate.”

The girl laughed, as Jason slid into the driver’s seat and pulled away, mumbling again ‘Finally away from those girls.’

As if on cue, Tiffany honked her horn as she passed him, driving a canary yellow hybrid. She smiled, waving as she passed him and proceeded to the next turn-off. Mercifully for his nerves, his route took him straight-on ahead.

Jason pulled off the highway at the gas station near his home. His tank was at half, but he always liked to keep the car full, unaware that most of the male customers at the gas station were checking him out. “Can I get a fill up and um two chocolate bars?” he asked the guy at the full service station.

The man smiled warmly - probably the one person who wasn’t ogling Jason, as he nodded. “Sure thing. Want the oil checked while you’re here?”

“Please, that would be great; I haven't had a chance to check it myself.” He smiled as he paid the man with a 50.

“Yo, Ricky!” the man shouted. “Get off your butt and check the lady’s oil, would’ja? I’m not paying you to read Playboy all day!”

The younger man, about Jason’s age, with scraggly brown hair and day old facial hair grumbled as he dragged himself to the front. He perked up at seeing Jason. “The red Mustang?” he asked. “That’s a damn fine car.”

“Thanks. It was a graduation present from my dad when I left high school.” Jason answered proudly. The one thing he really took pride in was his car.

Ricky laughed. “Man, that’s so not fair. Girls always get the best graduation gifts,” he mumbled as he walked outside. The man behind the counter snorted.

“Maybe if the kid had paid attention in school he wouldn’t be working for me for minimum wage, either.” He winked at Jason. “Don’t let him get to you.”

Jason shook his head. “Oh, it’s not him. It’s just been one of those days. Some prick slapped a bumper sticker on my baby. If I find who did it they’re dog meat.”

“A bumper sticker on a red Mustang? Oh God kid I’m sorry. Want me to see if I can get it off for you?” the man asked sympathetically.

“I might just have to have the whole bumper replaced. It’s more expensive, but less a pain in the ass than leaving sticky-marks all over it. But if you think you can get it off, that would be awesome.”

The man walked outside and a young woman stepped out of the office to take his place, a few moments later he returned. “You’re right; it might be best to replace the whole bumper.”

Jason frowned thoughtfully for a moment. “I wonder if I can get the new one coated in teflon?” he teased, trying not to show just how annoyed he was at the whole affair. He’d given the whole ‘Girls are so lucky’ comment a complete pass at this point. He just wanted to get home.

“All set,” Ricky stated proudly as he walked back inside. “Oil levels look good. You might want to change it if you’re planning any cross-country trips, but other than that you should be fine for awhile. So um, do you live around here?”

“Yeah, I live like a mile and a half from this station.” Jason sighed, “Thanks Ricky. Here, have a tip,” he added, handing Ricky - who didn’t recognize him at all - a 5 dollar bill.

“Wow, thanks. So do you want to maybe get dinner later? I’m off in a couple of hours.”

Jason sighed again, “No thanks. I’ve got to get off to my parents’ house, but thanks anyway.” Jason didn’t want to hurt his feelings. After all, Ricky used to be Jason’s best friend till 9th grade when he started hanging out with the stoners, and Jason met Melissa and her friends.

“Maybe this weekend?” Ricky pressed his luck. He never was the sharpest tack in the box.

“Aw, leave the girl alone,” the older man laughed. “She’s trying to let you off easy.”

Ricky blushed. “Sorry,” he said with a wry smile, and turned to head back to the back again.

Jason shook his head. This was one of few mom and pop gas stations left in California, and the dedication to service showed. “Thanks Mr. Chase, have a great Christmas.”

“You too, and tell your old man ‘Merry Christmas’ for us,” he winked.

“Sure thing.” Jason said as he left the gas station. “Great did Mr. Chase think I was a girl too?” he muttered as he started his Mustang to finish his trip home.

Pulling into his spot in the family driveway, he noticed his brother’s black SUV, “Oh God, Mike’s home.” he groaned, “I won’t get to live the bumper sticker down now.”

To Jason’s relief, it wasn’t his brother, but his adopted sister Morgan who came running through the front door, now open wide. She looked positively adorable with her reddish brown hair in red ribbons that hung down over her pink overalls and white top. “JACIE!” she cheered as she raced up the driveway and into his waiting arms.

“Hey you,” he said cheerfully and kissed her forehead. “You been taking care of Mom and Dad for me like you promised?” he asked, as he carried her inside. She giggled happily and nodded, her pigtails bouncing every which way.

“That’s a good girl. I got you some prezzies but you have to wait till Christmas for them.” Jason smiled at his favorite sibling, “What kind of mood is your big brother Mike in?”

Morgan giggled at the question. “It’s a secret?” she answered, as if asking if she had permission not to answer.

“Oh that bad huh?” Jason sighed as he opened the door, “Mom, Dad, Mike I’m home!” he called out as he set Morgan down. She giggled and raced off to her room to play.

From out of nowhere, someone grabbed Jason. It definitely wasn’t Mike - the hands were too small. The perfume smelled faintly like Melissa’s though, and the tickling of his sides a moment later confirmed it. “Hey birthday girl,” she giggled in his ear.

“My birthday isn’t for another 15 days.” Jason giggled, “What are you doing here Mel?”

“I finished my finals earlier this week, so when you said you were on your way home, I came over to surprise you,” she answered cheerfully.

“Thanks; I'm going to need it. Mike’s here before me.” Jason sighed.

Melissa nodded, grinning innocently. “Yep,” she answered simply. “He’s in the kitchen talking to your Mom right now. Your Dad’s up in his study if you want to surprise him first, and, you know, delay the inevitable,” she teased. “I can hang out if you want, too. Just like old times.”

“Would you?” Jason asked pleadingly. “You won’t believe the day I’ve had. I really just need some quiet time before the endless torture begins.”

Melissa smiled at Jace, “Girl, tell me everything ok?” giving Jason a hug.

“First, Gamma Phi wants me to join them to the point that they’ve been bugging me daily now, some asshole slapped a bumper sticker on the back of my car, saying ‘Will brake for shoes’ and well yeah.” Jason sighed.

“Oh, ow ow ow,” Melissa answered. “That’s as bad as keying it. But Gamma Phi Beta wants you? That’s amazing. You’re so lucky!”

“Mel?” Jace asked hesitantly. “I’m a guy, remember?” He paused to sigh, grudgingly admitting, “Otherwise I’d actually be really tempted. Tiffany - the girl who’s been harassing me to join for like, two months now, finally cornered me and gave me her number if I had any questions about it. They seem so nice. But it’s like the whole world thinks I’m a girl. It’s so frustrating sometimes. I mean, it’s frustrating that I’m not.” He blushed brightly.

He paused to add, “I know you do it because it’s our inside joke, so I forgive you though,” he added with a faint smile, and pulled her into another hug as he lay his head on her shoulder.

“Jace, sweetie, have you ever stopped and looked at yourself in a mirror, I mean really looked at yourself girl?” Mel smiled at him.

