A Very Girly Christmas

Christmas Eve. Sam sat on his couch looking at the beautifully decorated tree. The lights were bright, the ornaments were shining, and the golden star at the top shimmered with a golden radiance. But it didn't mean much to Sam. Every year he asked for one thing. But he never got what he wanted. He was always disappointed on Christmas morning.

Sam was a transgender. He was born male, but desired nothing more than to be female. He didn't want to play sports or do anything manly. He didn't want to wear pants and a T-Shirt every day. He wanted to paint his nails, go shopping, and talk about boys with his girlfriends. He wanted to wear panties, skirts, and blouses, do his makeup every day, and have long hair. But every year he was disappointed.

As he looked at the tree, he wondered if anyone was even listening to his wishes. Was there a God? He knew Santa Clause didn't exist, but did God? Was someone listening? If he was listening, why wasn't he answering. Why couldn't Sam be Samantha? And if there wasn't a God, why was he like this? What forced him inside a male body. Why couldn't he have been born female? Was it God's mistake, or a gentic mistake? Or was it him? He knew being transgender was technically a mental disorder, but was there really something wrong with him?

Sam's questions overwhelmed him, and a tear came to his eye. He wiped it away, and put his head in his hands.

Why am I so different?

Sam continued to think about who he was. Who he was meant to be. He eventually fell asleep on the couch, and awoke later in the night by a firm hand. Sam looked up and saw someone familiar standing over him.

"Santa?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Ha ha ha! Always the look of surprise! What's the matter? Don't believe in me?"

"Well.... no..."

"Well why not? I'm right here! Ho Ho Ho!"

"But theres no way that-"

"No way that what? I could exist? Ho Ho think again boy! Pleased to meet you Sam!" he held out a large hand in a pristine white glove.  

"It is a pleasure to meet you too sir." he said in a shaky voice, shaking his hand.

"So tell me Sam. What is it that you want for Christmas?"

"Well sir, I'm not exactly.... normal. I'm a transgender, and I..."

"You want to be a young lady, don't you Sam?"

"Yes sir." he said quietly.

"Well, I could do that. But are you sure? You want to be a girl?"

"Yes sir."

"Tell me Sam. Why is it you feel you were supposed to be a girl?"

"Well sir, I don't like being a boy. It feels wrong. I know that I was meant to be a girl from the beginning. But for some reason, by a horribly cruel twist of fate, I was put into this body. But, you can fix it. Right?"

He stared at Sam for a while. A dazed look in his eye.

"Yes Sam. I can fix it. And I can tell that you truly honestly want me to. Here goes nothing."

He raised his right hand, "Merry Christmas Samantha." and snapped his fingers.


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She woke up in her bed, her little brother violently shaking her.

"Get up! Its Christmas! Its Christmas! Santa came! Santa came! Come on! Lets go!" he ran out of the room, barging into their parents' room.

She blinked and looked around. She was in her room, but it looked completely different. The dark green comforter was now a hot pink. His light grey walls were now a baby blue. She looked down at herself, and gasped as she saw what Santa's magic had done. She was female. A woman. Finally, she was a woman. She was wearing black panties and a black bra. Her nails were painted a deep Christmas red. She smiled, her teeth a pearly white. Santa had done it. After all these years, Santa finally answered her only wish. Samantha noticed a pink bathrobe hanging up. She walked out of bed, making for it. She noticed she was smaller, much smaller. About half a foot of her male height had been lost. Her waist was thin, but her thighs curvy. Her toenails were also painted red. Santa thought of everything. As she approached the bathrobe, she noticed that her little brother didn't seem to notice the sudden change of his sibling. Or that the room was completely different. Santa hadn't just made Sam a girl, Santa had completely changed Sam's life, and everyone around him. Everyone was already used to Samantha.

She picked up the pink bathrobe, and slipped her arms into it. It couldn't have been softer. The robe was heavy and warm. She tied it around her waist, and walked into the bathroom. Again, she noticed the height change. The sink was much higher u now. Samantha had long straight brown hair. A soft round face, pouty lips, hazelnut eyes, and a cute little nose. Her brother cried out again, urging her to come downstairs.

She slowly walked down the stairs. Taking her time as her shorter legs needed more practice. She saw her brother opening presents next to the tree, and her parents standing there. She ran over to them and hugged them. She was longer their son, she was finally their daughter.

"Merry Christmas!" she said, trying to hold back tiers.

"Merry Christmas Samantha."