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Tranny Trouble

Now, I love Christmas as much as the next girl, but when you work retail in a mall, keeping up the holiday spirit can be a real challenge. The only thing kept me going this year was flirting with that hot department store Santa down on the first floor. I’ve always had a thing for the big daddy type, and he had such a cute smile. We had a little back-and-forth going for a couple of weeks, and I requested the closing shift on Christmas Eve to see if I could get him alone.

I told him to meet me in an empty conference room upstairs, and stay in costume. He showed up right on time, plunked down in a chair and patted his knee. I obliged by sliding my bottom onto his lap and stroked the flannel and fake fur of his suit.

“What’s your name, honey?” “Amy,” I told him shyly. “Amy, have you been a good girl?” he asked, as I blushed and nodded. “What would you like Santa to bring you, sugarplum?” His big hands gave my round ass a firm squeeze.

“Santa,” I said, “Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve only wanted one thing for Christmas.”

“Yes, I’m listening, dear…”

I leaned close and whispered hotly, “I want a real pussy.”

I pulled back in time to see his eyes pop open wide, as he looked me up and down from head to toe. In his shock, he quickly dropped the jolly Santa schtick. “You mean…you mean you’re not a…”

“Oh,” I said “I’m a real girl through and through, but I just wasn’t born with the proper equipment.”

“But you’re so soft…” he marveled.

“Hormones,” I said. “And a little padding.”

“But your skin is so smooth…”

“Electrolysis.”

“But, but…” he stammered, “Your tits!”

“Yes, they are nice,” I admitted. “Implants. I just haven’t been able to afford the surgery to fix the plumbing downstairs, if you know what I mean.”

“You mean,” he gulped, “You still have a…”

“Cock? Yes, 6 inches, fully functional. I prefer to think of it as an extra-large clit.”

“Oh geez,” he said, flustered. “Really, I had no idea…you look so…you look just like a…”

“A woman? I am a woman…and I know you can make me feel like a real woman, can’t you?” I started rubbing his broad chest again and he moaned as I felt his dick hardening under my thigh.

“Uh, this is kinda weird,” he said, looking around to make sure no one would see. “But it’s kinda turning me on.”

Not giving him any time to hesitate, I slid off his lap, undid his red pants and started giving him a first-class blowjob. His cock was short but thick and filled my mouth completely as I deep-throated him.

“Oh my god!” he exclaimed, as his head fell back and his Santa hat fell to the floor. “Oh, that’s fucking amazing. Oh yes, don’t stop.” It didn’t take long for him to blow his load and I swallowed every drop and licked him clean. “Wow,” my Santa said. “This is a trip. I never thought I’d do something like this.”

As I stood up, he put his hands on my thighs and started sliding them slowly up under my short skirt. “You want to see it, don’t you?” I pulled up my skirt till my half-hard thingy was visible through my panties.

“Can I see your tits too?” he asked, nervously licking his lips. I obliged by unbuttoning my blouse and hiking up my camisole. By now my dick was erect and slipping out of my satiny thong as I held up my firm C cups to display for Santa.

“This is totally blowing my mind,” he said, as his eyes bounced up and down between my tits and my cock. “I’d never imagine such a gorgeous woman could have a penis in her panties. I can’t believe I’m so turned on. I mean, I’m straight.”

“So am I. Listen,” I said, “If you’re free tonight, why don’t you just come home with me and unwrap my ‘Christmas package’ in front of a nice warm Yule Log.”

We spent Christmas Eve and many more nights together fully exploring each other’s bodies. Needless to say, I didn’t wake up on Christmas morning with a new pussy, but Jack (as his name turned out to be) has promised to help me pay for my surgery this year, so I guess I’ll get my Christmas wish from Santa after all.

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