Jen had a troubling day at school. She pigged out again at lunch on cookies and milk,
eating like a woman possessed. When her friends questioned it she simply snapped at
them. If it was anybody else they might have thought it suspicious, but Jen was a bitch
after all. On the bus ride home she felt like her face was itchy and immediately went to the
bathroom to find out why.
When she looked in the mirror what she saw shocked her. A beard! She had a beard! It
was just peach fuzz for now but it was definitely a beard. She gingery pulled on it, but
much to her horror it refused to come off. That’s when she leaned in for a closer look.
“Is…is…it white?” she whispered to herself.
Jen ran from the bathroom and curled up in terror on the couch. After about an hour or so
Jen’s stomach was gurgling and she went into the kitchen. It would not be the first time
she would find solace in food. As she checked the kitchen the only thing she found she
wanted was more cookies and milk.
“No. I will not give into Kyle,” he said proudly. She then took a bite out of a carrot stick
she took from the refrigerator. Her face contorted and she spit it out into the sink.
“Oh God. Oh God,” Jen cried, “I can’t stand anything but cookies and milk.” Jen began to
sob as she brought the cookies and milk into the living room and reclined in a chair. She
ate and ate, losing track of the time while watching TV. She wanted to just forget about her
life right now.
Hours passed and Jen was watching a comedy. She began to laugh at a silly joke on TV.
“Ho Ho Ho, that’s funny.” Suddenly Jen bolted upright. “Did I just Ho Ho Ho!?!”
She looked around to see she had eaten 3 packages of cookies and drank a gallon of milk.
Jen ran to her bathroom again, and stared at her changes. There she stood in her Aunt’s
now too tight pants and what was once a baggy blouse.
She was heavier now, with a big belly that shook like a bowl full of Jelly and some meaty
legs. Her boobs had become mobs, and her hands pudgier and a bit manlier. Her cheeks
and nose were rosier too. She noticed her beard was thicker, not quite like Santa’s, but she
realized that it was only a matter of days before it did. Her blonde hair seemed duller in
color.
“Like it’s turning white,” she whispered.
Jen put her hands in her pants to find her clitoris was bigger, and her vagina smaller. She
fell to her knees on the bathroom floor and began to cry.
“I’m gonna be SANTA CLAUS!”