All characters depicted are 21+. This story contains mature kink-related themes.
A light jingling of bells reaches my well-rested ears and I begin to stir. As I stretch out in my fluffy pink bed, wearing my soft cotton frilled pajamas, I feel an impending sense of holiday cheer. It’s Christmas morning!
As I look out the window, I can see the sun hasn’t even risen yet. I turn off my alarm, lest anyone else wakes up and begrudges me for it. I am ready to make sure everyone has a good impression of me today. After all, third time's the charm!
I turn on the bedside lamp, a cute little thing with purple polka dots on the shade. Before I wash up and brush my teeth, I take care of the most important thing this morning. Presents!
First, I look inside the nightstand. Inside are several knickknacks such as bobby pins, batteries, some old press-on nails…and a thin pink nail file. “Exactly what I need!” Kneeling beside my small pile of magnificently wrapped presents, I pull the topmost gift towards me. I carefully use the file to peel back the tape holding the seams down. I gingerly lift the wrapping paper as close to one of the corners as possible and…
I can see the shipping label! This one is from a boutique clothing store that Eve enjoys based on what Effie told me. I peek into the nightstand once again and rummage through it. There are so many hair clips…an old massage wand…and…”Aha!”
A pen! I click the wonderful device and re-wrap the gift, taking care to mimic Mother’s creases. Once that’s done, I scribble a miniscule “Eve” on the bottom edge of the gift. I fist pump the air, glad to have found a way to sort out this small error. I can grab some actual tags downstairs once I’ve made a note of which gift is which.
As I repeat this process for each box in turn, I manage to find each of the correct presents for Eve, Emma, and Mother. I also deduce that I correctly gave Effie her presents as I am left with a number of boxes that were shipped here but had non-descript companies they were sent from. This matches the discreet packaging I was hoping for, including the labels “From Santa” on each of them.
I’m feeling great, until I count the remaining packages. I feel a moment of panic as I realize there aren’t enough packages here. Looking at my phone, I go through each purchase in turn. Then I calm down. A few items are not updating properly, with the tracking number and associated websites saying that the weather may be causing delays. I assume there is also an added layer of extra Christmas morning traffic to these websites, so I can’t rely on them to update properly. It’s enough to assuage my nerves.
I sigh in relief, it seems that none of my secret gifts had been given to Effie or somehow lost! Those last items will have to be a problem I have to deal with later. It may mean staying longer than expected, but hopefully with the cards being in my favor this morning, everything will turn out alright. All I have to do now is get cleaned up, set the presents under the tree, and enjoy a jolly good time with a trio of attractive women!
As I brush my teeth and wash my face, I take a gander at myself in the bathroom mirror. My long curly hair is a bit unkempt, but I can look forward to a bit of a trim from Mother. My pink, ruffled pajamas are embroidered with lace at the neck while the three-quarter sleeves are much too short for my liking. The delicate white bow on the chest doesn’t do me any favors, as I look like a rather slim lady in these. I would usually avoid complaining about wearing an outfit like this in secret but being a guest wearing someone else’s clothes, the situation doesn’t sit well with me. Especially in these jammies that would look better on an American Girl doll.
I peer into the closet to see if Emma left anything worthwhile in there. Sure, it’d make her mad to see me in some old ripped jeans and a band shirt of hers but that would be better than my current ensemble. “Alas…” I mumble to myself as my hopes are shot down.
Her old closet is filled to the brim with girlish attire and more pink in general. I can feel my heart soar with wonder as I realize Emma’s old style included Sweet Lolita fashion as well as several wigs, accessories, and shoes. Normally, I’d drool over the ability to raid this closet but I remember I must get downstairs. Instead I hold onto the thought as potential fuel for when I get into a friendly spat with her.
“Hey, you know what would make you look cute and net you a boyfriend? If you dolled yourself up in that bubble gum pink attire in your closet!” I giggle to myself at the thought.
