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Mary wondered the aisles of the bookstore looking for something to peak her
interest.  After moving for a new job after college, she had arrived to a
lonely and boring situation with no friends to help entertain her.  While she
was certainly attractive and interesting enough to attract people, her shy
introverted nature, kept her from those encounters that would promote
relationships. She spied upon a coffee table book of pictures of Santa
Claus. The picture on the cover of St. Nick brought back happy memories from
childhood of sitting on Santa lap and getting excited about his arrival on
Christmas Eve. She browsed a bit through the pictures and they made her feel
good enough that she felt that she had to get the book.  Next to the book
were other books on Santa and St. Nicolaus, some books short stories, others
on the life of the saint.  She decided that she indeed wanted to learn more
about the man, so she selected the books that seemed most informative. On
the way out she saw men that caught her eye, and that started her thinking on
the way home about the type of man that she would like to be with.  The men
that she had met working were always one that would certainly be friendly and
courteous with an attractive woman, but would otherwise step on anyone to get
more wealth than they ever needed.  She tried to think of a man that she
could be certain wasn't so shallow, and the only one that she could think of
was the one in the pages in the passenger seat beside her.  As she entered
her apartment, she started to think, what would it be like to have that
relationship with Kris Kringle.  He certainly was by no means an ugly man.
He had a very pleasant face.  He wasn't the most physically fit person that
she could meet, but as she thought about it, that wasn't so bad, if not kind
of nice.  He'd be cuddly and soft to lie up against, the kind of man that it
would be nice to curl up with. She thought about the soft silky beard and
how it would tickle her face.  She was closing her eyes imagining kissing
him.  She stopped herself out of embarrassment, but kept finding herself
being drawn into the fantasy, perhaps because she was trying not to think
about it.  Gradually, the fantasy moved onto more pronounced erotic activity
of her exploring his body and him showing more and more passionate responses
to her.  By the time that the night was over, she was laying on the couch
pleasuring herself to the thoughts.  It resulted in what would be Mary's
first orgasm.  While she'd thought about sex before, the obcession had never
been so intense.  Perhaps it was because a children's imaginary figure seemed
so taboo in relation to sex.  The experience left her hungry and thirsty. 
She'd procrastinated going to the grocery store, and all that she really had
left besides condiments was cookies and the last bit of milk.  The cookies
had been made to family and friends that she missed dearly. She herself had
never eaten sweets.  She'd always tried to keep herself slim, perhaps overly
so.  This time however, she thought to herself that Kris wouldn't mind the
little bit of weight that a few sweets might add.  In fact, it would make him
feel more comfortable that he wasn't so much heavier than a waif.  If she ate
even more, they'd make a better matching couple.  The thought of eating with
that connotation made her dig in with each extra cookie having a sexually
arousing quality to it.  Over doing it was now a turn on, whereas before it
had created fear of rejection. By the end of the evening she'd stuffed
herself on the sugar and butter fat concoctions.  She thought about what that
was going to do to her figure, and it made her laugh.  She not only didn't
care, but she liked it.  She went to the bathroom to look in the mirror at
the damage.  She stuck out the little bit of gut that she had to emphasize
it.  She looked at her boyish shape and her pert breasts and thought that it
all could stand a bit more to give her more definition.  She then looked up
at her face and hair and noticed that she did look strikingly young, perhaps
more like a teenager with her straight golden hair hanging all the way down
her back, not the image that she would want for either Kris or the working
world. She decided that the hair needed to go, and that she would do it
before her childish fondness for her hair made her back out.  She went and
got some scissors from the kitchen drawer, and went back to the bathroom. 
She didn't know quite what to do. She took the scissors and put them about
shoulder height, cutting quickly so that she didn't have time to think enough
to stop.  Two feet of hair was now loose in her hand. She decided to just try
and go straight across at that height, which proved difficult to do herself.
