I don't know why, but finding Santa was a crossdresser didn't bother me for a moment, in fact it seemed almost logical. There are no nosy neighbors at...the North Pole, and you can keep the curtains open or take a walk in the neighborhood without fear of being seen. What with working only one day a year there is ample time to dress up whenever you feel like it, and the elves are another species; they could care less what we crazy humans do in our spare time. What other job would allow you to roam. A shiver travelled down my body as he continued to stare down my top. Self-consciously I reached up and closed the open flaps of my top and held my hand there to preserve my modesty. This elicited an open chuckle from him and he smiled at me all knowingly. Turning away I walked over to the next row of selves and notice out of the corner of my eyes how he was checking out my ass with a leering grin. Nothing shies about this fellow I though. His open approval of my body brought a slight smile to. The perfect man for me. When he got into my car I could smell the aftershave on him, the one I had gotten him for Christmas past and he wore the blue chequered top with tan trousers/pants that I loved. ‘If only you knew’ I couldn’t help but think. When we got to the cinema he bought my ticket for me which was unusual we took turn in who would buy. This time I would get the popcorn and drinks. Throughout the film we couldn’t stop laughing, it was amazing. There were a couple of awkward moments. See you as soon as I can get there.” —o—o— Halsey reached the door and removed her shoes, knowing a pair of house slippers waited inside the door. She opened the door and heard the security system announce that the door was open. It was dark: this was unlike Maia, who tended to keep lights burning everywhere. “Maia? Are you here?” Halsey flipped the switch on the foyer light. “I’m upstairs. Wait there, please.” “Okay. What’s going on?” “It’s a surprise. Your birthday came early this year,.