“I may not get another chance but I shouldn’t take the risk…” I think to myself before heading downstairs, resigning myself to staying in Eve’s old clothing. As I creep down the hallways with my presents in tow, I soon find myself under the watchful eye of Mother and her daughters. The portraits follow me as I tiptoe down the stairs. The fluffy slippers muffle each and every footstep, while I am careful to take each turn nice and slowly. I don’t want another mishap!
I eventually find myself in the drawing room again. I can see the decorating materials are still out, so I write a few tags and carefully stick them on the correct gifts. As I leave the room, I salute the ashes of the corn maze husband. Then, in due time I arrive in the living room where the Christmas tree alone lights up the room.
Twinkling lights, sparkling tinsel, and a luminous star sit upon the tree. Surrounding it are piles of presents, ranging from tiny to massive. I can feel myself growing excited as I lay out my gifts, trying to position them just right so they don’t appear haphazardly tossed into the fray. As I place the final gift, the room is suddenly filled with bright light.
Turning around, I’m blinded by the abrupt shift in brightness but am able to make out a blurry and well-proportioned figure walking towards me. “Young man, I hope you’re not attempting to open your presents early.”
As my eyes adjust to the light, I can see Mother before me, wearing a pair of silk red two-piece pajamas. The emerald-green trimmed clothing fits her body in an incredible manner, while still managing to be loose enough to give the silk room to flow and breathe. She has her bob and makeup styled immaculately for this early in the morning, while wearing luxurious black slippers. She smirks at me as I realize I’m obviously a deer in highlights once more.
“N-no ma’am! I was just placing your gifts under the tree!” She chuckles as she extends a hand, helping me stand up.
“I was just teasing you, I’m actually glad to see you up this early. I need a bit of help setting up a bit of Christmas magic for the other girls.” She hands me a pair of overstuffed stockings, with the names “Emma” and “Eve” embroidered on them. “If you’ll place these over on the sofa, those two like to sit with each other. I already sent Effie along with hers, which I’m sure she dug through on the car ride back…”
She chuckles as she saunters away, placing one more stocking on an armchair. I can see the large red thing is filled to the brim and has a familiar name embroidered as well. “Oh! Is someone else coming?”
Mother looks up at me, surprised. “W-well, I mean, who’s Antoinette?” She looks down at the stocking and for a second seems befuddled before she gasps.
“Oh! I’m so sorry dear! You must forgive me. When Effie told me your name and I began your stocking…I’m just so used to having girls around the house I must not have realized what I was doing at the time…oh, you must think me so disrespectful!” I am taken aback by seeing her actually flustered that I immediately begin waving my hands.
“No! Of course not! I-I can totally see why you would have thought that, honestly it makes sense being around girls all the time!” She has her hands gingerly placed against her cheeks as she continues to blush. It’s quite a sight. “A-and I love the name Antoinette actually! If I were a girl, it would definitely be what I want to be called!”
“Oh, I can’t wait until I get to use that one!” In the midst of trying to relieve Mother of any undue concerns, I don’t notice Emma and Eve walking in. The former is smirking as she waltzes in wearing a gray tank top and black gym shorts.
Eve is wearing a pair of silk pajamas not unlike her mother, with the inverse of red trim and green fabric. She is also carrying another stocking, this one labeled ‘Mother’. “Merry Christmas mom!”
Mother smiles in return and gives me a small smile, apparently soothed by my words. “And I so appreciate the stocking Mother, you- it really is gorgeous, especially the embroidery!” She gives me a pat on my cheek in gratitude.
“Well, thank you, I appreciate you. Now, how about we get started with some family traditions? It’s customary to take a few items out of your stocking before we get to unwrapping presents!” She seems quite happy as she sashays over to a high-backed chair, where Eve has placed her stocking along with a glass of wine. “Ah! Would you look at that!”
The first item in her stocking is a large, plush pair of reindeer antlers. She immediately moved to place the antlers on her head before taking a sip of her drink. Likewise, it seems that every place including my own has been furnished with a drink. I thank Eve kindly, to which she responds with a warm smile. “So far, so good!”
Emma seems uncharacteristically giddy as she digs through her stocking, pulling out a bright pink, fuzzy headband. “Mom! Why’d you get me pink?!”
