Christmas Sweater

Alex Matthews arrived home from another busy day at the department store he worked at. The six foot tall with a full head of red hair clumsily entered the side door of the one and a half story house he was renting. Trudging up the side stairs up to his small one bedroom apartment, the relief of unlocking his door and walking in was clear as he collapsed on his sofa in his very small sitting area.

Taking off his foggy glasses, the 27 year old sighed heavily thinking of how exhausting his day of work had been and how much he hated that tomorrow was Christmas Eve.

Christmas was always a very tough time of year for Alex. His family was fractured all of his life with his Dad abandoning them before Alex was born. Alex's Mom, Julie Matthews, struggled to make ends meet as she worked for years at a gas station. Alex remembers more than one Christmas in his Mom's car waiting outside while she worked on Christmas Eve. Alex and his Mom typically got together for Christmas Eve lunch but he has been dreading the get together for weeks and secretly hopes it gets cancelled.

Many times the Christmas Eve day lunches devolved into arguing or Alex's Mom trying to rewrite the past by saying how things were much better than they actually were. Julie would also blame her place in life on Alex's Dad who had been gone for decades. It was always such a draining experience for Alex, especially seeing his Mom begin to have health problems due to weight and overall poor health choices. Her mental anguish over all of the years certainly didn't help matters at all.

Determined to try to make something better for himself, and the fact college wasn't an option financially, Alex got himself a retail job at a home goods store and worked as many hours as he could to afford the drab and sad micro sized apartment. With his limited budget, the apartment was filled with second hand furniture and completely void of any real decorations except for a couple of posters of Alex's favorite movies and video games.

Alex rubbed his face and his blue eyes as he thought about how he was just barely getting by. His mind flashed to interactions he had that day with some female coworkers. Alex knew he was awkward in his conversations with them but the reality was he knew he had no confidence or anything going for him at all. The thought of asking any of them on a date was a depressing idea because he knew a big and clumsy redhead wasn't exactly a date many girls would say yes to.

Eventually, Alex turned on his Xbox and heated up some Ramen noodles to go with a soda.

A state away, Dennis Barrett drove in his old and beaten up truck down a dark highway in the middle of nowhere. The 53 year old carpenter was dreaded the last couple hours of his trip before getting to his house and start drinking his way through Christmas. These trips out of state for work helped pay the bills for sure but they continued to wear down Dennis and he hoped he could find some sort of local work soon.

The glare from the oncoming cars are the only light Dennis saw until he looked down at his dashboard and noticed his low fuel light was on. Dennis wondered how he missed that he was low on fuel earlier and then tried to figure out whether or not he could get his old truck home before he ran out of gas.

Then just down the lonely highway road he saw a lighted sign for a gas station. Dennis thinks to himself he hadn't seen this station before but figured he must be tired enough to not fully know where he was.

Dennis pulled his truck into the well lit parking lot with only two pumps, one regular and one diesel. Dennis stopped his engine and hopped out of the truck.

The station looked like a cabin and had large windows in the front. The sign read "Santa's Outpost" and was festively decorated with multicolor Christmas lights and fake reindeer on the roof.

The pumps were prepay only, so Dennis walked through the lightly falling snow and into the small station.

Inside the station there was a small selection of food, beverages, and some Christmas themed items including some clothing, snow globes, and decorations.

Dennis rolled his eyes when he saw the Christmas items as he went to pick up a caffeinated beverage.

He walked to the check out area where an older gentleman behind the counter asked Dennis, "Any fuel tonight?"

Dennis placed the drink on the counter and said gruffly, "Yeah, give me 20 gallons of diesel. Just want to get home and need this drink too."

The old man smiled, "Yes, of course. Well, Merry early Christmas to you, Dennis."

Dennis did a double take at the old man, "What did you say?"

"I said Merry Christmas sir." The old man behind the counter said with a broad smile.

Dennis blinked hard and looked at the man again and began to head out of the store after paying for the diesel.

"Actually, you know what sir? I saw you looking at those Christmas sweaters. Look, it's Christmas and well they aren't going to sell and tomorrow my wife will be all over me about ordering too many again this year. Go pick out one of them to give to someone." The old man said as he shuffled out from behind the counter.

