The Lost Art of Gift Giving

“Can I make an observation?” Josephine asked as she snapped another photo. Her client was stood between a pair of Christmas Trees wearing a Santa red latex dress with matching stiletto and glossy nylon pantyhose. Usually, her clients ordered her photoshoot experience days as a feminine escape from their mundane masculine existences, but in spite of the layers of cosmetics painting Greg's face into a creature of beauty, he did not look pleased at all. “You don't seem all that happy. Are you not enjoying this? We can try some different outfits if you would prefer?”

“It's that obvious is it?” Greg brushed some blonde locks of his wig from his face and gently rolled his eyes. With makeup contouring on his face and his thick red lips, it looked like little more than a prissy pout. “Look, I don't want to offend, but this really isn't my thing.” He watched the vivacious photographer's face contort with confusion and sighed. “It's my cousins... There are four of us, and we kind of came up with this tradition about 7 or 8 years ago that whatever we received from each other for Christmas had to be used regardless of how we felt about it. We kind of had issues with re-gifting and it was supposed to fix this and teach each of us to be more grateful. That was the intention anyway.” Greg blushed as if remembering his predicament and started to fidget with the petticoat beneath his dress before thinking better of it. “So, after a few years, I kind of started to have some fun with it. I would gift weird embarrassing things, John got a mankini, I got Abigail a whipped-cream enema kit...the one year I got Kacey glow in the dark nipple rings. She didn't realise she had to keep them in for six weeks so they would heal...she had them in for her wedding...”

“So let me guess,” Josephine grinned and started to shoot pictures again. “They teamed up and got you a makeover photoshoot with little old me this year? By the way, what actually is to say you actually have to use the presents? What's to stop you saying no?”

“It is an automatic disinvite from everything, every family event – weddings, birthdays...even the Easter Egg Hunt. It is immediate family pariah status.” Greg settled his hands on his hips. “And actually, the photoshoot was just John's gift. Kacey got me a round of hormone therapy, she insisted I take them for a month before I came to you. She quote unquote wanted me to have curves to show off. And Abigail...well, she got me...” He glanced down nervously at the hem of his vinyl dress and whispered, “...a chastity cage...”

“Ah...” Josephine chuckled, “now I understand why you didn't want me to show you how to tuck after I put your breastplate on. You're already tucked up nice and tight.” She arched one eyebrow over her camera. “That is if the pills have left you much to tuck.” She tried to stifle her laughter as she continued to shoot photos. The cousins had got Greg good but it probably wasn't the moment to mention that John had paid for the premium package and she had used permanent makeup and threaded the wig into his actual hair.  

 

The After Party

 

“That's it, Ladies. Get under their nice and deep. Your gifts are down there somewhere...maybe right at the back!” Mr. Henderson's gameshow-host baritone echoed across the room and over the heads of the prone figures of Freddy and his Mother.

“Hey, Mom!” Freddy hissed, giving a furious side-eye. “Maybe your promotion's under here too...” His Mother didn't return his glare. Her makeup caked face just kept on looking earnestly under her boss's office Christmas tree as if the keys to her future career did indeed lie down there somewhere. Freddy sighed and chewed on his ruby coated lower lip. How had he allowed himself to get roped into his Mom's shameless scheme like this? Was his dignity really worth so little? Behind them, the magnanimous Mr. Henderson was lighting a fireplace and Freddy felt the flames warm his exposed buttcheeks. He wanted to reach back and pull the Christmas jumper back down over his ass but the last thing he needed was to draw any further attention to his rear than necessary. It was bad enough that the panties his Mom had given him to wear were on full display.

“Oh, Sir, you are far too generous!” His Mother announced in a liquorice sweet voice as she laid her hands on a pair of wrapped boxes Really, these gorgeous Christmas jumpers were more than enough!" She leaned in close to Freddy so that her dark hair became intermingled with the blonde highlights of his wig and gave him a stern look that said 'Don t ruin this for me!' Freddy rolled his eves and felt his heavy lashes as he did so remind him he was wearing even more makeup than his mother. The jumpers really were more than enough. His mother had flirted shamelessly with Mr. Henderson throughout the party and when he had insisted they stay for champagne in his office after the rest of the guests had left, he had presented them with a pair of Christmas jumpers - the figure hugging kind that were meant to be worn like dress - a dress that rode up mercilessly when you started crawling around on your hands and knees.

“Oh no...” Freddy gasped as he saw what his mother had produced from the first of the gift boxes. She was holding a pair of pink fur-lined handcuffs from one of her French-tipped fingers. The cogs of greeds were turning behind her eyes as she pondered how much she wanted this promotion. Meanwhile, Mr. Henderson's son had taken his place in the doorway of his father's office and the two men gazed down at the two women on their knees beneath the Christmas tree with matching grins stretched across their faces.

“Don't worry, Jessica. You have a pair too!” Mr. Henderson smiled and put his arm around his son's shoulders. “We are a family company here. If you can make my boy happy, I will be sure to make your mother very happy indeed!” Freddy's pretty mouth dropped open in horror just as his mother thrust the remaining gift box triumphantly into his hands.

Regifted

 

Giles knew something was wrong the moment he opened his eyes. Waking up underneath the Christmas Tree was never a good way to start the day. How much brandy had he drank last night? Groaning, he stumbled to his feet, taking a line of tinsel from the tree with him. His head was spinning and he raised a hand to his temple to find that he was still wearing the stupid Santa hat that girl from the bar had put on his head. He scrunched his eyes in an attempt to remember anything else he didn't need his wife finding out about. Finding nothing but a blurry haze, he attempted to remove the tinsel from around his neck only for it to catch on something. Hair? He fumbled with confusion. Long glossy hair? Following the line of tinsel with his eyes, his breath caught in his throat at the sight of a slender, tight feminine body with a pierced navel and tidy round breasts wrapped in a red silk ribbon. He raised the tinsel up that was by now draped over his shoulders like he was a snake dancer, as if his normal male body was there somewhere – he just needed to find it.

