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Archive name: xmas13.txt (fantasy)
Authors name: Chrys (chrys734@my-dejanews.com)
Story title : Mrs. Claws

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Mrs. Claus (fantasy)
by CHRYS (chrys734@my-dejanews.com) 

***

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 pasted 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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