Sitting back down Tom poured herself a tall frothy pint and took a deep, deep drag of it. She wiped the foam from her mouth with the back of her gloved hand and let out a sigh of appreciation. Her friends could only stare at her. “What I got something stuck between my boobs?”
“Tom,” her friend Evan began, “you’re a chick.”
“I’m a hot chick.”
“Yeah, but you’re a chick now! You went into the bathroom a man, and walked out a woman, and we’re supposed to just take that in stride? I mean, c’mon man!”
“What you guys can’t handle these big old titties or something?” tom chastised them as he bounced his boobs up and down. “Now that I’m a woman you look at me like I’m just a piece of meat?”
“What? What the fuck are you talking about? You’ve been a woman for less than 5 minutes! That’s not even an exaggeration! Plus you’re Mrs. Claus!”
“Whatever,” Tom slammed her beer, “I’m done with you pigs and I’m out of here!” She slammed her empty glass on the table and rose to her feet. As much as her friends hated to admit it, the way she sashayed away was as sexy as Hell.
Outside Tom watched her breath fade into the cold night. “You know I could go for a light snow as I strut down this street for everyone to watch,” she groused. Just then she crossed her eyes and watched a snowflake land on her nose. She looked up and watched as a light flurry descended down onto the city. “Guess that’s a perk of being Mrs. Claus,” she shrugged and began her walk home.
As Tom walked home she felt a certain smugness as she watched heads turn to take in her beauty. She reflected back to her knowledge of movies, and what she saw in them as woman acting flirty, and decided to act that way too. She gave both men and women a wink here, a flirty giggle there, and a slight wave to attract the attention she now thought she was due as a sexy Mrs. Claus. Tom would definitely be in many a man and woman’s thoughts that night.
Tom reached for the handle of her door and realized she no longer had her keys. She stared at it perplexed for a minute and then an idea occurred to her. She reached down her cleavage and happily pulled her keys out. Opening the door she wondered to herself, “I wonder what else I have down there?” A quick check found a cigar, cigar cutter, and a match. She cut one end of the cigar, lit it, and took a long puff. “It’s good to be the Christmas Queen!”
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