This choice: Claude seeks further explanation from the magic gloves • Go Back... “What do you mean perform a Christmas miracle?” Claude asked upset and confused.
With another flip of his, now her, wrist Claude produced a second card as the first faded into dust like the gloves had earlier. Looking down at it she read, “You need to help Dave Banister find true love.” Another flick of the wrists and Claude read a third card, “By Christmas Eve.”
“Why by Christmas eve? Because I’m Mrs. Claus now?” If Claude had stopped for a second she would realize how strange it was she was talking to a pair of gloves that now controlled the movement of her hands.
“No because he will die of an Aneurysm on Christmas morning.”
“Oh my God, that’s horrible,” Claude gasped putting one gloved hand over her mouth.
“Yeah, it is.”
Claude wasn’t without heart, and knowing she could help somebody be happy before their death, made her realize a temporary transformation into Mrs. Claus wasn’t the worst thing in the world. “So how do I help him?”
“That’s up to you.”
“And what happens if I don’t help him by Christmas Eve?” Claude asked curious about the consequences.
Her hand did its usual stage magic movements to produce a card, “You don’t want to know.”
“Uh, I think I do,” she said annoyed. She just stared at her hand waiting for a card to be produced, but when one wasn’t she quietly became a bit worried. Were the consequences really that terrible, that the gloves wouldn’t answer her? “I guess so.”
Claude had not actually moved much since getting her new body, and decided to try it out. She walked very tentatively at first, mincing in her high heels, but soon she was strutting around the apartment in a way that she had to admit was undeniably sexy. She felt her new boobs and butt jiggle with each step, and realized they would draw the eyes of anybody she walked by. She stopped in front of her mirror above the couch and her body automatically came to rest in a strikingly sexy pose. “I guess I am pretty gorgeous," she smiled.
Quickly her left hand contorted to produce a card, “Every Mrs. Claus is designed to get the job done! : )”
“Well I might as well start, the sooner I’m done, the sooner I get back to my life. Wait a second what about my life?”
“It’s been put on hold!”
“That can’t be true,” Claude groused as she moved to her office and computer. She tried her facebook, her bank accounts, any place that might have a trace of her only to find out that her usernames and passwords wouldn’t work. She was gone. Her former male life really had been put on hold while she was Mrs. Claus. “Oh my God.”
“Here try this,” a card produced by his gloves said. “Username – 1sexyclaus and Password – 1l0vegl0ves!”
Claude did and a new e-mail, all set up for him as Mrs. Claus popped up, complete with e-mails about Dave Bannister, including his current location, “He’s at…”
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