Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. It's Christmas time again! Santa was on the loose again, delivering goodies and cheer. He was also, for some special women, bringing a much needed dose of humility. Santa had discovered that his first foray into forced nudity had been a smashing success. After being subjected to bare body embarrassment, Santa's earlier victims all seemed changed for the better. They might not have become model citizens, but at least none of them made his naughty list again. This year it was time to bring shame to the naughty and joy to the deserving for a new flock of lovelies. First on the naughty list, we have Deborah, in apartment 4H. She had decorated her place meticulously for Santa's arrival. She'd had to redecorate it after her very loud Christmas party trashed it all. That was her area of naughtiness. She was a constant problem for the apartments. She was always loud, with constant gatherings and parties. She left the laundry room a mess, and sometimes even stole other womens' things when they weren't watching. Other cars weren't safe in the parking lot. Overall, she was just a massive headache, but this year, she'd make up for some of that. When Santa arrived so early, she was pleasantly surprised. It was the first of many surprises for her that Christmas Eve, but the only pleasant one. "Oh, Santa! I'm so glad to meet you finally!" She threw her arms around him with the enthusiasm of a child. "Ho Ho ho! Deborah, would you like to help Santa this year? I've got a lot of presents to deliver in your building, and you're just the girl to do it." Deborah smiled pleasantly, but she didn't like the idea. Her neighbors were always complaining. In her own mind, they were the problem. Santa kept up his mirthful explanation. "You're on my naughty list this year, Deborah. So you're going to have to do something special to make up for it. First, you'll need this." He handed her a smaller version of his magical present bag. "It will give you the gifts you need at every door. Next, you'll need a special Christmas outfit." At his urging, Deborah opened her magical little Christmas bag. Out of it flew a red Christmas hat, fringed with white that affixed itself to her head. A pair of green gloves trimmed with white fur slipped themselves onto her hands. A pair of fancy boots, also trimmed in white fur took their place on her feet. None of that bothered her. When a great mass of magical ribbons flew from the bag and wrapped around her tightly, she panicked for a moment. She could feel the change underneath it, but she didn't know how jarring that would be until the ribbons all popped off and returned to the bag. She looked into a mirror and was shocked to see her Christmas outfit. It was red and green and there wasn't much of it. It was effectively a cloth bikini. It was modest by bikini standards, but that still wasn't exactly a lot of coverage. "Santa! What are you doing?" "That's what you'll be wearing while you deliver the presents, Deborah! To make certain you go through with it, I'll leave a couple of elves here to guide you along!" An odd looking little duo of Christmas elves rushed out of Santa's own bag. They were all grins, more than happy with their special duties for the evening. "Santa! I can't go out like this!" "Can't you?" He winked happily. Much to Deborah's surprise, she started walking to her door. It was the boots. They marched her along against her will. What's more, the gloves also controlled her. She was like a puppet to this absurd clothing. She pleaded and begged as she walked out her door, but her punishment was already decided. "Now be a good girl, and get started," he said with a laugh and a swat to her butt to get her going. "OH!" She trotted out the door with her magic bag and her two little "friends". The elves both looked her over happily as they led the way. One was in white, the other in blue. The one in white told her, "We'll start at the bottom floor." She followed but hesitantly. "I don't think I want to do this." The one in blue sounded full of Christmas cheer. "Toots, if you don't do it willingly, then we'll have those gloves and boots move you through a sexy little dance for every neighbor." "You wouldn't!" But she could tell from their sinister little grins that they would. So, swallowing her pride, Deborah followed. Before long they got to the first apartment on their stop. The elves did the knocking. The door was opened by a middle aged, slobby looking fat guy. "Yeah?" he sounded upset to have his door knocked on on Christmas Eve. Then he saw what was there. The first sight that caught his eye was the elves. They were the real thing, and that couldn't be doubted. Then he noticed the pretty, pretty, scantily clad Deborah there. His face lit up. "Well hello! Merry Christmas!" Deborah tried to play her part, "H-hello to you Mister Grant. H-here's a present from Santa." She reached into her bag and brought out a package. The elves said again to him, "Merry Christmas!" Then they were on their way to the next door. In her ridiculous Christmas outfit she had to deliver presents to several more apartments. She created many a holiday smile. Then, at one particular door, it got worse. She knocked hesitantly. A tall, skinny guy who looked like he'd be at home fixing a computer answered. "Deborah? What are you doing?" He sounded as happy as everyone else had. The elf in white, who she had learned was named Cam, told him, "Deborah's helping Santa out this year. She's delivering presents in the building. She has two for you!" "Two?" Deborah asked. She'd only