It ended up quite uneven.  She though about it, and knew that she could put
it up for work and then get it worked on by a professional later, maybe
adding a perm to help get rid of the teen look.  She looked at her face
again. The shorter hair help make her look more her age, but she still
looked young.  She'd never really worn makeup. When she did try, she tended
to over do it, so she avoided it.  Perhaps she could get help with that when
she got her hair done. She thought about her ears.  She'd never had them
pierced because she was too squeamish, but perhaps it was time.  She thought
about her wardrobe.  She had bought new clothes after graduation, but they
were still missing something to make her look experienced. Then her mind
wandered to her box of heirlooms in the bedroom closet.  The broach, pearl
necklace, and pearl earrings of her grandmothers would just the right touch
to her power wardrobe. She went to bed thinking about what her name would be
if she married Kris.  Mary Claus or Mary Kringle sounded like putting Santa
in a nativity scene, almost sacreligious.  What was a woman's name that would
work with Claus.  She thought of Santa Lucia, and thought that Lucia Claus
might be good. The next morning, she downed some cookies for breakfast,
thinking they were no different than pastries or pancakes or waffles,
although she usually had nothing more than a piece of fruit and juice. When
she finished work, she went to the mall to see if she could get in for her
hair.  There would be a wait of about an hour, but she could get in.  She
wondered the mall a bit, and noticed workers putting up the props for the
Christmas village where the children would sit on Santa's lap, and it made
her giggle.  She went past the mall bulletin board with flyers posted for
numerous sales and announcements of community functions.  She noticed an
announcement of openings for elves and Mrs. Claus. That made her excited. 
She thought to herself that it would be just too perfect, and that she
couldn't quit her job that she had just started at.  Then she thought about
it and decided that she could apply and likely wouldn't get the job, and it
would be fun just trying for it.  She caught a glimpse of the earring shop
and realized that she just had time to get her ears pierced before her hair
appointment.  She started counting to herself so that she couldn't think of a
way to back out.  She went up to the counter and ask the girl at the counter
if she could pierce her ears.  The girl said certainly and asked what studs
she wanted.  There were the standard metal ones, ones with gems, and a pair
of pear ones similar to her grandmothers.  She asked for the pearls, sat
down, and closed her eyes hoping that she wouldn't notice it happen.  She
felt the pop in one ear and just started to feel the pain as the piercing gun
was placed on the other ear.  The girl held up a mirror, and Mary felt that
they did do the trick in adding to her maturity.  She looked at her watch and
realized that she had to go.  She arrived a bit early and the girl at the
salon desk said if she had a style in mind she could point her to a book to
help give an idea to the stylist.  Mary thought about her job and then
thought about the interview, and said that she wanted something to make her
look much older.  The girl pointed her to some books on contemporary styles,
and Mary in hushed tones said "maybe for a much older woman than me", trying
to get to point out books that would give her an idea for a Mrs. Claus style.
 The girl felt a bit awkward, but pointed her towards books for middle aged
and senior women.  To cover up what she was thinking, she took two of the
middle aged and one of the seniors.  She sat down and opened right up the
book of senior styles. What she saw at first were styles to make older women
look youthful. She looked at the hair on the women and marveled at the
variety of haircolors. Some were obviously dyed, but others were natural. 
Some were salt and pepper, others just grey.  Some were yellow, and some were
platinum blonde.  The platinum caught her eye, a Santa platinum.  Her and her
friends had played with color before, and the platinum, could go on a woman
of any age.  She started to get excited.  The hairdresser came up and
introduced herself as Sally.  Mary quickly and nervously asked if they could
fit in color too.  Sally told her that they should sit down and talk more
about what they wanted to do before she would know.  Mary sat in the chair
still not knowing the style.  She turned a few pages quickly before they got
settled, and noticed a picture of a distinguished woman in a short poodle
perm the way that her grandmother had worn hers.  Mary started to feel moist
in her vaginal lips.  This would be the ultimate Mrs. Claus look, it could
get her the job and Kris would love it.  She took a deep breath, hoping that
Sally wouldn't react to badly, and pointed to the picture saying "I would
like to look like that."  Sally looked at the picture and looked at her, and
said that it would be quite a change and was she sure, not really knowing
what to make of the senior picture being chosen by such a young woman. Sally
looked again and looked at Mary and said that Mary's face could probably pull
off the look quite well. Sally then asked what she wanted for color, and Mary
told her that she wanted to go platinum blonde.  Sally said that perm and
bleach were usually a bad combination, but since the cut was short, the curl
would style itself, and the new perms were less damaging, it would probably
be ok. Mary smiled, almost desperate for the transformation.  Mary said that
she would cut off a bit first, do the bleaching, then the perm, and then the
final cut to shape it. Mary watched as Sally brought the scissors up to her
ear, knowing that it would be a long time before could ever have long locks
again. Sally cut off the side lengths first and then move to the back. 