Mother chuckles whilst sipping her wine. “Oh, I know you love the color, no matter what phase you’re going through. And look! I see young women wearing them all the time to put their makeup on.”
Emma rolls her eyes as she tries on the headband, lined with pink fuzzy pom poms. She gazes at herself in her phone camera before muttering a quiet, “Thanks mom…” and giving the smallest hint of a smile.
Eve is next, her poise breaking slightly as she digs through her stocking and pulls out a pair of batteries. Confused, she looks over at her mother who shrugs. “Don’t ask me, Emma insisted that I get you ‘the good batteries’. I don’t understand your in-jokes.” She chortles before closing her eyes and taking another sip. In that moment, I notice Eve curiously looking over at Emma who winks in return. She opens her mouth slightly in recognition of whatever that meant, before she furtively glances at the present pile. As though looking for something.
As I’m trying to make sense of everything going on, I see that the other three are now looking at me expectantly. I jump slightly, realizing that we must be taking turns. I reach into the thick Christmas stocking for Antoinette, before pulling out…
A thick pair of thick mittens! The emerald fabric has a muted sheen in the light and is wonderfully soft to the touch. They are lined with thick, fluffy cotton but inserted with other material which makes it clear they will be warm no matter what. “Thank you so much! These look incredible, especially the color. This is such a thoughtful gift, Mother!”
Eve and Mother both beam at me, while Emma rolls her eyes and goes back to scrolling on her phone. “You are very welcome. I found them in a local boutique, I hoped the color would be to your liking. It’s my favorite and would look quite good on you I think.” I smile as I put them on for show, eliciting yet another warm reaction from her.
The circle continues, with each of us pulling out more items from our stockings, including makeup, nail polish, and bath bombs for the ladies and a waterproof razor, luxurious eye mask, and other goodies for myself. They were all picked out with such care, that it was easy to show my appreciation. Mother had also stuffed candy throughout each crevice, so we all happily snack as we make our way through the stockings.
At some point, we take a break to refresh our drinks and Eve places cinnamon rolls in the oven. The delicious odor wafts through the lavish home and my drink makes me feel warm and fuzzy as we move into the next phase. Presents!
Mother starts us off by picking out a gift addressed to her from under the tree. Choosing a moderately-sized present, taking her time in peeling away the paper. The anticipation grows steadily and purposefully, as she eventually pulls out a beautiful, emerald tartan scarf. She gasps as she wraps the fluffy and delicate clothing around her neck. “From Effie, how thoughtful!”
Emma smiles and her eyes grow wide as she pulls out a pair of tickets from a small box. Eve elicits a giddy giggle as she unwraps a simple but expensive looking purse. I take a deep breath as I pick my first gift, settling on a rather large box. I read the label and grin. “From Effie <3”
“Oh c’mon, you can’t open the best ones first…” whines Emma. Eve nods in agreement.
“Shush young lady, it’s his first time! Don’t whine so much, you sound like the time Santa forgot to get you that doll you wanted.” Emma and Eve both blush and go quiet. “Go ahead and open it!” Mother is excited and encouraging as I notice she has a red glow on her face.
I continue to grin as I rip through the wrapping with haste. Eve gives me a small sneer before settling into a more relaxed grin. I open the box and…pull out a dazzling white machine. It was the latest gaming console that I’d been saving up for! I cry out with joy, with Mother giggling in response. “Well, I’m glad my daughter knows what you like. It’s not something the girls grew up with but I’m happy that you're filling the room with your joyful presence.”
I smile brightly at her, before taking out my phone to take a selfie and send it to Effie. She hasn’t responded to an early morning Merry Christmas text yet, so I figure she’s having a good sleep in. “Oh, take one with all of us for her!” Eve is giddy with this idea, as I notice she also has a red glow on her face.
“Like Mother, like daughter!” I joke to myself as I re-angle my phone to oblige. The photo turns out well with all of us looking quite merry. “This is an amazing Christmas morning! Just wish Effie were here!”