“In case you haven't figured it out yet, it is a bodysuit!” Giles's wife stood in the doorway with her arms folder over her chest. “It is my present to myself. Cause I know now I can't rely on my worthless husband to get me something I want – except maybe stumbling home blackout drunk and smelling of perfume on Christmas Eve. It sure made getting you in that thing a damn sight easier.” She watched Giles open and close his mouth pathetically and strode across the room towards him. “You promised me something good this year. And, fool me, I actually believed you – despite how many times you have disappointed me in the past. I believed you until I found these in the closet anyway!” She held up a plastic display box. “Ho-Ho-Ho Horny vibrating nipple rings,” she read aloud, “self-piercing and equipped with mini-electroshocks to give your love life a spark this Christmas.” Giles's wife sighed. “No, freaking, thank you!?”

“Honey...” Giles started to protest and paused at the sound of the soft feminine lilt that was now his voice. He raised a hand to his swan-like throat and traced a finger to a pair of soft pink lips, which were by now hanging open in horror. He caught his wife's glare before shifting his gaze to his would-be gift. The box was empty. His knees quivering involuntarily.

“Whatever is the matter?” His wife smiled coyly. “Is it this?” She pulled a keyfob from her pocket and seconds later Giles was squealing in pain as sparks shot from his ribbon covered breasts. “I guess at least your shitty gift came with batteries.” She smirked cruelly and gave him another zap. “And to think this is what you wanted for me... To spark my tits until I performed whatever depraved act you wanted from me.” She watched with satisfaction as Giles's new delicate form fell to his knees in front of the tree panting. “Well, we'll see who the Ho Ho Ho really is this afternoon. I invited a couple of my guy friends over for Christmas dinner. I haven't decided yet if I am going to make you watch them screw me, or if I will watch them give you a good stuffing – either way you are finally giving me a gift I actually want...”

Whatever Happened to Britt? (...is You!)

 The original caption of this story is here

“That Bitch!!” Britt groaned removing the remaining wrapping paper from the present. Bearing a big bow and a tag with his name, the gift had been sitting innocently beneath the tree with the rest of them. No-one could have guessed what it really was – a grenade filled with with red velvet and fur. An explosion set to go off and ruin Britt's life all over again. How could she do this to him? After all these years... After all he had been through to get here... All his hard work... He allowed the dress to slip through his hands to the floor knowing it would inevitably encase his body before the end of the night. “Melanie, haven't you had your pound of flesh already?” He put his head in his hands.

Ten years ago Britt had experienced a Christmas countdown like no other. His girlfriend, Melanie was away at college and he had organised to shower her with twelve days of gifts to prime her for romance during the holiday break. In return, Melanie had arranged a countdown of her own. Starting with a self-help hypnosis course named 'Be the Perfect Partner with the Guru Self Hypnosis', Britt had been unsuspectingly subjected to hypnotic self-feminisation and Melanie had followed up this initial 'gift' with all the tools Britt needed to complete his own transformation. And why? Simply an elaborate way for Melanie to break up with him and see other people.

It had taken almost an entire year of intense therapy and subliminal suggestion for Britt to break the pink satin chains the course's addiction had trussed him with. Session after session of humiliation to unpick his obsession with becoming the alter-ego Melanie had forced upon him. He had become a joke to family and friends who couldn't fathom that his new compulsion was anything other than a fetish. Even years later, an unfortunate cue, the wrong kind of trigger, and Britt would relapse once again and his feminine side would emerge. He would gather up the cosmetics, the underwear, the wigs that his alter-ego had stashed in places he would never find, and his feminine side would emerge once more. Evidently, Melanie knew all this.

In was hours later and Britt found himself in the park. He was vaguely aware that what he was doing was against his will and embarrassing, but he had slipped into the velvet dress all the same. He had pulled up those long socks and put on the fur hat, waxed his body and painted his face in total obedience to his long dormant programming. It was snowing and he held his hands out to catch some flakes, aware of the picture of beauty he must be painting. As much as he got good at fighting his female urges, he couldn't deny that when they got the better of him, they did a sterling job.

“There you are!” Melanie stepped out from between the trees. She was older now but still stunningly attractive. “I always liked this side of you. I was just too young and stupid to know what I had. I am so glad I can still bring out your feminine side. I think I am going to be seeing a lot more of it from now on!”

Whatever Happened to Evan? (Flashback Christmas)

On this very special Christmas edition of Flashback Friday we journey all the way back to last year to check in on Evan. Last Christmas his girlfriend gave him her heart, but the very next day he gave it away to focus on plans of a debauchery filled trip to Vegas. In the lead up to Christmas he was visited by the bimbos of past, present and future but he failed to heed all their warnings to change his ways and ultimately he would join them in bimbodom. Now twelve months later, it's time to see how he enjoyed his year...

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Leftovers Part 1 (an Aiko Christmas)

All I Want For Christmas...

The Wrong Present

Merry Christmas! Happy Holidays! Wesolych Swiat!

np. my story caps will return January 2nd when Im back from vacation, between now and then I will try to post some minicaps I made.

A Bimbo Christmas Carol Part 3

A Bimbo Christmas Carol Part 2

A Bimbo Christmas Carol Part 1