Carol listened as she talked but she paid little attention to what Tom had to say. She was too busy drinking in what he now looked like. Tom stood 5 foot 10 inches tall, but was taller in her over the knee black leather boots with their 4-inch heels. She was dressed in a red mini skirt with a small white fur trim that came to mid thick thigh. Her hips were wide and generous and complimented her big bottylicious ass. She wore a red corset that cinched her plump waste and pushed out her big F cup tits. She wore a red shrug with white fur trim that matched her skirt, and a pair of elbow length white silk gloves. She had long white hair that was wavy and draped over her shoulders and down to the middle of her back. Her face was beautiful with light makeup except for her fire engine red lips. But it was her brilliant sky blue eyes that grabbed Carol’s attention. “…And now I’m the Queen of Christmas!”
“And you’re fine with that?” Carol asked as she realized she might never get to have sex with her secret love ever again. “You’re fine with…jiggling…with every move you make, with every step you take?”
Tom made his breasts jiggle up and down and smirked at Carol, “Uh, yeah!” She jiggled them some more, and Carol wasn’t sure if it was to excite Tom or to excite her, “What’s the problem with being Mrs. Claus? I have to cook and bake all day? I have to product test some toys? I have to let a fat old man fuck me? I’m fine with all that! I’m fine doing whatever to have this power, this magic, this influence!”
“You sound crazy,” Carol backed away a little bit.
“I sound like a woman who needs to practice if she’s going to be a fuck toy for a mythical holiday deity. One who needs her best wingman to get in some quality practice,” Tom winked. She slapped Carol on the shoulder and smiled, “Let’s hit up the bars and find a cock to fit my cunt around.” Tom ran her hand across her field of vision blocking Carol form her sight, an when she could see Carol again Carol was dressed in a sexy Christmas themed outfit good for picking up men who’ve been drinking. “Ready?”
Carol stare at her new outfit in disbelief, “How did you-?”
“Duh, Queen of Christmas! What? You don’t like the outfit? Try this one,” and Tom waved her hand giving Carol another, even skimpier, outfit. “Better?”
“I can’t believe you’re so casual about this,” Carol huffed and refused to follow. “You changed yourself into Mrs. Claus and now want to go and get laid? What is wrong with you?”
“I wanna enjoy being a woman,” Tom shrugged her off as she pulled another cigar from her cleavage and lit it. “What’s wrong with that?”
Carol was dumbstruck by such a simple reason and after long seconds of silence finally responded, “Nothing. There’s nothing wrong with that.” She checked her make up. “Let’s go and get you laid.”
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