This choice: Kim wanders home fat and alone and begins to age into her late 40's • Go Back... Kim waddled her way through the streets of Los Angeles, lost in thought about how she was going o et out of the mess she was in now. She couldn’t see it herself, since the vain socialite avoided her reflection at all costs, but she was aging. Not too rapidly, but she was definitely at least 40 now, and likely to be in her late 40’s by the time she arrived home.
Kim opened her door and tried to pass through, the paparazzi gathered outside her house, mistaking her for her fat maid again. She had just gotten her belly inside, when she felt her hips wedge into the doorframe. “Are you kidding me?” she asked in exasperation. “Are you freaking kidding me?”
Kim put her hands on the doorframe and began to push, she redoubled her efforts when the laughter from the paparazzi began to rise and became too much for her to stand. “C’mon, c’mon!” She grunted before forcing her way through. She fell forward and collapsed on top of her bulging belly and massive tits. She flopped her arms and legs like a turtle on it s back. She rocked herself side to side until she was able to gain a foothold and scramble to her feet.
She took her scarf off her head, letting her snow white hair flow free. It was slightly limper, but her daily routines kept it plenty healthy. “God, I’m so hot,” she complained as she wrestled with her black wool sweater to get it off. When she was finally free of it she looked down and stomped her foot in frustration. Her huge bulbous body was covered in sweat. “Gawd, I’m a pig!” she cried.
She flopped down on her couch, and accidentally looked into one of the mirrors she kept everywhere. Horror grew on her face as she slowly moved closer. “Crow’s feet? Crow’s Feet! CROW’S FEET!” she said becoming manic. She looked over her face and found all types of tell tale signs that she was a woman in her late 40’s. “I’m FAT and I’m OLD! Are you freaking kidding me?!?”
“Not only do I have to spend the ret of my life doing charity work, uhg, but I have to be fat and old too. Why did this happen to me and not some poor nobody?” Kim whined to herself, her vanity and self-absorption in full effect.
“Because you think things like that,” said the former Mrs. Claus, who suddenly appeared in a doorway. “Some people might actually cherish an opportunity to work with and be around children the rest of their life.”
“Some people aren’t famous,” Kim shot back. “Seriously how would helping kids help e get the money I deserve for making appearances?”
“You are a greedy self absorbed woman, Kim Kardashian, and you need to mend your ways,” Mrs. Claus commanded, a chill appearing in the air. “Before Santa comes to collect his new wife you must complete the following three tasks:
1. Give of yourself to the sick and needy children. Make a difference in one of their lives.
2. Do something nice with no need for reward for the children and disadvantaged families around you. Give a new start to a family that needs it.
3. Clothe yourself in the uniform of your new station, be proud to be Mrs. Claus, and do not seek to hide form it.
Do you understand what I have instructed you to do Kim?”
“Yes, but what if I refuse?” Kim asked as she narrowed he eyes in anger and spite.
“Then be prepared to eat grass Rudolph! You have 3 days to complete your tasks, I would start soon, you foul contemptuous brat!” And with that, the former Mrs. Claus stepped back into the shadows only to disappear. Kim tried to cross her arms over her massive fun bags; thoughts of how to get out of all this and get Khloe and Kourtney yo do it for her already forming in her mind.
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