“I know,” Jace sighed. “Ricky Johnson even hit on me at the gas station earlier. He didn’t even recognize me,” he managed a weak laugh. “Oh, that reminds me.” He reached into his pocket, taking out one of his chocolate bars and offering it to her. “I was saving these for when I came to see you when YOU got home”

“Oh my favorite! You remembered! Thanks Jace.” Mel smiled happily as she hugged his neck.

“I sometimes wish I was a girl,” Jace admitted softly. “Just to make the stupid feelings go away every time I get ogled or ‘ma’am’ed.”

“Maybe you are a real girl?” Melissa asked honestly, “All the girls when we were in elementary school always asked why you never came to their slumber parties, and in middle school and high school they always wondered why you used the unisex bathroom.” She shrugged her shoulders thoughtfully. “And face it sweetie, you’ve got better curves than me.”

Jace laughed. “Because my penis would’ve given me away in both cases.”

Melissa laughed, “Remember i’ve seen it, and um sugar, yeah, some girls might think you have a penis, but it sorta looks like an oversized clit.”

Jace stared at Melissa for a moment, and then laughed. “God I missed you. Why didn’t we go to college together, again?”

Melissa shrugged, giving Jace a sheepish smile. “I wanted to go to Berkeley, but I’m honestly thinking about transferring to Cal State for awhile and then transferring back to finish my MBA and stuff. We could get a dorm together,” she teased. “Or live at the Gamma Phi sorority house.”

“Don’t tempt me,” Jace giggled.

“Tempt tempt,” Melissa shot back as she munched happily on a bite of chocolate. “It’s something to think about, anyway.”

Jace smiled and hugged Melissa, “I really missed you this year, its been so boring without you. I got myself an apartment near the college though, and a job at the comic store.”

“Oh, God,” Melissa laughed. “Hot girl in a comic book store. I bet you drum up a lot of business,” she teased as she continued to giggle. “I missed you too though,” she added, giving Jace’s hand a tender squeeze. Jace’s heart skipped a beat, and for just a moment, he started to lean close and kiss her, when Mike suddenly called out.

“Jace? Where are you hiding?” He sounded oddly cheerful: entirely too cheerful, and Melissa giggled.

“In the hallway!” she called, and then pretended to duck away from Jace’s scowl.

“Well get your butt in the kitchen already!” Mike shouted back. Jace groaned, sighing as he squeezed Melissa’s hand, interlocking their fingers so that she had to come, too. Though truthfully she didn’t seem to mind at all.

Melissa giggled, following Jace into the kitchen, where his older brother Mike - still as large as Jace remembered, though now sporting a much shorter haircut, stood beside their mother, and another woman Jace didn’t recognize.

She had medium length jet black hair, and when she turned to smile nervously at Jace, her soft blue eyes sparkled in the overhead light. She was wearing a pretty, white floral dress with a white jacket over it, and a diamond ring on her finger.

Jace cringed, startled, when Mike crossed the room and pulled him into a hug, leading him over to the woman. “Jace, this is my fiancé Ellen. Ellen, this is my kid sister Jace.” Mike teased, knowing full well Jason didn’t like being called a girl.

“Your sister, huh?” Ellen giggled. “It’s wonderful to finally meet you. You know while you’re on winter break you should come model some of the bridesmaid’s dresses I’m looking at - with your figure, I mean.” She grinned.

“Um why?” Jace looked nervously between Ellen and Mike and his mother, “Don’t tell me you really think I’m a girl?”

Both Mike and Ellen laughed. “I’m just teasing sweetie. Mike told me how you’ve had it rough growing up.” She smiled softly and pulled Jace into an almost sisterly hug. She then whispered, so Mike couldn’t hear, “I’m so sorry. Mike begged me to tease you, but now that we’ve met, I think you’re much prettier than me - I’m jealous.” She giggled and hugged Jace again before letting him go.

Jace blushed, “I don’t think so, but thanks, I think. Um, when are you two planning on getting married? If it’s this summer, I was planning on taking some classes, so I’ll have to plan ahead.”

“Probably in the Spring, if we can get the planning together. We already have our flower girl,” Ellen answered, “And my sister’s going to be my maid of honor if I have to drag her butt down here myself.”

Melissa pouted, giving Jace a light poke in the ribs. “Hey, what do you mean you’re taking classes this summer? I thought we were going backpacking?”

“Yeah but I fell behind in Bio Chem, I got a B- I was shooting for an A” Jace sighed.

“Ohh,” she answered with a frown. “I’m sorry. I should’ve stayed in touch more. I could’ve tutored you over the phone or online or something. I’ve always loved sciency stuff.”

“There’s certainly a lot of chemistry between you,” Jace’s mother commented casually. “So when are we going to see a ring on that finger?”

“Yeah, you girls did go to prom together didn’t you?” Mike chimed in.

Melissa giggled. “Mmmhmm. It’s just a shame I couldn’t get her to wear a nice dress to match mine,” she teased, leaning into Jace. “That tuxedo swallowed her whole.”

“Ugh. I was such a dork in high school.” Jace sighed, “Sometimes I feel like I still am, Oh mom, your old Sorority asked me to join them.”

Jace’s mother Janet’s eyes widened considerably. “Gamma Phi? Really? You said yes didn’t you?” she asked, hopeful.

“Mom!” Jace blushed then whispered, “I told them I would think about it over Christmas.”

Melissa and Janet both squealed and hugged Jace. “You should SO do it, girl!” Melissa added energetically.

“Well I don't think I’m sorority material.” Jace complained, “Seriously people I’m a boy not a girl. It says so right right on my birth certificate.”

Melissa leaned closer and kissed Jace’s cheek lightly. “C’mon, you promised you’d buy me dinner when we saw each other again. Plus I need a ride home,” she added with a giggle.

Jace, flustered, gave a small sigh and nodded. “That’s probably a good idea. I’ll talk to you guys later. Ellen, it was nice meeting you,” he added, giving her a small, almost apologetic smile before following Melissa out.

~oOo~

Later that night after a long soak in the bathtub, and promising Melissa a movie during the week. Jason got up and finished getting dressed, to head downstairs for a bedtime cup of tea, when he seen the lights on in his dad's office and some loud talking. He crept closer to try and eavesdrop on the conversation.

“Jack, how long have we been friends now? You know I wouldn’t be here if the situation weren’t dire.”

“I know Nick, but that’s my blood you are talking about. She’s not even ready to take over the family heritage.” Jack commented back.

“You need to tell her, Jack. She’s going to awaken to it sooner or later, and the way things are going, it’s going to be sooner, I fear.”

“If they wouldn't mess with things like they do I wouldn't need to work, and neither would she,” Jack sighed.

The older man sighed as well. “Yes, I know. It’s unfair to you, and to her. She doesn’t even know she’s not who she thinks she is, does she? My elves have been spying on her,” he added with a chuckle.

“I never wanted to tell her. She’s had a hard enough life as it is, If it wasn’t for that damned prophecy... I’m just glad when she was growing up you guys didn’t make the mistake of sending her girls toys.” Jack laughed.

“Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho,” the old man laughed. He couldn’t help himself. “We almost did make that mistake, back around her ninth birthday or so you know. Our lists somehow got crossed in the midst of the technology upgrades.”

