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A male or female is chosen to become the new Mrs. Claus when the old one has had enough
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Chapter #5

A New Mrs. Claus

    by: TheNewJaxson Author IconMail Icon
“Check out what I took off Ms. Walles desk,” Derek laughed as he opened his palm for his circle of friends to look. “Her wedding ring!”

“She’s MS. Walles not MRS. Walles, you dumb fuck!” his friend Ritchie teased him.

“Yeah that isn’t her ring,” Lars laughed.

“Oh yeah,” Derek conceded the point as his other friends joined in on the laughter. He then slipped the ring on his finger and began to joke, “Look at me I’m married an poor Ms. Walles never will with her big huge butt!”

Everyone laughed and the bell rang to get to final period, and as his friends all scattered not to be late Derek was left in the hallway still laughing and still with the ring on his finger. What finally stopped his laughter was a tight constricting feeling along his waist.

Rushing to the bathroom Derek pulled his shirt up to see what was going on with his waist. His mouth dropped at the sight he beheld; his waist had shrunk giving him hips much like a woman. “What the fuck is going on?” he asked getting scared.

He didn’t have long to think as he felt a tightness in his chest that dropped him to the floor. It was long agonizing minutes before the pain stopped, and even longer minutes before Derek was bale to catch his breath. With shaking knees Derek made his way to his feet, having to lean on the sink in front of him to steady himself and poked his chest, wincing in pain at his own touch. He winced again as he touched his chest, gulping hard at ho it felt puffy under his touch. “No. No. No. No. Noooooooo!”

Breasts. Derek now had breasts, a fact that was staring him in the face as he pulled his shirt off. They weren’t big, barely an A cup at best, but they were definitely breasts, womanly breasts. And they were hanging off his chest with a perkiness that he would normally have admired but now just horrified him.

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