Dennis touched the door and turned around as he was hard pressed to turn down anything free, "Free? I don't know. They are pretty ugly. I can see why they didn't sell."

The old man picked out one that was green with a Christmas tree on it with fake lights and tinsel. "This one's not bad and people have been pretty happy with it. I'm sure you can find someone who might enjoy it. Merry Christmas." The old man said as he handed the sweater to Dennis.

Dennis thought the sweater was silly but he always enjoyed free stuff, "Okay...yeah thanks. Merry Christmas."

The old man nodded in reply and Dennis went back out into the cold to toss the sweater and drink into his truck and to pump his diesel as snow flakes continued to fall.

After he filled up his truck, Dennis climbed back in and began to trudge back home. As he drove, Dennis couldn't help but think of how exhausting the holidays always ended up being. Dennis had been divorced from his first wife Susan for almost 15 years. The end of that marriage was only made worse by Dennis going into bankruptcy when his small construction company went under.

Seeing Susan get remarried only a few years later made the sting even worse. Susan seemed happy with her new husband Derek, and while Dennis had no more romantic feelings for Susan, the fact was Dennis hadn't had a serious romantic relationship since his divorce.

The bitter end with Susan still radiated with their 28 year old daughter Linda. Linda was a petite blonde with just as much sass as her mother. Dennis also lamented the fact that Linda also had her mother's eyes.

The thought of going over to see Linda plus the others the next night only caused more angst for Dennis as his truck neared home. Everything always ended so badly at the holidays as the animosity just bubbled up so fast. Dennis pondered not going at all or perhaps claiming he could only stay for dinner.

Dennis pulled up to the old one and a half story home and parked his truck on the street and leaned back in his chair. The stress and strain of travel and the holidays felt like such a heavy burden. Dennis rubbed his face with his worn hands and sighs, "It has to get better someday."

Dennis departed the truck and grabbed his suitcase and dragged it up the snow covered sidewalk and to the front door of the white stucco house with brown trim. Dennis bought the house over a decade ago and utilized his handyman skills to convert the top level into a rental unit complete with a small kitchen and living area. The rent Dennis gets from Alex pretty much covered the mortgage of the property but the lack of consistent work for Dennis hadn't allowed him to make the type of material upgrades to the house he wanted to.

Bursting through the front door to the main level area, Dennis put his suitcase and clothes away. He also brought in the sweater the old man gave to him at the gas station and tossed it onto the old leather couch in the small and poorly lit living room.

Dennis turned on the big screen television and the corner lamp illuminating the bare white walls and the old wood floor from the house built originally in the 1930s. Everything in the house either felt tired and worn or just plain old.

Upon hearing Dennis rumble into the downstairs main area, Alex decided to go down to pay the modest, yet still seemingly overpriced, rent for next month. Alex descended the stairs and knocked on the interior door that separates the two units.

Dennis unlocked and opened the door, "Alex, to what do I owe the pleasure? Come on in."

Alex stepped into Dennis' part of the house, "Just thought I would give you the rent for January. I know you just got back but do you think you will have time to check out the windows upstairs? They seem to be pretty drafty with this cold weather we have been having."

Dennis laughed, "Yeah, sure I will take a look. I was hoping to get new windows but well hey I got something that might help in the living room."

Alex followed Dennis into the living room and Dennis picked up the ugly Christmas sweater he got from the gas station and handed it to Alex, "This should help and it's even in season. Brand new, never worn, and it looks warm. Alex, don't ever say I never gave you anything for Christmas."

Alex took the green sweater with the corny tree on it with fake lights and tinsel. He couldn't help but laugh, "Oh yeah okay, I'm sure this will help a lot." He said sarcastically as he pulled the sweater over his head and down over his shirt.

Dennis laughed, "Looks perfect on you Alex. Say, it's been a long day and I need a drink. What do you say?"

With no other plans for the night, Alex said, "So long as we turn on a movie too."

Dennis agreed and they turned on a Christmas movie and proceeded to open up a bottle of whiskey.

Multiple drinks in and Alex and Dennis both were fading as the clock struck midnight.

