This was originally posted by Eclipse. It has been heavily edited to fit the new story.
Mrs. Clause looked out the dreary window in her room at the North Pole. Another boring day. She gazed upon the old picture that she had of herself that was about 200 years old. She had once been very beautiful. Somehow, Santa Clause had convinced her original form, that she marry him. She was shocked that once they had gotten married to find that she had begun gaining weight, aging, and hair turning white.
How did she ever get stuck with this life? And why was she stuck with this life?
As she was reading one of her women's magazines, a plan began to form in her head. If she could slip her wedding ring on another person's finger, well, once that happened, they would slowly transform into her. She looked upon her finger and smiled. The only problem was, who should she pick?
So she went to New York City to find a replacement for her self...
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