given one apiece so far. She reached in the magic bag but could only pull out a single package. The blue dressed elf, Nuf, read from a little piece of parchment, "You've been a very good boy this year, haven't you, Ed?" Ed glanced at the elf, then turned back to staring at Deborah's lovely body. "I hope so." "Oh, you have. How many of your neighbors have gotten free computer work from you? So, this year, along with that little package, you'll also receive Deborah's bottoms." "What?!" She couldn't believe she'd heard that. She could tell that she was wearing something underneath, but the last thing she could possibly want was to wear bottoms smaller than what she had on. She didn't have to take them off, Cam did it for her. With a magical grab, he snatched them off of her, without even tearing them. He held them up so that Deborah and Ed could see them. Then everyone stared at the itty bitty, teeny weeny little g string that was underneath. Deborah moaned. Ed commented, "You've got to be well trimmed to wear that thing, don't you?" She glared at him hatefully, but he only smiled. Cam handed over the promised present. Ed accepted that happily. "Thanks! I'll hang these on my wall!" "Don't you dare!" Deborah said. Then, after waiting, she demanded (with a nice little petulant wiggle) "Close the door!" "Are you kidding? I've got to watch you walk away!" "Let's get going," Nuf said, as he took her hand and led her to the next door. Deborah looked over her shoulder at Ed, who was staring at her beautiful bare butt. The next door was answered by a couple, Marcy and Dean. "Whoa!" "What are you doing?" "M-merry Christmas," she muttered. She wanted this over fast, so she reached quickly into the bag and pulled out a pair of presents. Marcy and Dean took them with smiles, though their eyes stayed on the pretty body in the skimpy outfit. Cam and Nuf made certain to give them the full show. "Turn around now!" She didn't do it on her own. Before she even knew what was happening, the magic gloves and boots had spun her in place. "OH! Please dont look!" Marcy chuckled, "What an adorable little ass! Doesn't she have the most adorable little ass, Dean?" "I wouldn't call it little." "Well it sure isn't big," Marcy said. Deborah was grateful in the next moment when Cam and Nuf pulled her along. She couldn't help glancing over her shoulder again. Again, she blushed since her neighbors were still staring at her pretty bare buns. She visited a few more apartments, delivering presents and turning to allow a good look at her sexy, g string clad ass. Things got worse when she got to Dave's place. "Wow!" He was amazed at the sight. He'd asked her out a few times, and she had always refused flatly. He never really thought he'd get to see her like this. "Merry Christmas, Dave," she said coldly as she got out his gift. "You don't have to stare like that," she complained, since his eyes were moving up and down her body again and again. "Nonsense," Cam said happily. "You keep staring. That's why she's dressed like this!" Deborah fumed, but said nothing as she was turned around again so that Dave could see her butt. "Gorgeous!," he said. "Absolutely gorgeous." "Can we go now?," Deborah asked. "Dave's got another present coming," Nuf said. "No," she whispered in terror. She had thought that the loss of her bottoms was the last thing she could have wanted. Wrong! This was worse! The gloves and boots spun her back around though and with a quick grab from Nuf, her top was off! Her chest wasn't completely uncovered. Her nipples were protected by a pair of red and green, sparkly pasties. "Ah! NO NO NO! You can't do this to me!" She hugged her arms across her chest as she squirmed and blushed. Cam scolded her, "You can't cover up like that. If you don't move your arms, we'll tie them behind you with garland." "Please! Please don't let Dave see me like this!" The elves were resolute though. Deborah surrendered with a trembling pout, allowing her exposure to be seen as she dropped her arms to her sides. Nuf handed the top over to Dave. "Merry Christmas! Keep this as a souvenir!" Deborah thought that this was all too much. "Can I just go home now?" "You've got lots more presents to deliver," Cam told her. She held one arm across her breasts even as she knocked on the next door. "Merry Christmas," she murmured to Sydney. Sydney was an old gent who loved the sight of a pretty young lady, but it took him several seconds to adjust to it. "Deborah? What are you doing?" "She's delivering Christmas gifts for Santa." Since she was too busy covering her upper half, Nuf did the honors and pulled a package out of the bag. Sydney didn't care about his confusion then. He gave a big wrinkled smile. "Merry Christmas to you too." The clothes again spun Deborah in place. Cam said, "She's got a great ass, doesn't she?" "Oh, yes. Darling. Can you have her bend over a bit?" "Why not?" Nuf said happily. Deborah gulped, but followed the suggestion. She had to hear the critique of her bent over buns from all three of them. At least everyone liked it. That didn't keep her from blushing and shivering a bit. Then, when she straightened up, she spun around to face the old man again. The gloves pulled her arms away from her body so that he could get a good look at her tits in just those little pasties. "You really do have the Christmas spirit," Sydney said, admiring the view. Deborah was crying petulantly as she complained, "I haven't been this naughty have I? Can't I go home now?" "Maybe after four more stops," Cam said with his fingers crossed. Three more stops were torture to the