Part 2 of this series, let me know down below if you're a fan of the longer captions. Also leave your guesses on who the next part will be about~

Source: https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/8611993

‘Why did it have to be Zoey!?’ I think to myself as my family gathers around the dinner table for yet another swapped Christmas. Now, don’t get me wrong, Zoey’s a wonderful niece, she’s smart, kind and a wonderful daughter to my brother Terry, who I’m pretty sure is my mother right now. The problem is, just like how Terry can be a bit pervy sometimes, Zoey is, to put it bluntly, a bit of a slut. Always showing up with some hunky guy, calling him her boyfriend, dating him for a month or two, and then breaking up with him when a new dreamboat comes around. Ding ‘Oh shoot! My phone! I definitely have to answer this!’ I think to myself as a reach into my handbag, pulling out my phone as I receive more texts from the contact labeled “Daddy Mason <3” I steel my nerves for whatever it is these two have been sending each other and open the phone. Big mistake.

My face turns crimson red and I feel my, well, Zoey’s thighs rub together and flood “my” panties as I’m greeted by a picture of a massive cock wrapped in ribbon and holly with a caption reading, ‘Can’t wait for you to unwrap your gift and stuff your stocking baby girl.’ “What the hell!? How is a 21 year old bigger than me!?” I think to myself, blushing madly. “Zoey, put the phone away, this is a family dinner~” I hear my “uncle” scold me, and almost immediately, I turn my phone off, shove it in my handbag and frantically try and smooth my skirt out to hide the wet spot that formed on my plaid skirt. “Y-Yes, Uncle Zeke.” It doesn’t take long for “Aunt Laura” to bring out Christmas dinner, which honestly looks incredible and smells delicious. ‘Whoever is in my wife’s body certainly inherited her cooking skills.’ I think to myself as my “Dad” Terry begins carving the turkey and my “Mom” Michelle congratulates “Aunt Laura” on a meal well done, her hands getting dangerously close to areas they shouldn’t be.

As we wrap up eating dinner and toast to yet another family Christmas, it soon becomes time to unwrap gifts. Even as an adult, normally I’d be really excited to unwrap presents, but in our family, things aren’t that simple. Every year, we swap bodies without fail, and for the first few years, we gave each other normal presents, but a few years ago, Terry came up with the idea to give each other gag gifts for whoever winds up in each other’s bodies. And so, we gather around the tree, chatting up a storm as we begin to hand out the gifts. Starting with “Laura” who, much to “her” embarrassment, got a T-Shirt with the single word, “MILF” written across it with big, bold letters.

“Oh, this is too good~!” Chortles “Zeke” as “Laura” reluctantly tries on the shirt. Similar humiliating gifts show up, like a box of menstrual pads for “Fiona”, the youngest of the family at 18, and even a chastity cage for “Terry”! Then, comes the moment I’ve been dreading the most. My gift. With a smug grin, “Zeke” hands me a fairly decent sized box, wrapped in overly girly wrapping paper filled with “Christmas Cheer” and sparkles, exactly what every girl desires this time of year. I feel a pat on my head as my ‘dad’ “Terry” ruffles my silky smooth, blue-grey hair. “Merry Christmas, honey! I hope you like what we got you~” ‘He’ says with an ominous tone, but I have no choice but to tear open the gift. But once I do, I immediately regret it.

Inside the box lies a set of red velvet, Santa Clause lingerie, both cute and extremely sexy. But that’s not what makes me blush a shade comparable to the fabric. It’s the card that comes with them. ‘For your naughty nights with your boytoys you hoe hoe hoe.’ My face is burning hot as my thighs squeeze together. I can feel the wetness trying to break free and flood “my” panties. “T-Thank you, D-Dad. A-And you too, Uncle Zeke. I-I love it…” I say, trying my best to remain in character. “Why did nobody else get such a humiliating card!” I think to myself as I hide my blushing face in my hands. “Make sure to try it on later to see if it fits, sweetheart.” My ‘mother’ Michelle teases as we continue to laugh and make merry, coming together as a family. Eventually, the evening starts to get the better of us, and we begin to slowly filter out of the living room, I’m one of the last ones left. Just me, the Christmas tree, and the world’s sluttiest Santa outfit.

I don’t know if it’s Zoey’s body, or the texts from Mason, the teasing from my family or some odd mixture of it all, but I can’t stop myself from admiring how soft the fabric is, how cute the little get up looks, and wondering how good it would look on me. Looking around the room, I make sure nobody sees me hurriedly scamper up to Zoey’s, well, my room now. “I can’t believe I’m actually going to to this…” I say to myself as I begin stripping out of Zoey’s clothes and putting on the lingerie. I can’t help but admire how the velvet hugs Z- my curves so nicely, tight in all the right places but not too much to where it feels suffocating. Ding My eyes widen as I receive a new notification on my phone. A new text from Mason. “Do I get a present too, baby girl?” Blushing like crazy, I remember the dick pic he sent earlier before catching a glimpse of myself in Zoey’s full body mirror. Steeling my nerves, I pose in front of the mirror, snapping selfie after selfie, each pose getting more provocative.

Eventually, after having collected a sufficient album of sexy selfies, I began to write a text of my own to Mason. “Won’t you slide down my chimney tonight~?”