“Flannel is so tacky.”
I remember telling Rick specifically, so what does he get me for Christmas?
I looked in the mirror as I pulled the underwear onto my legs. These wouldn’t even look any good on me. I was too skinny, too pale. I sometimes wondered why Rick wasted time with me at all. He always said he loved what was on the inside, but I always wished I could offer him more.
At least I can show appreciation for his gift. No sooner had I snapped the underwear around my waist than an astonishing flurry of transformation occurred. My skin became the beautifully golden brown of a good tan, hairless below the neck. Gorgeous muscles formed all over my body. A tattoo formed on my right arm, an interesting development, but then I recalled a conversation I’d had with Rick in which he talked about tattoos being hot.
I left our bedroom expected shock or surprise from my boyfriend sitting on the couch. Instead, I found him with two glasses of campaign. He rose his to me in a toast.
“Merry Christmas, babe.”