Christmas Elf - Festive Cheer

“I just don’t get why it has to be me! You know I hate Christmas”, Nick pleaded as his boss marched him further into the labyrinth of corridors at the back of the store.

“I’ve explained it to you a hundred times. You’re the only one who will fit the costume, so it’s up to you. It’s only fair”, Mr Benson said, gesturing to Nick’s skinny body as his employee walked hesitantly ahead of him. “Besides, it’s not like anyone will realise it’s you. I don’t know what you’re afraid of!”

“Can’t we just get another costume?” Nick asked. By now, they had long since left the familiar storerooms and offices connected to the shop and were slowly making their way to the furthest reaches of the shopping complex.

“It’s too late. All the male elf costumes are used, and Maddy can’t come in. You know this is the only way” Mr Benson said, forcefully. He stopped walking, and Nick slowed down ahead of him, turning around to face his employer. “Listen kid – it’s Christmas. The whole team has to pull together to make sure this is a success. If you want to get paid at all, you’ll do what I say.” Reluctantly, Nick nodded, heading further. Soon, the two were in a massive warehouse, filled boxes, labelled by companies that Nick didn’t recognise.

“What even was back here?” Nick asked, poking at one of the boxes, covered in dust.

“It was some kind of internet distribution company; I don’t really know. They disappeared practically overnight, leaving all their stock behind”, Mr Benson said, looking up at the piles upon piles of boxes. The room was dimly lit, the lights buzzing over their heads. “But the costume I mentioned should be in these boxes just ahead”, he added, pointing at a small pile, still stacked on a palette as if about to be shipped off at a moment’s notice. “Just put that costume on first, then this one”, Mr Benson said, tossing Nick a bag containing a bright green elf costume. “I’ll be waiting outside. Don’t be too long – we’ve already got kids lining up outside the store!” he said, quickly making his way back through the warehouse and leaving Nick alone.

He realised that he had little choice. Even though it was just a temporary retail job, Mr Benson’s word was law. Nick knew that he needed the money so would have to do whatever his boss asked. He put the bag containing the green costume to one side and went over to the sealed cardboard box. Slicing open the tape, he instinctively recoiled when he opened the cardboard to reveal what was inside.

A woman’s face was staring back at him, neatly folded up inside the box. The face was unerringly lifelike, except for the absence of eyes, which stared at him through empty sockets. Slowly, Nick poked at the strange ‘costume’, curiously finding the flesh felt identical to the real thing. Awkwardly he shifted the head aside, fighting through the mass of thick, dark brown hair. Holding the suit by the shoulders, he hefted it out of the box. It was surprisingly heavy, the fleshy suit wobbling slightly as he struggled to keep it upright. It was just like Mr Benson had told him – it looked like someone had been perfectly skinned, their whole body preserved with complete accuracy. Embarrassed despite being alone, Nick could see the suit’s small breasts and the vagina between its long, thin legs. Flipping it over, he found the tiny zip just as he expected, the zipper smaller than his smallest fingernail. Holding the suit up against his own body, there was no way that he would be able to fit into it comfortably.

Nick placed the suit loosely back into the box it had came in. The whole situation was embarrassing, but Mr Benson had forced his hand. When he had first explained his idea to Nick, the premise sounded completely stupid – no child was going to believe that the strange bodysuit stretched over his male body was really a cute Christmas elf. But, now that Nick had seen the suit, he was getting curious. Whatever company the suit had been made for clearly spared no expense. He noticed an old mirror propped up against a wall. There would be no harm in trying it on, would there? And if he didn’t think it suited, he would just tell Mr Benson that there was no way he could take the job.

Nick stripped down, shivering in the chill of the warehouse’s stagnant air. Despite being alone, he felt incredibly exposed. He covered his genitals, heading over to the suit. Lifting it out of the box once more, he unzipped the back of it, catching sight of the insides that were barely illuminated by the light. The outside of the suit was the perfect simulacrum of the female body, but whatever the inside of the skin was made from, it was utterly alien. A thick, slippery substance coated it. Curious, Nick poked a finger in, finding it sinking deep into the lining with a tingle of electricity. As he took a deep breath, readying to squeeze his naked body inside the suit, he couldn’t help but admit that he was a little excited. At first, the money was all that drove him, but now that he had the suit in his hand it was the idea of spending the day in someone else’s skin that gave him a brief thrill. Eager, Nick slipped his legs inside the suit.

Nick’s legs felt as though they were floating, hopelessly treading water in a pool. Then, something connected in the suit. The strange substance coated his skin, the tingling spreading across his legs. He manoeuvred his feet into the leg holes and squeezed them further in, the suit coming tight across him. Eventually, there was no further room to push them. Looking down, Nick could feel himself moving his toes within the suit and the brightly painted dainty toes waggling on the outside of it, perfectly in sync. He was incredulous. It felt impossible – his legs took up far more room than the suit had allowed, but somehow, they were comfortably inside of it. He brushed his hands along his new legs, feeling how smooth and hairless they felt, his nerve endings magically connecting with the suit so that he could feel every sensitive touch.