With the festive nature of our morning in full swing, we continue to unwrap presents in order until we’re more than halfway through. We are all sitting next to a small pile of treasures, wrapping paper, and ribbon. Emma is sipping away at her drink while listening to Eve and Mother chat animatedly, the wine clearly making them talkers. I am smiling to myself and drinking my own wine as I realize it’s my turn again.
I pick up a rectangular box, which is pristinely wrapped. On the label it says “To Antoine, From Santa”. I grin broadly, thinking Mother or Effie must have thought to add in a surprise to the mix.
Rip
I begin tearing the package open, giddy with excitement. I stop abruptly, suddenly filled with dread.
Glittery pink fabric peeks through the bright and colorful wrapping, I can feel the color leave my face. Sweat begins forming on my forehead. “Nononono, this can’t be happening! How did this end up in the Christmas present pile?!”
“C’mon, what did you get?! Remember the rules! You gotta show everyone what you got!” Eve and Emma are already in good spirits but somehow seem elated as they notice my change in demeanor. “You must have gotten something really good!” This seemingly invites their mother to pay attention to me once again, having been focused on her own open gifts so far.
“That’s right, young man. It’s our holiday tradition to show off and demonstrate our presents, no matter how ridiculous they are…” Her daughters chortle at their mother, who is sitting so pristine and stately in her red silk Christmas pajamas. Even as she points at the silly set of reindeer ears atop her head. She is smiling but as I give pause, she instead gives me a serious glare, letting me know that if someone of her calibur followed these rules…so must I.
My hands are shaking. All my careful planning this morning is out the window. Did Mother wrap this gift instead of placing it in Effie’s room? Did I drop it? Did they know?!
“U-umm, I t-think this must be a p-private- yeah! A private gift from Effie, sorry…” I feel good about this excuse. I can’t let them see this. And surely they like me enough to get away with this…
“Young man. I don’t take kindly to secrets around this house. My girls know this. So did several of my dearly departed husbands. And you can see what happened to them.” She raises her eyebrows and subtly shifts her head towards something on the wall. I follow her gaze, realizing there’s yet another urn on a shelf. Her energy has shifted.
I gulp. “Crap.”
My hand is trembling, hovering over the fabric. Emma is fully invested in me, her dark winged eyes look like she’s caught a mouse in a trap. Eve is heavily curious as well, now leaning forward, clearly trying to see what’s in my hand. I am frozen. Then, I hear a clink.
Mother has set down her wine glass. Her red glow is still present, but now instead of augmenting her allure, it magnifies her ferocity. She stands up. Although short, I feel the weight of fright. She slowly moves towards me, her silk pajamas hugging her every curve and movement as I sit still. I can’t feel my legs and I want to wake up from this nightmare.
She’s standing in front of me and holds out her hand expectantly. I acquiesce easily to her quiet demand and hang my head as I pass her my gift. I can hear her unwrapping the gift further. The fabric rustles as I can hear her shaking out the dress. The other two gasp and giggle with delight.
I look up, face burning bright red. Mother is holding up a pink frilly dress. Ruffles line every hem, including a bib-like collar with a large, heavy-looking bow sewn into the center. The extends past the bib, soft but firm in its body. Another bow is sewn into the waist, where a pink ribbon acts as a belt. The multi-layered circle skirt flutters atop a sewn-in white, fluffy petticoat, which even without a person inside, stretches the skirt out like a cupcake. The fabric shines in the light, sparkling and glittering as though tiny rhinestones are subtly sewn in throughout the dress. Hints of metal also glint in the Christmas tree starlight.
My mouth is dry. My face is burning. Eve and Emma are ecstatic. Mother appears pensieve. She investigates the dress, every detail with her eyes. A slight furrow appears on her forehead when she notices the metal rings throughout the dress. Then she smiles as she surveys me.
My heart is aflutter as she places the dress on her arm, as though she’s about to put it away. But only for the briefest moment. Instead of patting me on the shoulder or telling me to leave…she reaches for my new electric razor. She glances at Eve and Emma, who immediately take the hint to grab the rest of my presents and they begin unwrapping them.