Alex fell asleep on the couch still wearing the Christmas sweater and Dennis fell asleep in his chair with the television still on as both men did their best to avoid Christmas altogether.

Light poured in through the crease between two curtains and onto Alex's face as Christmas Eve day arrived. Groggy and hungover, Alex rustled his body on the extra soft sheets and under the very warm and comfortable heavy down comforter.

Alex turned over to his side to realized there was hair in his way. Brushing it aside as he blinked his eyes open he noticed the hair was still on his shoulder. Blinking harder again as he tried to move in the bed, he realized he feels like there was weight on his chest. Confused about where he was, Alex began to sit up and peeled back the heavy comforter.

Alex then realized he couldn't see his stomach well at all. Rubbing his eyes again, his vision came into focus better and Alex noticed his fingernails were long and painted a soft pastel pink color.

Alex stared at his right hand, his hand was much smaller than it was before and the nails were done like a girl's.

Then Alex sat up and realized there was a weight on his chest...breasts. Large breasts.

Panicked, Alex pulls off the covers from the large king size bed to reveal that he was now a woman.

"Ahhhhh!" Alex screamed in his new, high pitched female voice.

Startled awake on the other side of the bed, Dennis rattled instantly out of a deep sleep of a girl screaming, "What the fuck?!"

Dennis' head was throbbing from being hungover but he sat up quickly to see a young woman staring back at him covering her body as she screamed again.

"What is going on?!" Alex screamed again as Dennis tried to get some sort of bearing on the situation.

"Calm down, calm down! I'm Dennis. Who are you?" Dennis asked trying to figure out if he should run away or if this was all a dream.

"Dennis! It's me Alex!" Alex yelled back, still frantic about becoming a woman.

Dennis' eyes got wide and his jaw dropped, "Alex? Wait, what happened?" It is at that moment that Dennis realized he now isn't the slightly out of shape 53 year old carpenter but rather he could feel his broad shoulders had well toned muscles, a full head of black hair, and he had a larger cock.

"What happened to you Alex? What happened to me?" Dennis asked as Alex continues to clutch the blankets to his new female body.

At that moment, Dennis noticed a very large diamond ring on Alex's left hand. Looking down at his own hand, he realized he was wearing a white gold ring.

"Umm...Alex...I think we might be..." Dennis said while pointing at the rings on each of their hands.

Alex's eyes got wide and he let out another scream before he tore off the blanket from the lush king size bed, wrapped it around his new female body, and sprinted into the large bathroom attached to the bedroom they were in. Alex slammed the door shut behind him and locked it before crumpling onto the floor to cry.

Dennis couldn't help but notice that even with a bed sheet wrapped around his new body that Alex's long red hair, very obvious curves, and sweet sounding soft voice made Dennis' new cock twitch with excitement.

Dennis couldn't believe what he saw as he climbed out of bed and looked around the bedroom. The king sized bed was the most comfortable bed he had ever been on. The ceiling was vaulted and the expansive room had tall windows and Dennis could see a lake outside.

Only the sobbing of Alex in the bathroom pulled Dennis from his amazement of the new surroundings. Dennis couldn't believe this was all real but as he walked to the bathroom, he picked up a pair of boxers from the floor and slid them over his new enhanced manhood. Dennis breathed in deeply as he looked at his white gold wedding band and wondered was it really possible that he and Alex were married and that Alex was now a woman?

Inside the bathroom, Alex tried to wrap his head around the fact that he was now a woman.

The bathroom seemed like something out of a magazine. White tile floors, soft overhead lighting, decorative chandelier, black handles and accent pieces, and multiple large extra fuzzy rugs adorned the floor. A very well lit double vanity with marble counters illuminated a wall of the bathroom. A jacuzzi bathtub and separate rainwater showers big enough for two were the main attention grabbers and Alex's eyes got wide when he saw the romantic setup.

Behind the showers was a doorway to a massive walk-in closet.

Alex couldn't help but wonder how in the world the two of them got to be here? The last thing he remembered was the dingy living room in Dennis' part of the house.

Then Alex took a moment to gaze at the massive diamond ring on his left hand. It was a stunning ring and one that Alex thought had to cost tens of thousands of dollars.