Jack laughed, “I remember that. I have a bad feeling about this year though Nick, I’ll keep an eye on her and if things change I will keep you, and the rest of them informed ok?”

“I’ll let them know. I wish this didn’t have to be this way, and - ideally, perhaps there’s still a way she can live her mortal life. You know, sort of like a part time job? We’ll have to see what happens, I suppose.”

“Things have changed since I was in charge. Who knows? You and Mrs. Claus seem to do an alright job of having a normal life after the holidays after all. Speaking of which, how’s your daughter doing?”

Nicholas gave another hearty chuckle. “Melissa’s doing just fine. The poor girl still thinks I’m a lawyer or somesuch. I haven’t had the heart to tell her the truth. She’s going to Berkeley, you know, wants to be a scientist. There’s just no room in her life for magic.”

“She was over here earlier today, but I've been so busy I didn’t have a chance to talk to her.” Jack sighed, “She and Jane get along great still though.”

“You know if those two ever admit how they really feel, we’re going to be having two weddings?” Nicholas chuckled.

Jack laughed, “If Jane can get over the fact, and Melissa realizes you don’t mind her loving another girl, at any rate. These kids these days don’t know that was acceptable when we were mortals.”

“Maybe we should introduce them to Aphrodite? It’s her meddling that put them together anyway. Speaking of which though, let me know if you want me there when you do talk to her. I owe you that much.”

“Oh no, keeping my kids supplied with presents was payment enough Nick, but If I do need your help, I’ll give you a holler. I might have Janet with me since she was the last tooth fairy after all.”

“I’d forgotten about that. I always thought it odd that you married a dentist, but now it makes sense,” Nicholas laughed.

Jack laughed as well, “Yeah what's a weather service tech doing marrying a Dentist huh?”

Nick leaned over to Jack, “I’ve got to get going, but you have a spy at your door,” he whispered and blinked out of the room.

Jason quickly left the door and headed into the kitchen to get his bedtime tea; as soon as it started to brew Jack came out of his office and joined Jason. “Hey sport, hows school going?”

“Oh, hi Dad, I didn’t hear you come in,” Jason answered, pretending to have been searching for the tea tin. “School’s been ok, except … Well,” he trailed off. He just didn’t have the heart to tell his Dad he was invited to join a sorority, even if Mike had probably already told him by now.

“So Jace, your mother tells me you're going to join her sorority?” Jack asked with an odd sort of smile. “Wise choice. The girls in Phi will help you through some of the issues...” Jack faded off and looked down at the tea pot.

“Uh huh. So is there something you need to tell me, Dad?” Jason asked, turning to stare at his father.

“Yes. What did you hear of the conversation I had with Nick?” Jack asked.

Jason slammed his fist down on the cabinet, turning fully to face his father. “Apparently I’m not who I think I am? I’m supposed to be a girl, and everyone thinks I look like a girl, but I’m not, or am I? I don’t freaking know anymore!”

“We hid you, Jason. You’re not what you think, and neither am I sport. Your mother and I made a choice when you were born, if you would have been a girl, you would have taken over the family job from me, and I couldn't have that.”

“What are you saying, dad? That you made me live a lie to protect me? From what? And why not Mike?” Jason shot out one question after another.

“Mike is a fairy; not that kind of fairy either,” he quickly corrected himself, “But the kind with wings. He took after your mother.” Jack explained..

At the ‘Mike is a fairy’ part, Jason lost all the rage he had in him. To hear those words from his father’s mouth left him so utterly shocked, that he couldn’t help but crack up laughing right then and there.

“Haven’t you ever wondered about our last name, Jace?”

“I guess,” Jace managed to giggle out. “It’s not like it’s uncommon though.”

“Jack Frost, sweetie, I am the king of winter.” he looked at Jason sternly.

“And the guy you were talking to was Santa Claus, right?” he asked skeptically. “Dad, I mean this in the nicest way possible, but when was your last CAT scan?”

“Yes, Nick is Santa, and your mother was the Tooth Fairy.” Jack commented seriously. “And I can prove I am Jack Frost.” At that, he put his hand on the counter and turned it into a solid sheet of ice.

“Jeeze!” Jace squealed, jumping back. “Okay, I get it! But... What’s this got to do with me being a … um... a girl?” he blushed furiously.

“The prophecy stated that my daughter would become the next ruler of winter, but there is a problem with that, mankind doesn’t care about us anymore.”

Jace slowly nodded. “I stopped ‘believing’ in Santa Claus in the second grade, for one.”

Jack laughed, “Everyone stops ‘believing’ in him after a certain age, but doesn't stop him from doing his job. How do you think you got everything you asked for growing up including the stuff you never told us about?”

“I figured between the two of you you could afford to hire a private investigator,” Jace answered half-jokingly.

Jack laughed, “I wouldn't spy on my own kids, I love you guys to much.”

Jace sighed and stepped closer to hug her father. “I love you too Dad, but I wish you’d told me sooner. I’ve always felt different, never quite fitting in. My best friends in high school were all girls, who could never figure out why I wouldn’t go to their slumber parties or whatever.”

Janet walked into the kitchen at that moment, “Told her what dear? and you two need to keep it down; everyone else is asleep.”

“That I’m really a girl, for one,” Jane answered quietly. “So what happens now? I don’t know the first thing about ‘being’ a girl, or being Jack - errr, Jane Frost. And, can I tell anyone about this? Besides Melissa I mean. It’s not like anyone’d believe me anyway.

“But I suddenly want to call Tiffany and talk to her about Gamma Phi Beta. She’s going to want to know why I changed my mind so suddenly, and... I don’t know,” she sighed, turning to lean on the counter, facing away from her parents.

“Slow down Jane, “ Janet sighed, “Jack why not?” She turned to Jack.

“I don’t know,” he answered. “It’s going to be hard enough telling Melissa, and she’s like us - so to speak. Telling a mortal could get dicey. Are you sure you can trust this girl, this uh, Tiffany?”

“I think she meant with other things dear.” Janet commented, “Don’t tell her anything about yourself yet till you get to know her ok?”

“Your mother is right Princess, we don’t want you to get hurt, thats why we hid you as Jason.” Jack sighed.

“Hey, that’s perfect,” Jane suddenly brightened. “I’ll tell her I was trying to hide from … Crap. I have no idea,” she sighed. “It was almost a good idea.”

“Just tell her that you didn’t want to live your mother's legacy and that I changed your mind over christmas.” Janet smiled.

“That covers Tiffany. What about Melissa? And Mike, and Morgan, and holy crap I know a lot of M’s,” she giggled a little.

“Mike knows Princess, Morgan, she doesn’t need to now, and Mr. Claus is going to tell Melissa, how she could go her life without knowing and having the last name Claus is beyond me.” Jack laughed.

“Yeah, no kidding. She’s such a science geek that I think that part of her brain intentionally blocks it out,” Jane teased.

“Well you didn’t know either Einstein.” Mike smiled as he came into the kitchen in his pj’s.

“Hey! Cut me a break, bubble butt, I was lied to my whole life, and Frost is a common name!”

Mike chuckled, “I figured it out about the time you were 11. I asked mom and dad, and they told me. Sorry about picking on you Jane.” Mike walked over and give his sister a brotherly hug.

