This is an entry in the Literotica Winter Holiday Contest, and is part of an ongoing series on the life of Angel Jones, a beautiful young T-girl in London. For more detailed information on her and on the other characters who appear in this story, please see previous episodes.
Angel Jones was unsure what Christmas would be like for her that year. It would be the first one away from her family, and really she did miss them, although not as much as one might have expected. Ever since starting the process of changing her gender, Angel had been something of an embarrassment her parents. They professed to love her, and there was no reason to doubt their sincerity, but Angel had the impression they would rather love her from a distance than in proximity to their friends and neighbors in her home town. She had exchanged holiday cards with them, and she would telephone them on Christmas Day, but that would be the limit of their contact that year.
She had no other close relatives and no school chums whom she would want to see again. During her childhood, Angel had no really close friends and, after the advent of the gender change, no friends at all. Partly because of her infatuation with George Parker, she had not formed any friendships of any durability with her coworkers in that city's branch of the bank where she was currently employed. Their affair had ended badly and, under no circumstances, would she ever want to see that man again. There were some residual warm feelings toward his brother, William, but not strong enough to make Angel want to renew the relationship, especially since it would probably mean seeing George again.
At her current posting in the main office of that same bank, she had several cordial relationships, especially with Millie Dobbs and her other fellow tellers. They were still somewhat at arms-length, because Angel had been reluctant to tell anybody about the gender change. She thought of herself as being 100% a woman and, from the words and actions of others, she knew she was a beautiful and desirable one.
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