If you like my art, sketches, stories, you can find more like this here (thanks to everyone for the support, it's very important for me): <a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.patreon.com/greentg">www.patreon.com/greentg</a><div><br /></div><div>...</div><div><br /></div><div>New Year's Eve and Christmas Eve took Mike by surprise. He didn't like winter at all with its cold. However, these days he found something to amuse his bully heart. After all, he was known for his menacing scowl, his unruly behavior, and his knack for causing trouble wherever he went. Mike took pride in his tough exterior and reveled in the fear he instilled in the townsfolk.</div><div><br /></div><div>However, the fate of Mike and the entire McAllister family was tied to a unique genetic quirk passed down from generation to generation. They were all destined to serve Santa Claus in the magical North Pole, and when Santa found himself overwhelmed with the demands of the season, it was Mike's turn to step up and fulfill his family's legacy that he didn't even know about.</div><div><br /></div><div>One frosty evening Mike was walking home from one of his usual misadventures, feeling invincible. On the way home, he found himself enveloped in a sudden burst of light and swirling magic. The next thing he knew, he was standing in Santa's workshop, surrounded by elves hard at work.</div><div><br /></div><div>Mike looked down at himself and was struck with shock and horror. His rough, masculine form had been replaced by a petite, delicate body adorned in festive elf attire. His chest heaved with every breath he took and he felt a strange new weight under his clothes in the chest area, he stuttered in disbelief, "What the... what's happened to me? I demand to be changed back!"</div><div><br /></div><div>The other elves exchanged worried glances, but they had seen this before. They knew that change was difficult for everyone, but there was a lot of work and they could not be distracted. One of the elves, a wise old woman named Eliza, approached him gently. "Mike," she said softly, "you're here to help Santa. You've been chosen, just like your ancestors before you."</div><div><br /></div><div>Mike scowled, his voice trembling with anger. "Who are you? Why am I here? What's wrong with my voice? I won't help nobody! I'm a man, not some sissy elf!"<br />Eliza slowly guided Mike to a mirror, and his eyes widened at the reflection. He already felt that there was something wrong with him and his body while he walked to the mirror, noticing how his chest was swaying and his long hair was tickling. Now he saw it. Long, flowing hair cascaded down his back, and he gingerly touched the unfamiliar curves of his chest. Suddenly tears welled up in his eyes as he whispered, "This can't be happening."</div><div><br /></div><div>Mike was not going to come to terms with this, although he learned everything about the family "curse" as he called it. But the days passed, Mike resisted the urge to be kind, to help others, and to embrace his role as an elf, but it is not so easy to escape from the North Pole. Therefore, he accepted the rules with difficulty, but barked orders, yelled at the other elves, and grumbled incessantly about his fate. But the more he resisted, the more miserable he became.</div><div><br /></div><div>One day, as he watched the joy and camaraderie among the other elves, something shifted inside Mike. He couldn't help but notice the happiness that surrounded him, and a tiny glimmer of something he hadn't felt in years began to emerge. He watched as the elves worked together with laughter and kindness, and slowly, he started to soften.</div><div><br /></div><div>Gradually Mike's transformation continued and it was as if he wasn't even against it. His once-gruff demeanor began to melt away, and he started to speak with a softer tone. He gradually realized that being an elf didn't mean losing his strength; it meant using his strength to bring happiness to others.<br /></div>