Jane gave him a playful punch in the arm - far from hard enough to even make him flinch. “Yeah, well, what are brothers for?”

“But hey, I did keep the older boys from kicking your ass because they thought you were a sissy.” Mike chuckled and grabbed himself a glass of milk from the fridge.

“So that crack about me being one of Ellen’s bridesmaids earlier was just a slip, or...?”

“I was being serious with her, but I had to make her think it was a joke, because she knew I had a brother not a sister. I’d really like you to be one of Ellen’s bridesmaids though, if you decide you’re up for it.”

Jane nodded. “I’ll have to think about it. I mean, this is all so sudden.”

Mike nodded, “So anyway, Morgan already thinks you’re her big sister, so nothing’s ever going to change there.”

Jack chuckled, “So this is ok for you now, but when it hits you Jane, if you have any problems you have a lot of people you can talk to about it ok?

Jane nodded slowly. “Yeah. I won’t lie, I’m numb right now. I don’t really know what to think other than that I feel just... relieved that I finally know what’s been wrong with me my whole life. I mean even thinking about it, so much crap makes sense now, except … I still don’t know what’s going to happen to me now?”

“Well your hair is going to turn white, your icy blue eyes are going to shine more, and hmmm, you will be able to freeze things.” Jack laughed, “Well more than just things, you could freeze the whole planet if you wanted.”

“Errr, wait, what? I can’t go to school with white hair,” she whined.

“Just tell people you bleached it. It will look bleached white anyway.” Janet giggled at her daughter’s reaction.

“Can’t I just dye it? Maybe a nice, dark red.”

“Two days - three at a stretch is all the dye will last, it will just wash out.” Jack sighed, “I know I used to try to dye mine black again.”

“Blech,” Jane grumbled. “Okay, so um, what about my body? If I’m supposed to be a girl, I mean...” she trailed off hesitantly.

Janet grinned, “You’ve always been girly. You got the hips, butt and everything else of a girl, just not the breasts and the outer plumbing. Don’t worry; they’ll grow, and you may end up lucky and have small ones like mine. Hopefully you don’t end up with Jack’s genes though; his mom had M cups.”

“And the um, male plumbing?” she asked, trying not to think about how much having massive breasts would completely kill her back.

“You already have the makings for girl parts Jane. We used what magic we could to turn you into a boy, but it couldn’t do it 100%.” Jack sighed, “No matter how hard we tried.”

“So I’m stuck like, in-between genders?” she asked almost fretfully.

“No it will wear off eventually.” Janet replied “It’s already begun. That’s why we were going to talk to you soon. I know you’ve noticed; you said as much this afternoon.”

After a moment of silence she looked up again. “Christ. I don’t know the first thing about being a girl, or an immortal embodiment of winter. This is going to be a long winter break.”

Jack chuckled, “This used to be my favorite time of year, till I met your mother and we started having children.”

Jane looked up at everyone, “Anyway, I’m going to go to bed. Maybe when I wake up in the morning, this will all make more sense - or it’ll all be a messed up dream from drinking too much egg nog last night.” She put the teapot down turned around and walked slowly back up to her room.

Ellen was waiting at the top of the stairs, dressed in a long, flowing white night gown. She smiled at Jane as she approached. “You okay sweetie?”

“Oh I’m fine. It’s the rest of the looney bin that I’m worried about,” Jane sighed as she went into her room and closed the door behind her..

Ellen frowned. For a moment she considered knocking, but finally stepped away from the door and started down the stairs. Mike turned to wrap her in a hug.

“Ellen, honey, there’s something that I need to tell you, about my family and my sister, Jane.”

~oOo~

Some time during the night, Jane thought she heard footsteps in her room. She sat bolt upright and turned on the light, but there was no one there. There was, however, the faintest smell of gingerbread cookies on the air. She grumbled, rolling over and going back to sleep.

The next morning, she woke to find a small snow globe that was definitely not there before. She picked it up carefully, and as she shook it, the ‘snow’ swirled around a little figurine of a girl in a pink coat and knit cap with white hair, ice skating on the middle of a pond.

What she failed to notice was that she had a small amount of weight on her chest: nothing to write home about which was why she didn’t notice it yet. She got up, put on her heavy flannel robe, and walked into the bathroom to relieve herself like every morning. She went to reach for her manhood, and screamed when she noticed it wasn't there. “Holy shit!”

Janet quickly came running at the scream, knocking on Jane’s bathroom door. “Honey, is everything ok?”

Jane was sitting on the toilet with tears in her eyes, “No mom, nothing’s alright! You and dad weren’t lying.”

“No, honey, we weren’t. I’m so sorry we kept this from you. We agreed that it was for your own protection, but... We were wrong to lie to you all these years,” Janet answered, trying not to completely lose it. “Janie I’m so sorry.”

“No mom, It’s ok. But oh God, I really am a girl,” Jane sobbed from the bathroom.

“Yes you are honey,” Janet answered, leaning against the door frame and putting her hand against the door. “I’ve wanted to tell you. Gods how I’ve wanted to tell you the truth, but we were so frightened of losing you. But Nick, bless his heart... He was right. We shouldn’t have done this to you, and I’m so, so sorry.”

“No, Mom, I mean... The spell wore off. I’m a GIRL!” Jane answered. “I’m a real girl!” she added more enthusiastically. After a moment or two, the toilet flushed, and Jane quickly washed her hands before throwing the door open. Janet threw her arms around her, holding her tightly close.

“You still look like the same person, but you got noticeable bumps on your chest now dear.” Janet smiled and kissed her daughter's cheek.

“And um, different plumbing,” Jane managed a quiet laugh as she buried her face in her mother’s shoulder. “It’s so weird. Last night I didn’t want to believe it, and now it’s like... it’s like this big weight’s been lifted off my shoulders. Like a part of me suddenly makes sense now.”

“My baby,” Janet whispered and kissed Jane’s forehead softly. “I know this is all going to be very confusing for you for awhile. You have two whole new worlds opening up to you, but Ellen and I are going to help you with the ‘girl’ part. Your father’s going to help you with the-” she stopped suddenly as Morgan raced past, squealing excitedly.

“IT’S SNOWING!”

Jane looked at Janet with tears in her eyes, and Janet giggled. “Like I said, your father’s going to help you learn to control your new powers.”

“I don’t have to start dressing like a girl and junk do I?” Jane groaned as they walked downstairs to look out the front window at Jane’s handiwork. Janet laughed.

“I’d like it if you did, but you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. Melissa might disagree though,” she teased. “But we’ll worry about that later. For now why don’t you take Morgan upstairs and help her get dressed so you two can play in the snow, and I’ll make a nice, hot breakfast?”

Jane smiled as she hugged her mother tightly. “Thanks Mom,” she answered simply.

To Be continued?

“Do you think Ellen believed us?” Melissa asked as she slid into the passenger seat of Jason’s Mustang. “About the tux thing, I mean. For a boy, you really did look sooo pretty that night.”

“You decided to drag me out of the house dressed like a floozy in a fancy dress.” Jason groaned, trying not to laugh...

