This choice: She tricks Michelle into taking her wedding ring and putting it on. • Go Back...Chapter #4"Goodbye Michelle, Hello Mrs. Claus!" by: TheNewJaxson   It wouldn’t be too difficult for Mrs. Claus to use her magic to manipulate a situation to force Michelle to find her ring. The only problem would be that the transformation would be a slow one, and as Michelle became her, she would return to her pre-Mrs. Claus body. “Oh what do I really care?” she laughed. “I’ll be me, and those shares of apple, Sony, and Microsoft I bought back in the day would make sure I’m set for life!” So as details for a life changing plan fell into place, Mrs. Claus started packing, packing for her new life.
Michelle was returning home, high as Hell on weed, when she looked up at her run down building. “This place sucks,” she sneered as she ascended the stairs. Her mother had left years ago, her older brother left and never came back, her younger siblings were taken by the state, and her father spit on her more than he said hello. She was just about to open her front door, when she spotted a gold band on the floor. “Is that a ring?” she asked as she bent down to pick it up. Looking it over she saw it was decorated with engravings of presents and missile toe. She knew it was probably a neighbor’s but thought, “Ahh, Fuck ‘em!” as she put it over her finger. Immediately a laugh echoed through the empty hallway, sending a cold winter chill down her spine. A uncomfortable tightness, like a pinching sensation, formed in her breast, belly, and ass like her clothes no longer fit just right, and were just barely a size too small.
Heading inside Michelle saw her father drunk an passed out in the living room, and spit on him for a change before heading to the bathroom. She stripped down to see her bra was cutting into her shoulders slightly, “It never does that. It would be awesome if my titties were getting bigger! Give those nerds something to drool over as I kick their asses!” She climbed into the shower and washed, spending extra time on her tits, hoping a little love would make them grow. Upon exiting she dried her hair, but noticed a single gray hair among her long, mid back, raven tresses. “Are you Fucking kidding me? A gray hair at 17! Unbelievable!”
She marched to bed where she almost immediately fell asleep. In her dreams she was surrounded by what she thought were midgets, and she was dressed like her Granny used to. She was laughing and smiling, while baking cookies and passing them out to the midgets. Were they midgets? There seemed to be something a little off about them. Soon a large man entered her condition and wrapped her in his arms and whispered, “I love you Michelle, and you’re the best Mrs. Claus yet!”
“Mrs. Claus?” she asked pushing him away. She looked at him and realized, “You’re Santa!” Looking to the mirror she saw she was an old, albeit wrinkle free and sexy as Hell, Mrs. Claus. “What’s happening?”
“Wake up Michelle,” her reflection answered.
“What?” Michelle asked it again panicked.
“Wake up!”
Michelle sat up awake, and looked at her phone. 13 hours had passed. She sprinted to the bathroom and stared at he mirror. But even though her reflection didn’t talk this time it told her…
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