Christmas Swap
When Albert Green donates the last $20 he has as a gesture of goodwill to a funny old man beside a mysteriously decorated tree, he’s blessed with the chance to make a single, magical Christmas wish! He closes his eyes and wishes for the one thing he’s wanted more than anything else in his whole life: to experience life as a woman. That night, the three spirits of Christmas appear to him in his dreams and work a holiday miracle on his sleeping form.
When he awakens, he’s shocked to discover that he’s sixteen years old again and trapped in the body of an alternate reality version of himself that has always been female! Not only that, but she’s smoking hot. The spirits have granted him two weeks in his own past to experience what life as a woman would have been like, and Albert—now “Allie”—intends to enjoy every possible moment of it.
Will Allie be able to navigate the new and foreign challenges of her strict Catholic school as a teenage girl, beat the mean queen bee Eva Grey, and get an invite to the Christmas dance from her own best friend (and hot crush) Jacob Heyward? And as she slowly falls in love with her new, feminine body, will she find a way to hang onto it? The spirits hinted that there might be a way to remain as Allie forever, but only if she manages to find something as magical as true love’s kiss before her time runs out…
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I flushed and quickly washed my hands, suddenly oblivious to the other girls in my urgency to get to my locker, and raced out of the bathroom and down the hall. As I rounded the corner into my locker bay, I collided with another student and lost my grip on my book bag. He kept his footing, but I went tumbling to the floor. My backpack skidded away from me, and I landed on my padded rear with a painful bounce.
“Owwww,” I said, grimacing.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” someone said. Why does that voice sound familiar? A pair of strong hands slipped under my arms and lifted me up like it was nothing, helping me back onto my feet. I turned around, stammering my own apology, but the words died on my lips. It was Jacob! My Jacob!
“Dude!” I cried. instead “You have no idea how glad I am to see you! It’s been forever.”
Before I even realized what I was doing, I had enveloped him in a huge, friendly hug. It had been two years since I’d seen that handsome, goofy face of his, and I’d missed him terribly. He had been deployed to the Middle East when he joined the army, sent on scouting missions, and even when he was home on leave it had only been for a few days at a time. Seeing him in front of me, in the flesh, sixteen years old again and already looking as much of a man as he had at twenty, was one of the best Christmas gifts I could have asked for.
But then I noticed he wasn’t hugging me back. He was resting his hands gently on my shoulders, a look of shock on his face. Furthermore, I noticed for the first time that my body was having an unexpected reaction to being pressed up against a boy like this. Rather than the friendly, masculine bear hug sensation I was used to feeling with Jacob, now our bodies had come together like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. My curves practically melted into him, pushing my pert breasts against his chest, and I felt the hardness of his developing stiffy push against my bare leg through his pants, as well as the smooth curve of his muscles in his back and arms wherever he touched me. I felt a warm, tingling sensation in my crotch, and blushed as I realized that I was wet down there! Holding Jacob like this had turned me on in a big way, apparently I had turned him on too, and the worst part was that I really, really liked that… I didn’t want to let go of him, but I forced myself to disentangle and step back before I could embarrass myself any more.
He looked even redder than I was, and then he said slowly: “Uh, is this some kind of joke? You see me every day, Allie. Your locker is right next to mine. You just don’t usually say more than two words to me…”
I was stunned. Could it be possible? Jacob was my best friend in the world. I loved everything about him. Our lockers had been side by side since the first day of middle school, which was how we had met, and we’d become best friends in high school bonding over all kinds of regular teenage problems. He’d even thought about dating Eva Grey once, back in 7th grade, when she was all knees and elbows and hadn’t yet developed into the bombshell she’d later become, and I’d talked him out of it because I thought he was too cool and too smart to be with her. She was still probably dumb, and I had no idea how hot she was going to get… and mean. He really dodged a bullet there.
But then I realized that as a girl, especially as a pretty girl, we probably wouldn’t have ever struck up a conversation at our lockers. We wouldn’t have bonded over teenage problems, because that bonding had happened over teenage male problems. But Jacob was so handsome! It was a strange thought to have, and it popped into my head out of nowhere, but I knew the truth of it was that I’d always thought that about him… for some reason it was only now, as a girl, that I felt like I could admit that to myself about him.
It was even worse, because in this female body, I felt the most amazing attraction to him. I loved the way his eyes followed my small movements, and I was almost hypnotized by every little detail of his. The attraction was ten times as powerful as anything I’d ever felt for him when I was a man, and I could tell that he was attracted to me too, even if my little stunt with the hug hadn’t proved it by giving him a boner. Right now all I wanted to do was rush back to him and feel him sweep me up in his strong arms again. These teenage hormones were no joke! I’d forgotten how powerful they were, and I’d never experienced them from the female side.
My biology was screaming for me to mate—more specifically, to mate with Jacob…