“Everyone said we were like the cutest couple.” She suddenly stopped and cleared her throat. “Anyway,” she trailed off, “You don’t really have to take me to dinner tonight. I just wanted to get you out of there before Mike slipped up again.”

“No, it’s fine Mel. I want to,” he answered as he started the car, squeezing her shoulder before he backed out of the driveway. “it’s been since graduation, and I want to catch up with what you’ve been doing.” Jace smiled at her..

Melissa smiled brightly at that. “Well, you already know the boring stuff about me and Berkeley. I also took a photography class on the side, you know, just for fun. My roommate’s driving me crazy, though,” she trailed off and sighed, but then she smiled at Jace. “What about you, girl? Other than the Gamma Phi girls breaking your door down?” She tried not to giggle.

“Oh you know, this and that with my bio chem classes. We had a major lab assignment for our final. It was extremely exciting,” Jace practically giggled..

“You really like Bio chem, huh?” Melissa asked, grinning. “I can’t settle on just one science. I guess when I have to it’ll be something Chem though. I’d love to work for Dow or something.”

“Maybe we can open our own Pharm research company if you get good enough?” Jace grinned as he pulled up to the italian restaurant in town.

Melissa giggled. “God I love this place! I haven’t been here since graduation though. I hope they still make their bread sticks from scratch!” she cheered happily

“I figured i’d bring you here again.” Jace grinned, “It’s nothing fancy, but atleast they make good food.”

“Girl, I’ve been living on McDonalds and ramen for the last six months. This place is going to be a feast,” Melissa teased as she slid out of the car. She rushed ahead of him just a bit to get the door, holding it open. She was always doing silly things like that, at least for Jace. Jace just rolled his eyes, giving her shoulder a playful shove.

“You know you love me,” Melissa giggled.

“We wouldn’t have been friends for so long if I didn’t,” Jace teased back.

“Hi, may I help you?” the raven haired girl at the counter asked, but then her eyes widened. “Oh my God, Mel and Jacie! When did you get back?!” she bubbled. It was Jennifer Bunny, one of Melissa’s oldest friends.

“Oh hey Jennifer! We just got back today,” Melissa answered for Jace and herself. “When did you start working here?”

Jennifer giggled. “A few months ago. It helps pay the bills while I’m doing the community college thing, plus I get all the pasta I can stand. The boss says I’d make a great pizza chef if I keep practicing, but Mom wants me to consider the family business too; that’s neither here nor there though,” she bubbled over with cheer. “What can I get you, girls?”

“Those homemade breadsticks for starters.” Jace replied, and then grinned. “And I’ll take a diet coke; got to watch my girlish figure,” he added, winking at Melissa, who did all she could to keep a straight face, until Jennifer answered, anyway..

Jennifer rolled her eyes. “Please, girl. I don’t know why you never went out for cheer with your figure! Coming right up! Vanilla coke for you Mel?” she added with a grin.

“Yeah sure I love Vanilla coke.” Mel giggled quietly as Jennifer walked away and leaned over to Jace, “She’s one of the girls that always thought you were really a girl.”

Jace’s cheeks turned crimson, and he sighed a little. “Yeah, well, it was pretty much confirmed once they all saw me in that prom dress.” His smile turned up a little though, “But it made them all happy to see me “not dress like a boy for one night”, so it was worth it I guess.”

Melissa giggled, “You know how many of the girls came up to me and told me it was about time I got you out of your shell that night?”

Jace laughed quietly. “Wouldn’t have been so bad if I hadn’t had like, six guys ask me for a dance. Honestly I didn’t think security would even let me in the door.”

“As I said to you once before Jace, have you ever really looked at yourself in a mirror?” Melissa smiled. “You really do look like a girl.”

“Sometimes I do wonder, Mel...” Jace trailed off as Jennifer emerged from the back with a still-steaming basket of bread sticks.

“Sorry for the delay. We had um...” she giggled. “Minor technical difficulties. Here ya go.” She set the basket on the counter, and then a moment later, set their drinks down. “This one’s on the house since you guys are like my best friends in the world. Just let me know if you want anything else!”

“Thanks Jennifer,” Melissa answered cheerfully. “We should hang out while Jace and I are on holiday.”

“I’d love that. I’ll stop by your houses soon anyway. I got you guys Christmas goodies!” she bubbled.

Melissa grunted as they walked away,, “I hope not, last year she gave me an easter basket for christmas.”

Jace laughed under his breath. “She gave me a porcelain Easter egg with my name in calligraphy letters - in pink,” he admitted, as he carried their bread basket to their old booth. After setting it down he settled in, watching Melissa as she sat, before taking one of the bread sticks.

His stomach rumbled. He could already smell the garlic, and his mouth was watering.

“God these smell so good,” Melissa giggled, picking one up and shoveling a full quarter of it into her mouth in the most unladylike manner she could manage - and choosing to ignore the odd stare from other diners.

“You should consider dressing like a girl more often though,” Melissa said casually, as if she were suggesting a new brand of toothpaste and not some life altering decision. “You look kinda hot,” she added thoughtfully, while trying not to reveal her real feelings.

No one in school ever figured out she was lesbian, even despite how close she was to ‘Jacie’. If Jennifer suspected, she never showed any signs of it. The hard truth was, she had it bad for Jace because he was so feminine. But she couldn’t tell him that. He’d never forgive her.

“So I think I’m going to have the meatball pasta thingy I had for Prom, speaking of which. How about you?” Jace asked.

Melissa suddenly giggled at nothing in particular. “Oh, yeah that sounds really good. Me too.”

As if on cue Jennifer strolled up to their table. “Hey guys, can I get you anything else?” She winked at Melissa.

“Jeeze Jen. You always did have ears like a rabbit,” she teased. “We’ll have the meatballs and pasta. Oh, extra parmesan on mine please.”

“No parmesan on mine,” Jace commented, “That last time I tried that stuff it made me sick.”

Later on that night Melissa went past her parents office, only to hear raised voices inside. It sounded like her dad and mom and someone else.

“Nick for gosh sakes you really need to talk to Jack! He won't listen to anyone but you, and you know it.” the males voice commented.

“Yes, I know. He’s just trying to protect her. I’d probably do the same for Melissa.”

“Yeah, but the world needs the power of winter again. Things are melting in the flippin north pole for gosh sake!” For some reason the voice seemed like he was trying to swear but it just wouldn’t come out.

“It’s not healthy for her either,” Melissa’s mother added. “The poor kid’s so confused she actually still believes she’s a boy even despite that wretched spell almost completely wearing off. I mean, you saw her last year, dear, in that darling dress Melissa picked out for her. And the magic’s only weakened since then.”

“I know, but we all agreed that it was best for her, after Jack begged. It wouldn’t be right to force this on her now. Maybe the spell won’t break.” Nick commented.

Melissa’s mom suddenly opened the door. “Melissa sweetie, it’s not nice to eavesdrop,” she scolded, even as she smiled at her daughter.

Melissa frowned sheepishly. “Sorry Momma. I heard yelling. What’s going on?”

“Mr. Bunny and your father are talking about Mr. Frosts daughter,” she replied simply.

