Christmas TF
(12/31/2008)
Started by Animeboye’s desire for a Christmas TF for himself

There she lays on the couch, asleep. Her body is curled in a fetal position for maximum warmth and comfort. Her blond shoulder length hair scattered this way and that. Her pink half shirt reads “A Present for Santa.”

Light from the window makes it to her face warming her. Her eyes pop open. “It’s Christmas morning!” She looks at the destruction of her living room. Tranquilizer darts are lodged in the walls and floor. The rope trap is sprung. The tree fell over. The laxative filled cookies are eaten. The milk laced with sleeping agent drank. “And worst of all No Santa,” she grumbles to herself.

She gets up off the couch, “Well, I might as well see what he brought me.” She shuffles over to the fallen tree. Nothing. She maneuvers the tree so she can see below it. Still Nothing. Desperate now, she searches for anything at all. Nothing. Then her eyes fall on her stocking hung by the fireplace with care. There in the toe is a cubical bulge.

She hurries over and reaches in. She pulls out a small package wrapped with ribbon. On the top is a small note, “For a little ‘bad’ girl.” She opens it to find a lump of coal. She laughs. She takes it to the kitchen to throw it out, but at the last moment she sees letters below the rock. She empties the box to read the other note.

Once the chuck of charcoal touches her hand, it starts to feel cold. Looking over to her hand she finds her hand growing and turning black. The black starts crawling up her arm, but she is still transfixed on her hand. Her fingers are no longer soft and rounded but rather hard and square. She breaks out of her trance and sees the same process happening to her arm up to her shoulder.

She throws down the black rock. As it rumbles to a stop on the floor the blackness stops its advance on her body. It’s then that she realizes that she just threw the magical coal. With amazement she brings her arm around and watches it move. “I’m … I’m ok.”

She tries to comprehend what this means. Her other hand feels the corners of the little box digging into her hand. She remembers the note and brings it to her face. “1) Grab coal. 2) Strike coal on self. 3) Enjoy.” Then in smaller print, “Effect only works for 12 hours at a time.”

Relief washes over her. “I’m not stuck like this.” Then her face begins to smile, “Let’s see what this effect is.” She trades the box to the other hand. She bends down and picks up the lump with her fleshy hand. It begins to blacken. She swings the coal against her changed arm and instantly flames engulf it.

“Crap! I’m on fire!” She races to the sink and turns on the water but notices that the package in her fiery hand does not burn up. Once again she is stumped as to what this could mean. Then she puts her hand to her cheek. Instead of burning her, she feels a warmth. She realizes that her burning arm feels the same. “And my shirt isn’t burning up.”

It’s then that the growing coal from the one hand reaches her flaming arm and she is covered in fire. It gives her a warm feeling inside. As the magical coal finishes its work of claiming her face, the fire covers that, too.

She smiles and says quietly, “Now I’m a hottie. Thanks Santa.”