Gradually, Nick pulled it higher. The suit still felt heavy in his hands, awkwardly trying to pull it further up his body as the strange flesh-fabric stretched and strained against him. With a sudden tug, the suit slid further up him, clinging tight over his groin. Nick’s hands went to his rear where his fingers sunk deep into the curvy, pert behind that was now impossible to separate from the real thing. Leaning forwards, he could see that his manhood was now safely surrounded in the suit, encased inside the gel like substance. On the outside, he could feel the air lightly brushing over an altogether unfamiliar organ. His mind struggled to process the sensation. He could feel his penis inside the suit, but at the same there was an emptiness where he knew it should be, the vagina on the outside of the suit seamlessly blending with his own body.

Pulling it higher still, Nick felt the air squeeze out of his lungs as the suit came over his torso. He couldn’t resist peeking inside, seeing his regular body encased in the suit, while on the other side he now had a soft tummy, his body jiggling slightly with each motion. Hanging off of his chest, Nick could feel the weight of the breasts, swaying back and forth. He bent down, sliding his arms inch by inch inside of the arm holes, his newly sensitive skin prickling into goosebumps. He brushed his fingertips together, strangely enjoying the clicking noise of his glossy fingernails hitting against one another. Leaning back, Nick felt the breasts clasp tight onto his chest. He gasped as their sensitivity momentarily overcame him, watching shocked as the suit’s nipples grew erect from the cold. He could feel their weight now spread out across his chest, naturally adjusting his posture to account for the new sensation.

Nick paused for a second, looking over his body. From the neck down, he had the body of a young woman. He never would have believed it was possible until he had seen the suit, but now that he was almost complete, he was desperate to finish. The mask-like head hung down before him, the hair tickling at his waist. Taking a deep breath, Nick pulled it up and over his own head, feeling the mask come impossible tight around him. He blinked and fumbled with the eyeholes, struggling to see. Reaching behind him, he found it surprisingly easy with his smaller body to pull the zipper up to its proper position, seamlessly hidden beneath the hair. Once the zip was fully up, Nick opened his eyes.

It was unlike anything he had ever dreamed of. He could look down, through the eyes of the suit, and see his body arranged before him. Even though he knew the sight was not his own body, it felt as real as ever. He had managed to forget about the sensation of his own body, tucked away inside the suit. Even the feeling of his long hair brushing against his bare back was growing more and more familiar.

“This is crazy…” Nick said, before slamming a hand over his own mouth in shock. His voice had changed, now high and womanly. A wave of excitement came over him – there was no chance that anyone would be able to recognise him.

Opening the costume that Mr Benson had provided, Nick realised something. While it was designed for a woman, it was just a costume and didn’t contain all of the essentials. He had a green and red dress, some black heeled boots, a pair of red and white stripy tights, and the stereotypical pointy elf half, but no underwear or bra. “Guess I’ll just have to go without”, Nick said aloud. Quietly, he found the thought of it thrilling. Leaning back against one of the boxes, he carefully pulled the pair of tights up and over his long legs. Though they were cartoonishly bright, the tight material helped emphasise the thin elegance of his legs. Unbuttoning the large, playful buttons on the dress, Nick pulled it on and over himself. The edged skirt came down to just above his knees. With some adjustments, he soon found he was wearing it comfortably, his hair naturally tumbling down over the bright collar. He pulled on the small, decorative belt, the accessory helping to highlight his slight hourglass curves. Slipping on the two boots, Nick felt more confident as their heels raised his height by several inches, bringing his height back up closer to what it was before he squeezed into the bodysuit. Finally, he placed the hat on his head, giggling softly as he heard the tiny bells on it jingle.

Walking shakily over to the mirror, Nick froze when he saw the woman looking back at him. His face burst into a smile. She looked like the epitome of wholesome festive joy, a naturally beautiful grin on her face. Nick had little time to admire his looks, with Mr Benson’s voice calling across the warehouse to interrupt him.

“Are you done, Nick? Or should I say Nicola?” Mr Benson yelled, his voice echoing.

“Just coming!”, she said, winking at her reflection before heading off to work.

Nicola spent her shift surrounded by festive cheer. Once, she had viewed the holiday as just another time of year for rampant commercialism. Now, she was beginning to understand what it was truly about: joy. She watched families coming together in her store, buying presents but also sharing memories. The spirit of Christmas had moved her, and she wanted nothing more than to snuggle up by an open fire with a hot drink and watch cosy films with her family. She had found working in the suit surprisingly comfortable. If anything, she was moving with more grace and confidence than before. By the time she finished her shift and she had gone back to the warehouse to change, she couldn’t bear to part with the suit. It had awoken something in her, and deep down she knew she was happier as Nicola than she ever was as Nick. She felt fun, confident, and like her whole life was now ahead of her, ready to be seized and turned into something amazing.

Taking one final look in the mirror, she made herself a promise. She was going to ask Mr Benson if she could have the suit for life, not just for Christmas.

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I thought I'd write a fun seasonal Christmas story! It's been a while since my last bodysuit story so this was a chance to get back to it. I hope you enjoy reading it!