Nick turned to his daughter at that moment, “Melissa, come in. We have some things to explain to you as well.”

Melissa quietly stepped inside. She hadn’t looked that guilty since she accidentally dropped the ceramic cookie jar when she was seven. “So I was right about Jace?”

“Somewhat dear, yes you were correct that Jace was a girl, but her birth name is Jane, not Jason; his documents are forged,” Nick sighed, “But what I need to tell you is important, and doesn’t leave this room ok sweetie?”

“Ok daddy,” Melissa answered hesitantly, but nodded her affirmation. She looked like she had a lot of questions, but seemed willing to let her father and Jennifer’s dad say what they needed to say without interrupting them.

“You know my name is Nicholas Claus.” He paused only a moment to let that sink in before continuing. “Well, what I’m trying to say is, I am Santa Claus.” He smiled jovially. In fact, he always seemed quite jolly. Melissa had never seen him frown, but this was pure madness..

Melissa frowned, rushing closer. She gently took his hand, checking his pulse. “Mom, call the paramedics. I think dad’s having a stroke!” she said quite seriously. “I knew all those damn cookies would catch up with you some day,” she mumbled.

Harvey, Jennifer’s father, had been quietly waiting for Melissa’s reaction and couldn’t hold in his laughter. “Mel, sweetheart, your dad’s just fine. Haven’t you ever wondered how an overweight guy like him can still jog ten miles without breaking a sweat?”

Melissa blinked, slowly shifting her gaze from her father to her best friend’s father, to her mother. Each gave her an affirming nod. Her knees wobbled a little, and she sank into the nearest chair, staring blankly.

At that moment two small elves burst through the door, “Santa!” the blonde one exclaimed

“Problems at the workshop!” the red headed one exclaimed.

They both stopped and looked at Melissa and then to Nick, stating in unison, “Oooops; sorry sir!”

Melissa slowly stood and approached the pair. She walked around them once, and then shook her head. “I knew I should’ve listened to Jace about the parmesan. Or maybe I hit my head getting out of her car.”

Nicholas laughed deeply. “It’s alright, you two. I was just telling her our little family secret anyway. What’s wrong at the workshop?”

“James keeps saying he wants to go on strike because of the snow issues.” They both tried to explain to Nick at once.

Nick exhaled softly. “Oh dear. I’ll stop by Jack’s on my way. This can’t go on any longer, I’m afraid,” he sighed, turning to his daughter. “Melissa, dear, would you like to come see where your dear old dad really works?” he asked with a jovial grin. “Might as well have some good come of this.”

“Sure whatever, if you are really Santa then you can whisk me off to the north pole, otherwise I’m just dreaming.” Melissa sighed.

“That’s the spirit,” her mother said cheerily as she gave Melissa a hug. “But put on your good coat, dear. It’s going to be freezing up there!”

“But I don’t have-” Melissa started to argue, when suddenly she found herself wearing a fluffy white fur coat.

“Now then, shall we be off? You two take care of my little girl. Show her around, make her feel at home, ok?” Nick said, and the elves giggled as they each took Melissa by the hand.

Just before the room began to fade, Jennifer’s dad grinned, reaching up to pull off his hat. For a moment, Melissa swore she saw long rabbit ears pop up. She shut her eyes tight.

The three of them appeared quickly into a large room full of other elves. As Melissa slowly opened her eyes, her jaw dropped. A modern facility greeted her, yet at the same time it almost looked like a ‘My First Christmas’ playset.

“Welcome to the North Pole.” The blonde elf smiled cheerily. “I haven’t introduced myself properly. I am Misty.”

The red headed elf giggled. “And my name is Tamara.”

Most of the other elves had stopped whatever they were doing - some making simple toys, others programming complex electronics, to stare at Melissa. She blinked a couple of times and then looked down at her guides.

“Everyone, you remember Melissa Claus?” Misty said tol the other elves.

One of the elves, who looked to Melissa like she couldn’t be more than eight or nine years old, was dressed in a floor length gown and carrying a silver mug of some sort of steaming liquid, and approached the pair. “We thought you were going for the big man?” she asked in a voice that matched her appearance perfectly. She smiled up at Melissa nonetheless though.

“We did, but he had to go talk to Jack first, and thought it would be a good idea for Melissa to come here with us.” Tamara announced.

“Would you like some hot cocoa dearie?” the elf asked, offering her mug. “It’s fresh, with a dash of cinnamon, just like you used to like it when you were a wee girl,” she added with a wink.

“This place is huge,” Melissa whispered as she looked around, but suddenly turned back to the elf. “What do you mean like I used to like?”

A chorus of giggles erupted from the elves across the workshop. “You don’t remember any of this, do you? I suppose it’s no surprise living in the mortal world for most of your life. Your Dad brought you here when you were little - about three, I think?” she asked, glancing at Tamara and Misty for confirmation.

“Yes, I think that’s right,” Misty answered.

“She’s really grown!” Tamara giggled. “But Santa asked that we make her feel welcome, and that’s what we’ll do.”

Melissa took the offered mug and took a sip as another blonde elf came up to Melissa. “Care for some cookies? They are fresh out of the oven!” she was quite bubbly and reminded Melissa of a young Jennifer.

“This can’t be a dream,” Melissa finally giggled out. “I’ve never been treated this nicely by my own imagination. Yes, I’d love some thank you.”

The elf bounced over to a plate on one of the tables and brought it over, almost dropping it twice. “Oh cracker snacks. I’m sorry,” she exclaimed as she dropped the plate finally at Melissa’s feet.

Melissa knelt to pick up the plate with one hand, trying not to giggle. “It’s ok.”

A taller elf, male, came up to them, looking rather cross. “Misty, Tamara, and you clumsy youngling, why aren't you working?”

Melissa frowned at the elf. “Because Daddy told them to show me around while he talks to my friend’s dad, Jack.”

The elf looked Melissa over critically, and then smiled as he curtsied, “I’m sorry Melissa. I didn’t recognize you. Its been ages since you graced us with your presence,” he said with a jovial smile that only looked a little forced. “Ok, you three, you’d best do as the boss man commanded and make sure she had a good time while you're at it!”

Melissa snorted quietly, whispering, “Who jammed a candycane up his chimney?” She couldn’t figure out why, but she felt compelled to hug the young, clumsy elf, and knelt to put her free arm around her.

“Oh thats Erich. He’s the elf in charge when the boss man isn’t here.” Misty explained, “At least he’s nicer than James.”

“That wasn’t James?” Melissa groaned, and in a moment of pure amusement to the elves within earshot, perfectly mimicked her father with an exasperated “Oh dear.”

“Oh no, James is an asshole. He would have told us to get to work, and then made you work too,” Tamara sighed.

“Wow. I never thought of elves as being capable of swearing. … Then again my only source on you guys was those tacky 1980s Christmas specials that they still air every year,” Melissa added with a giggle. “Misfit toys and a dentist and stuff.”

Misty and Tamara both giggled then Misty said, “They do us no justice, but yes and no on the swearing. We can swear until Santa comes to the Workshop. That’s the standing rule.”

“Same at home,” Melissa giggled. “The only time I’ve ever sworn around my parents was that time Dad’s bowling ball rolled off on my foot. Then they both learned I could swear.”

