They were trimmed to the quick, but the beds were long—a perfect end to the shapely fingers they capped. He waited patiently for his purchases to b... rung, tapping his fingertips in time to the inoffensively boring music that wafted through the shop. I imagined that he worked in an office of some sort, for his hands bore no sign of manual labor. Yet they had a strength about them; an enticing dexterity that made me wish he was tapping them in a far more intimate place—a place that was growing. Then she burst out laughing.“Is that what’s worrying you? That she’ll steal me away?” she asked, doing her best to contain her amusement.“No… I don’t know… I… I guess I’m just… worried that…” I stammered.“That what?”“… that you might like women better and might not want me anymore…” I said in a rush.“Why would you think that?” she asked, quieter now.“I don’t know. You like it when I dress up as ‘Jenny’. You even like to fuck me when I am ‘Jenny’. I guess I thought maybe you liked it because you. I nodded. "This incident will be a major distraction for everyone involved. We need to use it." I wasn't only sure of it; distractions were a very well used tactic. Something in my newly acquired memories told me that.Everyone else got up; those still not fully ready to leave made preparations. Once everyone had everything ready, we left together.When we got down to the parking garage Renée asked, "What about Sally?"I looked at the young woman in question. Something told me she would be safe. While being caught up in the moment I tried to slip my hand into my true loves when he smacked my hand away. ‘Back off Santa I don’t swing that way.’ He told me sticking an elf in between us. I just smiled weakly at him feeling sure that I would turn back into the hot sexy woman that is being held prisoner in Santa’s body! We were shown to our room and these tiny little hand maidens knocked me down on the bed and began stripping me out of my Santa Clothes and placed me into a big red gown with.