Chapter #5The Christmas Cloak by: Ëtalfni   You were a lazy student by the name of Clarence Tides. In your last year of college, you were going to graduate with a Communications major and had no idea what you'd be doing with your life once you were out of college. For now, you had taken to doing some community service as a part of your major for around the holidays with a few of your other peers.
The theme was a North Pole styled food house for the homeless in your university's city. Everyone was dressed in costume as Santa Claus, elves, or reindeer. As was usual, you came to the job without any sort of proper outfit to wear, much to your class head's dismay.
"Clarence, what the hell are you doing!?" asked Sally White, the student organizer of the event.
She was a chubby girl, short and stout, while being only a little younger than you. Her thick glasses covered a cute face that would probably have made her attractive if she wasn't such a heavy weight. You had a hard time not staring at her breasts, whose cleavage still managed to peek out of her sweater despite her wearing as conservative of clothes as possible. It certainly didn't help that you had to look down at her. Being well over six feet yourself, Sally was in the low five foot range. She had fiery red hair that matched the colors of the Christmas lights hanging overhead.
"Uh, helping?" you gave a flimsy excuse, rubbing the back of your head.
"Haven't you looked around? We're all in costume!" Even she was wearing a Rudolf outfit, complete with a big red nose and antlers. "Didn't you bring something to wear!?"
"My jeans and T-Shirt."
She groaned. "Look, if you're not going to take this seriously then go home! Some of us are here for good deeds. Not trying to earn credits so we can graduate."
"Look, I messed up, okay, Sally? Don't you have something extra I can wear?"
"No. But there's a local thrift store down the street. If you hurry, you can find something before we close up."
You smiled. "Thanks, Sally."
She just huffed in reply and returned to managing the food in the kitchen. You excused yourself from the food house and wandered along the streets.
Even though it was late December, it was unusually warm. Everyone was wandering around in a T-Shirt, just like you, with only a few wearing anything festive. It didn't feel like Christmas at all. The weather was muggy ad miserable with little holiday cheer going around. But you ignored the troubles of Christmas and hurried down the street.
The thrift store was easy enough to spot and looked in worse repair than the food house you hadj ust come from.
"Welcome!" said the chubby redheaded woman at the front. She looked strangely familiar. "How can I help you?"
"Hey...Have any Christmas costumes?"
"Oh, I don't know about that specifically, but we might have something in the back that would suit your needs."
"Thanks..."
Without a second thought to the weirdly jolly woman, you followed the aisle all the way to the back of the store. There was all sorts of Christmas junk on display, from lights to tinsel. The displays eventually dissolved into holiday customers, including some of the less work appropriate ones.
"Kinky," you muttered as you browsed the selection.
Unfortunately, most of the outfits were designed for women only. Your eyes glanced over the various slutty clothes until something unusual caught your attention.
It was a rather plain looking cloak in comparison to the other clothing, fitting with the holiday theme. Something was authentic about it though. It looked like it was real white fur and rich red velvet. even the little bit of mistletoe at the hem of the cloak looked genuine. Best of all, it would satisfy Sally's needs concerning a costume for the food kitchen.
"Meh, whatever," you muttered out loud. "So long as this gets her off my back, I couldn't care less."
Unfortunately for you and your indifference, this was no ordinary cowl. You were about to discover the importance of Christmas spirit the hard way. But how soon would you come to regret your purchase?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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