I watch in horror as they screech with delight as more of my secret gifts become presents for their blissful hearts. Tights, high-heeled pink Mary Janes, ruffled panties, and several locks. They carry an embarrassing pile of goods toward me, even as more gifts await. They each have a devilishly large grin on their faces. Mother continues to smile serenely.
She gently places the dress and razor into my hands. Eve and Emma drop everything else atop them. “Go up to your room and change. We have breakfast to look forward to, so be a dear and don’t dally young lady.”
Part of me wishes that I would resist. Run. Call Effie. But instead, I glance at the urn on the shelf and then nod and obey. I slowly make my way to the guest room, with Emma and Eve in tow. I can’t make out what they’re saying, but as I somehow make it to the bathroom, the sounds of them rummaging in the closet can be heard.
I undress, my motions feeling disconnected from my body. I use the razor, which does short work of what body hair I have. I don’t even think as I rinse myself off. I make sure I do a thorough job, not wanting to upset Mother. “What is it about her…I don’t want to disobey?!”
I sigh as I step into the tights, which have frills at the end to look like socks. Then frilly panties, glad to avoid any excitement. Normally this would be an amazing dream scenario but…I feel jittery and on edge. If this were with Effie maybe, but right now I’m being treated as one of Mother’s naughty daughters.
Thankfully they didn’t open a bra or accompanying enhancements. The matching pink Mary Janes come next. I take a deep breath before I pull the dress over my head. The delight of wearing such a frilly bundle of fabric gone, replaced by an uneasy thrill. I manage to zip up the dress and peer at my reflection. I look quite feminine with my longer hair, even without makeup. I move my bangs to make myself as presentable as possible…before I remember that I’m about to face a massive wall of humiliation.
As I peek out into the room, I see that Eve and Emma have already left while I got ready. I slowly walk towards the hallway then staircase. As I look up at the intimidating portrait of Mother, I think through my options. I can run out the door…but I have no car. Plus I've already changed. If I take too long changing back into Eve’s pajamas, they’ll come looking for me. My phone is in the living room. My clothes are still wet and in the laundry room. And I have easily submitted and am wearing…this.
I sigh and look up at Mother’s portrait again. In the light, her eyes almost shift between demanding and forgiving. “I must be dizzy from the wine and blushing…”
I mince my way down the stairs, having practiced in heels before. I quietly stroll towards the living room, knowing that I could have said no to Mother, but didn’t. I take a deep breath, flutter my eyes, and walk in.
Mother is sitting pristinely, holding her wine glass with her legs crossed. Almost as though she were a queen awaiting the execution of a subject. She looks me up and down and nods in approval. Eve and Emma are doubled over laughing. I’m trying to figure out what to say. I’ve not only dressed up in the frilliest outfit imaginable, but I’ve done so willingly. Well, at least to them it seems willing.
I can’t find words. I’m holding my hands together. I’m continuing to blush. Then Mother speaks.
“All right girls, it looks like Santa brought you that doll you wanted after all.” She laughs as she beckons me forward, before pointing to the floor. I kneel and then the girls pounce.
Emma throws my hair into a netted cap before stuffing my head into a thick strawberry blonde wig with large twintails. Eve pulls out her new makeup palettes and brushes before attacking my face. Nail polish is applied. Fake eyelashes are stuck.
Then, as though it were inevitable, Emma comments on the metal rings before having a quiet epiphany. She quickly puts two and two together and I can hear faint clicks behind me as I notice she’s found the locks. Normally I would question why she understood the purpose so quickly but I’m unable to focus. Eve makes comments about how many more presents I have left to open.
As I sit there, resigned to being their doll, all I can think of is what I’m going to tell Effie. Then I peer over at Mother, who is gazing at me serenely. She drinks her wine and doesn’t break eye contact with me. As embarrassed as I feel throughout this process of being a living doll for the sisters, I sense a pit growing in my stomach. Mother appears to be staring into my soul. She looks almost hungry. As though I have just given her the best present she could have asked for. Her newest daughter, Antoinette.
“So much for a good impression…”
Art by @HinaYui