The clumsy elf tripped on her feet as the three of them walked to one of the doors. “Ginger Snaps!” she exclaimed.

Melissa giggled quietly. “I thought Mom said it was going to be cold here, but it’s really nice.”

“You haven't been outside yet,” Tamara advised.

“And met the reindeer yet,” Misty finished.

“Oh, shoot. I forgot to bring an apple for Rudolph,” Melissa said half-jokingly.

“That’s ok!” the younger elf exclaimed, “I’ll go get you one for her!” she announced, running off.

“Wow. Rudolph’s real? So like, what’s the deal with the nose? Am I going to have to try not to stare?”

Misty giggled, “That’s just a story. Her nose doesn’t glow, but she’s a damn good tracker. Oh, a warning Melissa, since you haven’t been here in a long time: the reindeer do talk and they don’t pull your fathers sleigh. In fact he doesn’t need a sleigh anymore. They used to back when the world was smaller but not anymore, so now they just relax and play all day.”

“Hey, that brings up another question. Actually I’ve got several, but I have to ask the one question like, EVERY kid ever has asked. How the hell does he get around all in one night? Does he like, freeze time or something?”

Misty giggled. “Magic! He’s got the ability to travel anywhere instantly. He only visits those on his list, too. Lately his list has been growing though. A few years ago it was shrinking.”

“I’m surprised he even bothers with how few people believe anymore. I mean, no offense, but I stopped believing in this stuff when I was in the second grade. I’m still having trouble believing magic and elves are real, or that my dad’s really Santa,” she added hesitantly. “But as a science major, I can’t deny the physical evidence - just rationalize it.”

Tamara grinned, “You don’t have to believe in Santa for him to be real.”

“You can believe a hot stove isn’t real all you want,” Misty added, “But it’d still burn you if you put your hand on it!”

The elves and Melissa giggled.

“Hey, do you guys know anything about my friend Jane?” Melissa asked. “Dad was in the middle of talking to another friend, Jennifer’s dad about her, and I only got bits and pieces... I’m worried about her.”

Tamara looked over at Misty, and Misty nodded, then picked up, “Jane is Jack Frosts daughter. There is a huge prophecy about her and that she will bring back winter.”

“Jack Frost,” Melissa echoed. She literally brought up her hand, and smacked her palm to her forehead. “Oh my God. I can’t believe I never got that. But why put her through all this? You have no idea the kind of torture I’ve put her through, and I’m her best friend,” she giggled quietly.

“There are forces that don’t want her to exist,” Tamara answered ominously.

Tamara opened the door to the outside as a large male elf entered pushing past them rudely, “God forsaken deer. You three! Feed them before I eat them!” he grumbled as he went inside.

“How does a surly prick like that become an elf again?” Melissa asked, assuming she had just met James.

“That’s James, and yeah I agree he is a prick, but you are just born a elf. Doesn’t always mean you're nice.”

“Heh. Kind of like a certain dwarf,” Melissa giggled.

“You mean Grumpy?” both elfs giggled, “He’s always grumpy, but not in a bad way. He’s come around here a few times to help Santa.”

“He’s real too?!” Melissa gasped. “I’m... not... really dreaming am I?” she finally admitted. “This is just way too real. Wait, um, does this mean I’m … magic too?”

“Yes. You, Jane Frost, Jennifer Bunny, and some others live in the real world, but the rest still live in the Story-book realm.” Tamara answered, “The workshop exists between both worlds.”

“This is so cool. I wish I could tell Jane. Hell, I wish I could tell Jane she really is a girl. I mean, she’s fooling no one but herself. And she is soooo cute.” She suddenly stopped herself, blushing.

“If your father is going to go talk to Jack, I’m sure that she will know soon,” Misty advised. “Poor girl. This is going to be a lot for her to handle. She’s definitely going to need friends.”

Melissa nodded. “Jen and I’ll be there for her. I mean... Can you keep a secret?” she suddenly asked.

“Yes but you’d best hurry. The little one’s on her way back, and she’s a blabber mouth,” Tamara giggled.

“It’s just, I’ve had feelings for Jane since we first met. I even asked her to prom hoping she’d take the damn hint. But I’ve put my feelings for her aside for the sake of our friendship this long, so I can do it a little longer.”

“Don’t wait forever. I almost lost Tamara because I was shy.” Misty giggled.

Melissa’s jaw dropped. “Wait... You mean you’re... I mean...” she stumbled over her words. She couldn’t fathom what she was hearing. “Nobody where I’m from knows I even like girls, least of all Jane,” she sighed. “No, that I love Jane. I’m crazy about her.”

“Aww, you should tell her!” the young elf bubbled happily, just before she tripped and tumbled arse over ears. The basket she was carrying miraculously only lost one apple, which rolled to a stop at Melissa’s foot. Melissa blushed, but giggled a little as she picked up the apple, offering it to the little elf.

“You know what? You’re right. I should just tell her. But I don’t want to lose our friendship - and friends are what she’s going to need. I’ll just … tell her the truth, and then tell her I’m her friend first.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Tamara answered cheerfully. “Misty and I are friends first, and lovers second.” Tamara grinned, adding, “Even Santa approved of our relationship.”

Melissa blushed furiously at that. “Um, yeah, I haven’t really had the heart to tell my parents I’m lesbian yet,” she trailed off. “I kept hoping Jace- I mean Jane would take the hints so I could at least pretend to be dating a guy - even if like, everyone sees her for what she really is,” she giggled.

“Um, sorry. I didn’t mean to totally sidetrack you guys. You were going to introduce me to the reindeer?” she asked, sounding almost as excited as the proverbial kid on Christmas morning.

“Oh! Yes, this way. They’ love to hang out here in their fuzzy form.” Misty grinned and led Melissa through the snow, which was cold, but not as bitterly freezing cold as she was expecting. “Ok the Reindeer playroom is up ahead.”

It was in fact, more like a play castle. Melissa had mistaken it for a large hill in the distance, but now she could clearly see the large building, decorated in various Christmas-themed decorations.

“So that’s what they do all day now that they don’t have to pull the sleigh anymore, huh?” she teased.

“Like your parents, they are royals around here,” Misty giggled.

“Oh God. Does that make me some kind of princess? I mean my parents called me their little princess growing up, but I didn’t think anything of it.”

“Yes, and Jane is a Princess too. You both are literally royals,” Tamara answered.

“There are several kingdoms in Story-book.” Misty added..

“Story-book,” she echoed. “That name sounds familiar for some reason. So I’m a magical princess from a fantasy land and my future girlfriend is the proverbial Snow Princess. Somebody remind me to ask Dad what kind of magic I have, if any,” she teased, as she followed her tour guides.

Misty opened the door to the Reindeer play room, and Tamara called, “Now Rudolph! Now Dasher, Now Dancer, now Prancer and Vixen! Come Comet! Come Cupid! Come Donner and Blitzen! Everyone we have a guest.”

“Do you REALLY have to say it like that?” a female voice groaned before another added, “Oh boy, can we eat her?!” Melissa squeaked, ducking down to hide behind Misty.