Throughout the shearing, Mary had to try hard not to rock her pelvis to the
feelings that she had. Mary now looked a bit like a girl out of a Dickens
classic with most of the length a few inches long with no real shape to the
cut.  Sally noticed the skepticism and said that it would look like the
picture when then were through.  Sally left and came back mixing a jar of
blue muck.  Sally said, "This will strip out the darker tones".  Mary thought
almost regretfully, but not enough to stop it, that she would now be losing
the golden color that so many family and friends had always complimented her
on.  Sally started brushing the blue on to Mary's head and then started
working it into her hair with the gloves.  It stung a little, but Mary
enjoyed it because she knew that it meant that it was working and there was
no going back from this part.  Sally took out a special brush and applied
bleach to Mary's brows and then had her go to the dryer, and told her that
she would work on another client until it was done.  Mary found a Good
Housekeeping and saw the new Christmas cookie recipes. They made her mouth
water. She pulled out a pad and pen from her purse and wrote down the
ingredients and directions.  The timer rang, and Sally returned.  The bleach
was washed out, and Sally took Mary back to the chair. Mary saw just how
light her hair now was as she looked in the mirror.  Normally her hair looked
much darker when wet, but not now, it was white through and through.  This
wasn't the long golden haired teenager that she knew.  Staring back was
someone else.  Sally asked what she thought, and Mary staring at herself and
running her hands through her said, "I love it!"  It did look good with
Mary's naturally light skin.  Sally dried the hair a bit, and then pulled out
a rod from a bin beside her and started rolling up Mary's hair.  As Sally put
in the curlers, Mary asked about makeup.  Mary said that she was really bad
at doing it and needed some help learning how. Sally asked what kind of a
look she wanted, and Mary looking at Sally in the mirror liked how her makeup
was done.  Mary said that she would like the kind of look that Sally had. 
Sally laughed a bit.  "It's not makeup", she said.  I had most of it done
permanently here so that I wouldn't have to fuss with it.  Mary smiled and
said, "That's exactly what I need!"  Sally looked at her and said that she
was young and had such nice natural coloring that she should think hard
before doing something so permanent.  When all of the rods were in Mary's
scalp felt tight.  Mary looked at herself and felt grandmotherly just seeing
the curlers in.  Sally applied the lotion, and again it would be difficult to
turn back.  Mary went back to the dryer, and Sally brought a brochure with
service prices including permanent makeup.  Sally also noticed that they did
waxing and electrolysis.  When the timer rang, Sally got Mary and rinsed her
again. As Sally started taking out the curlers, Mary noticed that her hair
just sprang up instead of hanging.  The look of the curls made her wet enough
that she was leaving a spot in her skirt.  She was looking very much like her
image of Mrs. Claus.  She looked at her eyebrows, and they didn't look right.
 She remembered that her grandmother used to shave hers off and then pencil
the arch, and Mary thought that that might be the trick.  Sally finished and
started cutting again, leaving a very short tight poodle perm shape.  Mary
loved it.  She looked at herself and thought that Kris would definitely love
it.  With the drastic change in her appearance, no one that she knew could
ever recognize her.  She gave Sally a large tip and thanked her emphatically.
