When Ashley was a little girl she loved machines and building things. Sure she loved girly things as well, like dolls and clothes, but she also taking things apart and putting them back together, and when she was 4 she told her mother and father how she wanted to work with mechanic. Her parents were absolutely horrified by the idea and so they told Ashley that only poor men should be mechanics and that she should only be concerned with girly things. And so Ashley spent the rest of her life thinking that she was a freak for wanting to fix and build cars. She hid her secret from every one she knew afraid of what people would think if they knew. But Santa was going to set that strait.
"Ashley since you have been selected to be Miss. Clause for the year, you are going to have to contribute to the work shop." Said Santa as he lead Ashley around the work shop, her Stiletto heels clicking against the hard wood floor. The only good thing about having to spend time with her was the eye candy. Ashley was wearing tight designer jeans, and a pink tank top that left little to the imagination. That was nice except the girl was built like a trig, almost anorexic and with the exception of her plastic breasts she had very few curves."Well were just going to have put some muscles on those bare bones, won't we?" Though an excited Santa "Hey that wasn't in the contract I signed for this stupid contest!" Protested the whinny 18 year old who was still under the apparition that she won a fake beauty contest that Santa created. "I thought I was getting a year long dream vacation."
"Well if you had paid attention to the whole thing you would have seen that the winner would a get a chance to try her dream job at Santa's work shop for a whole year." Answered Santa.
"Ya well I must have missed the part were you asked me to tell you what my dream job is!" Whined Ashley.
"Ug, this girl is straining even MY pations." Thought the annoyed Santa while he answered. "Little girl, you forget, I'm Santa Clause. My job is to know your dreams."
"The real Santa hu? OK "Santa", so what like is this big fancy job you want me to do?" Ashley said sarcastically. "Well first you have to settle in, then after you get properly dressed for the job come to my office in the back of the work shop to meet the your boss."
And with that Ashley followed the group of elves that was carrying her mountain of luggage, filled with dresses, shoes, make-up, and lots of other useless crap that Ashley claimed was nessary. The whole way there Ashley complained and whined how the elves need to be more careful with her stuff. The now tired and pissed off elves opened the door to Ashley's private room leasing her in side. The room was nice and cosy. It had four poster bed, a T.V, a large bathroom, a balcony, and a lit fire place that bathed the room in a warm glow. But for some reason there was faintest smell of a gasoline and motor oil. Inward Ashley loved that smell more any other smell, but on the out side...
"EWWW! It smells like a cheap ass gas station in here!" Complained the bimbo. "Sorry ma'm, we will alert management of this and they will deal with it as soon as possible." One of the female elves said, but what she really meant was "Screw you, you blond bitch." "Also in your closet you will find the uniform for your new job here along with your id card, anything else you would need." "What ever." Ashley responded, not even paying attention to the elf women as she took of her shoes. After a soothing bath while enjoying the faint smell of cars, Ashley decide to at least have look at the uniform in the closet. So Ashley walk over to the large wooden closet and opened the door. In side she saw a white t-shirt, a pair of overalls, and a pair of work boots. On the side of the door was tool belt fully stocked. She also saw her id sticking out of one of the belts pockets. On it it read, "Name: Ashley Reason for staying: Miss. Clause for the year Job:Assistant Mechanic." Her heart jumped a beat when she read what her job was. Excitement and worry filled her as she tried to figure out how they knew what her dream is. She puts on the uniform any ways, telling her self that she needs to figure out what was happening here. Having the uniform on was weird, it felt like she was meant wear this uniform, yet everything felt to big and awkward, like she wasn't quite ready to wear it yet. She took a look at the full figure mirror next to her bed and saw how the uniform seem to be made just for her. She couldn't admit, even to her self but she felt she looked great in it. And while looking at the mirror a piece of her told her she would look even better if she had some muscles and a better figure to show off.
But Ashley refused to look happy and so she marched off to Saint's office to complain. As she walked through the still mostly deserted factory, Ashley couldn't help but notice how great it was wearing the uniform. She felt like she was finally able to be her self. Yet there was also the feeling of discomfert, it seemed to her that the uniform knew that she still wouldn't admit how great it was wearing it and it wanted to tell her that. Parts of it felt to small, others to big, it would also make her itch and scratch.
Finally she made it to Santa's office. The door was open and in a big red leather chair sat the fat bastard looking over some paper work. Ashley knew that he was part of some huge plan, that someone must of found out her secret and was now playing with her. She marched right up to his desk and said "What is the big idea?! Claiming that your Santa and that you are going to my secret dream of being a mechanic, then having me dress up as one?!"
Santa calmly looked up from his papers and playfully replied, "So it is your secret dream to be a mechanic." "What! I never said that!"
"If it's not your secret dream, then why did you put on the uniform? Or how about when you were 4 you asked me to send you a tool box?" "I never did." "Yes you did, it was on secret list you made, right between the new Barbie doll and world peace."   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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