A Shemale Christmas Carol

I got a job working as a mall Santa at the local mall during the Christmas shopping season one year. It had been a real shitty year for me. My wife of almost twenty years left me for a younger man, I lost my other job due to layoffs and, on top of all that, my doctor diagnosed me with high blood pressure (gee, I wonder why?). So believe me when I say the last thing I wanted was to work as Santa and spread joy and good tidings to bratty children, but I was broke and I needed the job. I dreaded my first day as Santa. The damn suit was itchy and the hairs from my fake beard kept going in my mouth. But then I saw something--or, rather, someone--that put me in the holiday spirit big time.

Her name was Sheila. She was a twenty-year-old college student who was hired to be my "elf." She had long blonde hair, a slim figure and a sexy little smile that could make a man's cock melt. I was instantly attracted to Sheila the second I laid eyes on her even though I was old enough to be her father! Sheila was friendly and was a great help to me as my first day as Santa, especially in dealing with all those damned screaming and fussy kids. I don't think I could've been able to make it through my first day without her help. After my long day on the job, I was sitting on a small bench still dressed in my Santa suit in the small dressing room they provided for me and Sheila trying to recuperate from being around all those whiny kids when Sheila walked in. She was wearing that skimpy elves outfit that matched my red Santa suit that looked like she was poured into it. I tried not to stare at her but I was finding it increasingly difficult not to! Sheila had her back turned to me so I didn't think she'd catch me adjusting myself. Apparently I was wrong.

"Do you like what you see, Santa?" Sheila said to me, her back still turned to me as she was starting to take off her outfit.

I didn't answer her I was so stunned by what she said. I couldn't help but notice earlier how rather mannish her voice sounded.