 As she walked out, she couldn't stop touching the curls and noticing how
light that her head felt.  She went right to the office that was holding the
interviews and asked for an appointment for an interview.  The receptionist
handed her a clip board and told her to sign up for a time.  The earliest was
in two days.  Mary hesitated and signed Lucia Claus.  On the way back, she
stopped again at the salon and made an appointment for the next morning for
permanent makeup and electrolysis.  She past a jewlery store on the way to
her car.  She spotted a woman's wedding and engagement band in the store
window, and said "Kris, you are the only man for me."  She went in and
purchased the engagement ring and put the wedding band on a payment plan,
which didn't seem to phase the merchant that it was a woman purchasing a
woman's wedding set in her own size, perhaps because of the amount the he
received.  In the parking lot, she took out the ring, and said, "Kris no
matter what happens now, I'm yours forever."  She went to a drive thru and
purchased two triple cheeseburgers, a large fries, a choclate shake, and
three big cookies, with the intention of fitting into her new role.  Even
with that amount of food, she stuffed herself with more unsent cookies before
going to bed.  She hardly slept because she was so aroused by the changes
that she had done to herself.  When she awoke, she called in sick to work,
realizing later that that excuse would not hold up when they saw her.  She
also remembered a dental appointment that she had made for lunch.  She
cleaned up in the bathroom, marveling at her new appearance and noticing that
she had gained a large amount of weight in a short time.  After another
breakfast of cookies, she dashed down to the salon again. When she arrived,
Sally said hi and that the new do did look fabulous on her, and that it was
an excellent choice.  Mary thanked her, and was then greeted by Nancy who did
the permanent services.  Nancy had her lay down on a bed like piece of
furniture.  Nancy asked specifically what Mary wanted done. Mary said that
she wanted her now platinum eyebrows electrolysized off and eyebrow arches
done permanently along with adding very rosy color to her cheeks and a light
red to her lips.  Nancy warned her that she generally cautioned against doing
electrolysis on the brows because styles change, and this was even more
extreme. Mary was confident enough that Nancy went ahead.  As Nancy did, Mary
started to think that these were the things that she might get the most
criticism about from her family when they saw her, and she thought about
having Nancy stop with the electrolysis that had now taken off one brow, but
then she got into the glow that had been driving her through the whole
experience and told herself that the criticism wouldn't last because everyone
would have to accept that it was permanent.  The electrolysis went less
painfully than she expected.  The weird part was the needling for the
permanent makeup.  Nancy asked Mary's opinion through each little bit. Nancy
had gone soft with the cheek blush, but Mary kept pushing her for more.  By
the time that she was done, Mary looked a bit like a doll, but Mary got happy
as she thought that she clearly now looked more like a Mrs. Kringle than
anyone.  It was now time for Mary to be off to the dentist.  On the way, she
thought about teeth, and what an old woman's would be like.  She thought that
the teeth would likely be bad, if not, all fallen out. When she arrived, she
had an appointment for some work to fix her teeth, but Mary now insisted to
the dentist that they all had to go.  The dentist said that the insurance
wouldn't pay for it on good teeth, and Mary smiled a last time and said that
it would only happen once anyway.  This was by far the most painful thing
that Mary had done for herself, and she felt helpless to ask for it to stop.
When the dentist finished, he made a cast of her mouth and told her that she
could come back the next day for dentures.  Although, Mary was more than
tired after that, she purchased a lunch of ice cream and went to a vintage
store looking for clothes.  There she found some nice red dresses a little
too big, but she knew that she could grow in to them, some nice shawls, and a
bonnet. She purchased the outfits, wearing one out and leaving her former
clothes behind along with a part of her old life.  She needed one thing to
complete the look. She stopped into an eyewear shop and purchased a pair of
glasses in antique frames.  Looking in the mirror, she now looked like Mrs.
Claus. The hair, drawn eyebrows, and toothless face, the added weight, and
glasses making her look considerably older.  Her next stop was to the court
house to completely become Mrs. Claus. She asked for the paperwork to change
her name.  She would become Lucia Claus.  After a short wait, a judge ok'd
it, inspite of the eccentricity. Lucia now went to the Driver's License
bureau, and got a new license with her new name and appearance.  She was
probably one of only a few people who enter their weight as higher than it is
expecting to gain a little more.  Lucia slept deeply that night after
everything that was done.  She awoke to see the face of Lucia Claus instead
of Mary looking back at her.  Today she would find out if she would be able
to work with Mr. Claus.  She picked up her new dentures, and headed to the
mall for the interview.  Lucia appeared in front of the human resources
manager, who was quite impressed at her appearance as no one else had
appeared in costume.  The name confused her a bit.  She asked Lucia for her
real name, and Lucia withdrew her driver's license from her purse to prove
her identity.  Lucia was asked about how she would deal with the children,
and she knew right away as the questions reminded her of the stories from her
books about Santa.  The interviewer was impressed, and told her that they
needed someone right away, and asked she could start today.  Lucia held in
her excitement and said that indeed she could. She was lead out to the
Christmas village where she saw a kind looking gentleman in a platinum beard
who smiled at her, and she thought that perhaps she had found her Kris.

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