Standing on the other side of the door, Dennis isn't quite sure what to do, "Alex, Alex...how are you? I know this is quite a shock but we should probably try to figure this out together." Dennis smiled as he thought of the ridiculousness of what he just said as if there would be anyway to figure out what happened.

"Figure what out? Are you going to Google it or something?" Alex asked sarcastically through the door.

Dennis shaked his head and rubbed his face with his hands as he tried to hold back his frustration, "Alex, I think you need to find something to wear. Okay? Look, Alex we need to start trying to figure out what happened and the answers aren't going to be in there."

Alex looked around and sighed and said in his new female voice, "Okay, yeah give me a minute and I will let you know when I'm ready."

Alex dropped the bed sheet on the floor and walked naked a couple of steps. He then breathed in deep, closed his eyes, wished this was all just a bad dream, and then opened his eyes as he turned to the large mirror over the dual sinks in the bathroom.

Staring back at Alex was certainly no man. Instead, the soft features and real curves of a beautiful woman stared back at Alex. Alex ran fingers through the nearly waist length, thick, vibrant natural red hair. Alex took a deep breath knowing this shade of red matches the hair he had last night just that now it is beautiful and long. Alex then peeled back the hair to reveal the large, and clearly natural, breasts that hung off of his chest. Alex saw the large and perky nipples as well as the accent of large round areolas. Alex couldn't help but reach up with both small hands and give the breasts a soft squeeze.

Alex's eyes wandered down and saw that his penis was gone. Replaced with a well groomed landing strip of hair and a vagina and clitoris, Alex could only wonder how exactly this all happened to him.

Alex turned around to fully examine his new round and plump ass. The curves his ass made are no doubt attention stealing and the thought of Dennis looking at it made Alex feel a tinge of excitement. Alex snapped out of his thought as Dennis knocked on the bathroom door, "Alex, what's taking so long? Have you found something to wear yet?"

Scurrying away out of the bathroom in her new smaller feet, the now five foot five inch Alex went into the walk-in closet on a mission to find some gender neutral clothing to feel some sort of normalcy again.

"Sorry, got distracted!" Alex said in the new high pitched female voice.

Alex turned on the light and was amazed at the closet.

The closet was bigger than Alex's old apartment and it is lined with rack after rack of clothes. White drawers throughout the closet hint at all sorts of clothing options. Another very well lit makeup and wardrobe mirror sat on one wall of the massive closet. Women's clothes, shoes, and accessories were everywhere all neatly organized based on season.

In the far corner was a six foot wide wardrobe of men's clothes.

Alex scrambled over to the men's clothes and yelled for Dennis to keep waiting while Alex opened a drawer and pulled out a boxer to try to put on.

Alex slid the male boxer up to his newly toned and feminine waist, only to have it be far too wide and bulky.

Annoyed, Alex took a pair of jeans and tried to slide them over the boxers only to find the jeans were far too long and too wide for the new body Alex had to deal with.

Resigned to the fact this new body was way different, Alex went over to one of the sets of drawers and opened one to find women's panties. Alex already knew these were for him and grabbed a lacy pair of white panties.

Blushing and a bit humiliated, Alex put both legs in and slid the soft, delicate panty up and over his new hips and ass.

Alex couldn't help but smile once the panties were on. Alex quickly tried to stop smiling at the thought of having put on his first pair of panties.

Alex quickly opened another drawer and found bras. Pulling out the matching white bra, Alex could finally understand the size of the breasts on his chest. Alex quickly put on the bra and upon clasping it in place, Alex could feel another surge of happiness shoot through his body.

Alex then found a pair of jeans. The jeans were far tighter than any jeans Alex had ever worn before but with a little effort they slid on nice and snug.

Finally, Alex looked for a top. Something ideally not too revealing as he didn't want to stand out too much. However, every single top he looked through appeared to be all about fashion and look rather than just comfort. Alex picked out a white top and after putting it on, Alex could feel how big his breasts really were with a supportive bra.

To try to help hide his large breasts, Alex chose a short light green cardigan that ended just below the bust line.

Alex couldn't help but take a moment to look at the full length mirror in the closet. His eyes ran up and down checking out every detail. His mind wandered into what necklace and earrings would go with this outfit.