After spending yet another Christmas at a party, shortly after turning 53, good ol' Cale Pennsetucky once again won the crowd over as Santa which he looks year 'round in his warm loving but cold as shit town in Milwaukee, Wisconsin!
And as always was the life of the party and then coming home to settle in, no Mrs. Clause available but a nice smoke from a legal joint was a fine way to settle in after a long night that was fun.
While he was high, he couldn't help but think about that gorgeous young looking thing, who was blonde, beautiful, had a massive pair of knockers on her with a butt on the same ratio of massive, she was a lady of the night Thomas, let's say an acquaintance of his, paid to spend the night with him and was just as much the life of the party as good ol' Cale, even dressed her up in a beautiful Mrs. Clause outfit and for that night, they were Mr. and Mrs. Clause and they danced and then even for a moment, she looked at good ol' Cale in the eyes, looking at him as though she knew something about him kinda personal but with the kind of thing for an honest concerned mother to notice and acknowledge, didn't say a word to him about it and what it might be but while she looked him square in the eye with that in mind, she put her hand on his, pulled him close and kissed him deeply, which angered his friend but she just went and looked at the friend and said: "you want your money back? you can have it, I'm feeling real generous tonight!"
"yes please", the friend said.
Thinking about all that as he smoked his Delta-9 THC, and thought, "w-wouldn't it be crazy if I were that lady?
yeah.. that would be something.. something crazy, if not, as wonderful as this high I'm on right now, though I know I'm just talking crazy, thinking crazy in my head, as wonderful as that would be.. he said as he finished the joint and shuffled off to bed.
The next morning, Cale wakes up to look at himself naked in the mirror and sees himself, a nice beautiful year-round Santa standing before him.. until just something within him snapped.
Cale takes the clippers he uses normally to trim his big beautiful white fluffy beard and shaves it all off and makes sure it's all clean off his face, then begins to shave all the hair off his arms, his chest, his legs, everywhere, with the hair around the sides of his head gone as well, hairless, save for his pubic hair down there and his eyelashes and eyebrows, bald, then takes a shower. feeling good. withdraws all his savings from all his bank accounts, late in the night, packs up and heads off to California without a moment's hesitation.
He then buys some summer clothes and starts walking around losing some weight in the process, looking alright, but then talks to a doctor about how he's been feeling and the doctor then says, I will refer you to a psychiatrist who then listened to him for a good while, a good couple of weeks or so, with Cale eventually pouring his heart out to her and crying and everything, she then says:
"I am writing you a prescription for hormone replacement therapy, it is clear that you shouldn't go a moment without them if this is all really how vou're feeling"..
and as Cale takes them he starts feeling even wonderful especially as he was pairing them with his.. other medication, even if he did switch edibles like candy and soda ^^
He practices on make-up gets a nose job for a more button-like nose looking more attractive in the process and would look lovely with a nice wig and some make-up on, which he does, he even vacations in New York trying on a fur coat he bought with the brown wig being kinda short but made of soft waves making him look kinda masculine but still femininely beautiful, and he, Cale, was literally becoming a she, Kayla, Kayla Lockwood, taking hormones for a good year and hair starting to grow, nice and full and thick as *she* takes hairtamin gummies (real talk, great product no joke!) and continues enjoying her edibles as well as all muscle turning into fat and all fat on her body forming into a more hourglass-like shape and really looking sexy, like a young, thick, sourhern accent-less Dolly Parton.
especially when dying her full thick, now waist-length hair blonde
and then loses a bit more weight until he's looking JUST LIKE DOLLY in her youth with a Marilyn Monroe-esque face, rocking that red lipstick AND LOOKING EXACTLY LIKE THE WOMAN HE SAW AT THAT PARTY!
She/he was in shock, couldn't believe it, just couldn't fucking believe it, she was 56 now and looked just like that hot sexy 20-something bombshell at the party, or at least she looked like stacked 20 year old BECAUSE SHE WAS NOW THAT! *EXACTLY* THAT!
She just couldn't help but look at herself and cry, tears of joy, tears of love and pain making her dream, a dream that was so secret, not even she knew but it took that woman, THAT woman to bring it all out of her and later become her.
And then at Christmas, a stunning blonde in a gold metallic and glitter a bit, evening gown, worn under a thick red velvet coat reaching a foot above the end of the gown with white fur on the end of sleeves and around the coat's collar with a white fur Russian hat on, red lipstick hair and soft beautiful blonde curls and everything, tonight, SHE was Mrs. Clause and at the New York Rockefeller Plaza tree lighting, she was the brightest star other than the one on the top of the Christmas tree ~*