‎Santa was very cross. It was Christmas Eve and NOTHING was going right. Mrs Claus had burned all the cookies. The elves were complaining about not ...etting paid for the overtime they had worked while making the toys. The reindeer had been drinking all afternoon and were dead drunk. To make matters worse, they had taken the sleigh out for a spin earlier in the day and had crashed it into a tree. Santa was furious. “I can’t believe it! I’ve got to deliver millions of presents all over the world. One was pounding a girl that had a blank expression on her face. The other was watching from where he blocked the alley. It took me a minute, but then I recognized the girl getting fucked was a girl I had seen Chrissy bring over to the old house a few times to swim.The girl’s romper had the top buttons missing, her bra had the front-clasp hooks bent to where they couldn’t hook anymore, a leg hole with the seam ripped open, and only a tiny piece of fabric clinging to the elastic waistband. I was christened Christopher. I preferred the nothing.I am a girl. I'm seventeen. I am a fraud and my life is a lie. Hell, it's not even mine; I'm living somebody else's life (whoever they are I hope to God they're happier than me).I hate college (school, sixth form, whatever you want to call it - it all just means bullying and humiliation to me; have anxiety, will travel). It crushes me. At least at home I can be some vague shadow of the person I believe myself to be, but I cannot be me. Following her father's suggestion, she adopted the garb of a young lad to make her exercise more comfortable and unrestricted by the myriad of layered petticoats deemed proper for females of any age or persuasion.One unfortunate side effect of this change in dress was the fact that her flanks were quite exposed to the depraved glances of the female-deprived males shut up in close quarters for a lengthy voyage. The thin cloth of her trousers did little to hide the sensual curve of her buttocks.