"Hey that's Zach." You mutter, looking in astonished at the glass.
"Oh, really? Hmmm . . " Santa pauses for a minute, stroking his beard and looking from Zach in the window, to you who still looked in on your depressed friend. "C'mere. Let me give you another gift." Santa says, as he turns to you, and stands in front of you.
Within seconds of simply looking at your face, Santa has caused a thick coating of fur to grow over your muscle gutted body. You feel it growing instantly, asi f the years it would have taken for the testosterone to change you have all gone by in an instant. Santa smirks at his work, and you feel your chin. A thick black goatee has sprung up on your face. Flexing your large arms and looking down at your chest, you see fields of the black wiry goodness covring your entire upper body, and probably the underside too!
"Thanks Santa, but I kinda feel bad . " You say with slight sadness flooding your now husky, mature voice. Apparently Santa changed more than what was on your body!
"C'mon Jack. Don't worry about that now. If your feeling guilty, lets spread a little holiday cheer." The husky wondrous man turned and you followed, as you two headed into the bar.
No one bothered to look at the two lumbering men as you two entered the bar. You look at your friend Zach, and sigh softly. You remember him from high school, always the nice guy. He's still that skinny man he was back then too. Just jeans and a button-up collared shirt covered his body.
Santa smirked, watching you from the side as you looked at your friend compassionately. Santa decides to . . .
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