Santa Likes Shemales Femboys

Did you know Santa Clause is real....and he likes shemales femboys??!I It happened last Christmas Eve. I fell asleep watching the snow fall just outside my window. I was comfy under my layers of warm blankets I clutched tightly, in the black lace panties and red lingerie night dress or nighty I wear to bed. A loud thud on the roof above me startled me awake and I heard the jingles of bells and the sounds of an animal sneezing. A few seconds later I heard what sounded like someone walking around in my living room downstairs.

Still groggy, I grabbed my cell phone to be ready to call 911 and peered out my door and down the hall. "Ho, ho, ho!" I heard a man's deep voice say in a hearty laugh. I knew Santa wasn't real, so I figured this was some robber trying to pass himself as Santa. But how stupid did this guy think I am?

I crept down the stairs quietly and found my living room bathed in an unexplained light and a tall, chubby man standing in front of my Christmas Tree. He looked just like the stereotypical Santa Clause, some nerve. "What the fuck are you doing?" I yelled indignant.

The man, who was eating the cookies and drinking the milk I left out just as a fun tradition, turned around to look at me. "Watch your language, Chrissy," he scolded me gently. "You're already on my naughty list."

"How did you know my name?"

"Ho, ho, ho! I know everything about you, including when you're sleeping and when you are awake. I'm Santa!"

"Santa isn't real!"

"So you don't believe your eyes?"

"You're just some thug dressed up as Santa."

"Ho, ho, ho! Look up at the roof and tell me how a thug got a magical sleigh and a team of magical, flying reindeer. Ho, ho, ho!"

I didn't have to look, the noise I heard on my roof earlier lined up perfectly with that of reindeer.

"But...but...you're not real." I stuttered.

"Chrissy, I'm as real as you want me to be. And you have been naughty. Ho, ho, ho!"

"If that's true," I challenged. "Why are you in my home?"