unfortunate little beauty as more neighbors got to gawk at her nearly naked body. Every time she covered up instinctively. Every time the gloves and boots turned her around to allow for bare ass ogling. After that, every time, her arms were pulled away from her body so that all she had to cover her breasts were those little things over her nipples. She felt a little relief at the next door though. "This is the last one?" "Naw," Nuf said, "we changed our minds. You got a lot more to do." "You little bastards!" she shouted as the door opened. "Oh! Brad! Don't look! Don't look!" This was terrible. Bad enough that she had been bared to dweeby Dave, who she wasn't interested in. This was Brad! She'd tried picking up on him several times. He just wasn't interested. It wasn't that he didn't like her looks. Everyone did! It was just that he was as annoyed with her constant noise and disruptions and problems as everyone else. Deborah danced in place, shifting from one foot to the other. Brad was stunned. "What's going on?" "Merry Christmas is what she was supposed to say," Cam told him. "She's delivering presents for Santa in the building." Cam handed over Brad's present. "I see. Wow!" He was delighted when the clothes spun Deborah around to show him her pretty ass. Deborah wailed, "Please just shut the door now, Brad! Please!" Her face burned with the blush. Then she was spun again. She felt the gloves tremble as they started to move her hands. "NO! DON'T!" But they did. They pulled her arms away, and her nightmare only got worse. She had to look away as Brad smiled at her nearly bare tits. Nuf said, "You get something extra." "You wouldn't!!!!" Deborah shouted. She had thought that losing her bottoms was the last thing she could want, and she was wrong. She had thought losing her top was the last thing she would want, and she was wrong again. This time, with a magical bit of sleight of hand, she was relieved of her pasties by Cam as the gloves held her arms down so that she couldn't cover up at all. There she was, stunningly topless, her dark pink little nipples standing as tall as they could from all the excitement. Her eyes shot open wide as she tried to make eye contact with Brad. That was impossible since his own wide open eyes were aimed at her fabulous chest. Cam put the little pasties in Brad's hand. "Merry Christmas. Keep being a good boy, Brad." "Forever! For a reward like that!" Again the naughty Deborah was made to deliver presents to a few doors in her nearly naked state. Each time the sight of her brought a smile to her neighbors' faces. Those smiles got bigger every time she was turned for a bare ass display, and bigger yet when the gloves pulled her arms from her bosom to bare her pretty, perky titties. The last place was the worst stop of all for Deborah. She had thought that losing her bottoms was the last thing she could have wanted. Then she thought losing her top was the last thing she could have wanted. Then she thought losing her itty bitty pasties was the last thing she could have wanted. Each time she had been wrong. "Merry Christmas, Jim!" the elves shouted happily as the door opened. "What in the world? What's going on? You're real Christmas elves." "That's right Jim, and you've been a real, real good boy this year. That's why you're going to get an extra special gift. Deborah's already delivered all the other presents she has to. Now she's going to help out with your Christmas party. She'll serve the drinks and clean up while your friends enjoy." "Dressed like that?" Jim asked, suddenly very happy. Jim was an old bachelor and he had several friends like himself that would love to spend an evening ogling a nearly naked, beautiful young thing like Deborah. Of course, she didn't like the thought at all. "No, no, no, no, no. Don't make me do this. Don't make me do this." The boots marched her inside though. "Check out that ass," Cam said, turning her for Jim's happy approval. "And these excellent tits!" Nuf said, forcing her to bare her breasts again. "But isn't she overdressed?" Jim said hopefully. "That's right!" both elves replied. Deborah shrieked, "NOOOO! NO! STOP!" But with two loud twangs of breaking material, the little thong was gone. There she was, bare pussy naked for the delight of her older neighbor. She didn't even dare cover her sexy little, close trimmed bush. It had a hard shape to define, being somewhat rounded, but not even close to circular. Cam and Nuf danced around her festively for a minute or so. Then they told her, "You're going to serve drinks and food and clean up. Pretty much anything else Jim wants. We're not going anywhere either. So we'll be here to make sure you do what a repentant naughty girl should." To Jim they explained, "We've handed out invitations to a few of your other neighbors, but we've brought extra refreshment from Santa's personal stash." "That's more than okay." Jim was happier than he could express. He wanted to keep staring at the poor girl, but the first of his guests arrived at that moment. "Oh no," Deborah whispered as she got ready for yet another pair of greedy eyes. One by one people arrived and the apartment got pretty full. Every one of her neighbors that had received a piece of her costume ended up there along with plenty of Jim's friends, all smiling old men. She saw to everyone's needs carrying trays of goodies and drinks, all the while wearing nothing but her Christmas hat, the magic gloves, boots and a blush. "You know Jim," an old man said happily as he lovingly patted her bare bottom, "this is the best Christmas party you've ever thrown."