“Hey! No eating me, I brought apples! You guys do like apples right?”

“Oh good God yes. Apple pies?” Dancer commented as she approached. Each of the reindeer were much larger than Melissa, and she couldn’t help noticing that they all sounded female.

“Fresh apples, but I’m sure sweet pea here would whip you guys up some apple pies if I ask nicely?” she asked, glancing at the little elf with a giggle. “I didn’t know what to expect, but I didn’t want to visit empty-handed either.”

“I do have a name you know,” the little elf giggled.

“Yep. Her name is clumsy,” Rudolph answered in a rather wise tone, paused, giggled, and added, “No, seriously her name is Rachel.”

“Well, I’m Melissa. Um, I’m... apparently the big man’s daughter,” Melissa answered, blushing.

Blitzen kicked a soccer ball to the front and approached. “Yeah, we know who you are. I used to give you rides around the skating pond when you were little” She sounded a little more spirited than Rudolph, who definitely gave Melissa a feeling of refinement in her tone.

Melissa’s eyes widened. “God, I haven’t been skating in years. I wish I could remember this place, and all of you.”

“Hey it’s no big deal. You’re here now, and you can remember us from now on,” Dancer replied sweetly.

“I hope so. I’ve seen so much in just a short time. I don’t ever want to forget it.”

“Hey girls, let’s introduce ourselves properly,” Dasher announced with a clip of her hoof, and suddenly all the reindeer started to transform. They stood upright and, a moment later, nine tall elves, easily as tall as Melissa, now stood before her.

Dasher had gone from near-black fur to hair as black as night, with crystal clear blue eyes, dressed in a comfortable, light blue jacket and black leggings extending down into a pair of black patent flats. Dancer’s hair was a rich sapphire blue. Prancer’s, as white as Melissa’s coat, was offset by her pink jacket and knit cap.

Vixen was the least like her name, wearing a floor length gown that Melissa thought made her look like a Princess from a child’s fairytale. Donner and Cupid each had chestnut brown hair and green eyes - they almost looked like twins, but for some faint differences in their facial features. Comet had light ginger hair, almost strawberry blonde, in a long ponytail. Blitzen’s hair was chestnut, in a tight bun, and she wore a tracksuit with athletic shoes, quite a stark contrast to the rest.

Rudolph, smiling brightly, had deep, fiery red hair and wore a white faux fur coat just like Melissa’s, over a red turtleneck sweater dress and black leggings..

“Holy shit,” Melissa whispered. Her eyes were as big as a couple of Rachel’s cookies. “They definitely left that part out of the songs.”

Rachel corrected with a giggle, “You mean Holly flakes.”

“Holly stakes?” Melissa teased, playing on her favorite Charles Dickens story.

“Don’t encourage her!” Rudolph groaned playfully.

Misty giggled. “She doesn’t like to curse even when Santa isn’t here. She says its not proper for a workshop elf to swear.”

“I think it’s cute,” Melissa giggled.

Dancer rolled her eyes. “You would,” she teased. “Oh, you don’t know the different kinds of Elves do you?”

Melissa shook her head. “Up until tonight I didn’t know elves were real - no offense.”

“Ok,” she answered, “Workshop elves are small like Misty, Tamara, Rachel and the rest, and they can build anything. We are shapechangers. We are taller then workshop elves, and tend to prefer our animal forms. You are what they call magical Elves. You can do all three jobs and then some.”

She paused, and Rudolph added, “That means that yes, in a pinch, you could turn into a reindeer and help pull the sleigh, if we still had to tow that God forsaken thing,” she teased.

Melissa seemed for a moment transfixed on Dancer, starring quite intently as she listened. “Wait,” she suddenly blinked. “You mean I’m an elf?”

Rodolph giggled, “You mean you haven't noticed your pointy ears? Even in the mortal world your ears should be slightly pointed.”

Melissa blinked again, and slowly reached up to touch her ears. She squeaked. “Oh, holy night, I’m a vulcan!”

“Oh god they aren’t that bad are they?” Donner exclaimed as she grabbed a mirror and rushed over, pushing Melissa’s hair back. “Oh thank God. They aren’t - see?”

Melissa, looking this way and that, sighed, relieved. “They just felt that way, but I can see what you mean now. I guess because I’ve never had short hair I just never noticed.”

Misty tilted her head slightly as she looked at Melissa, “Not even when you tuck your hair behind your ears?”

Melissa laughed as she shook her head. “I guess I’ve just always ignored it. It’s one of the funny traits of living in my world. People ignore what’s right under their noses - just ask Jane.”

“Say girls any of you up for some ice skating?” Prancer asked.

“Oh, gosh,” Melissa squeaked again. “I’d love to, but like I said earlier I haven’t been on skates in years. I’m afraid I’d just hurt myself.”

“Its like riding a bike! Don’t worry, the ice is cushy here, you won’t hurt yourself. It’s a perk of living on the border between realms,” Donner injected, “Besides, you seem to be wearing the proper attire to go skating anyway.”

“Okay, you talked me into it,” she giggled, practically bubbling over with excitement. “Thank you - all of you - for making me feel so welcome by the way. This is all so surreal.”

“You’re family; that’s why,” Cupid answered, giving Melissa a hug/ “We are cousins after all.”

“I just have one thing that’s been kind of nagging at the back of my mind tonight... Jane’s really a girl, disguised as a guy. I’m … not going to turn into a guy am I?” she asked, quite serious.

Everyone giggled, “No you were born a girl, and no major magic was used on you that anyone knows of.” Comet commented.

“Oh, thank God,” she sighed with relief. “Okay, crisis averted. Now we can have some fun - and I promise no ‘reindeer games’ jokes.”

Rudolph snorted. “Smart girl.”

Misty stood at the edge of the pond and took a magical photo of Melissa skating on the ice, “See you are a natural on the ice!” she called out, snapping another of Prancer, which she handed off to Tamara, whispering something in her ear. Tamara giggled, cupping her hands over a snowball. When she opened them again, a small snowglobe had replaced it. She slipped it into her pocket.

Melissa laughed as she leapt into the air and spun. She slipped on the landing, but Dancer caught her and sent her into a spin, giggling as she skated away.

“You know all those lame stories about us in your world?” Rodolph asked as she skated up closer.

Melissa skidded to a stop and turned to face her, her cheeks turning just a little bit redder. “Um, yeah? Not like I asked about them or anything beforehand, honest,” she answered guiltily.

“Some of them are cute, but I really wish people would quit saying I have a glowing nose.” Rudolph sighed.

“Yeah, now that I’ve met you I can honestly say you have a really cute nose,” Melissa answered. “And it’s neither red, nor shiny,” she added, trying not to giggle.

“Thanks I pride myself on my nose!” Rudolph giggled. “So are you going to shy away from us all again or can we start to come visit you and your family on Christmas like we did when you were a baby?”

“I’d love it if you could visit us, and I’d love to come back here and visit you too,” Melissa answered honestly before hugging her. “I wish I could’ve grown up knowing all of you. This place is just so amazing.”

“Then it’s settled,” Vixen announced as she stepped out onto the ice. “We’re spending Christmas in the Mortal world this year!”