'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house
Not a thing there was whirring, 'cept my hard drive and mouse.
A click on this hyperlink, then on that URL;
I tore through the 'Net like a bat out of hell.
I'd heard of a place, a magical site,
That offered a cure for my most vexing plight.
The bits came and went, the text coalesced,
And at last I was near the end of my quest.
The site here before me offered stories galore;
I printed two out . . . then printed ten more.
I'd found Fictionmania, hosted by Ms Mindy Rich,
And I hoped that these tales would soon soothe my itch.
For you see, all I wanted, that cold, lonely night,
Was relief from my need to just set things right.
The photos I'd seen claimed a page of this text
Could transform a man to the opposite sex.
So I tore through the pages and read every word
'Til the letters before me were hazy and blurred.
I closed my eyes tight and I whispered a plea:
"Let a stunning young woman be the next thing I see."
The clock began chiming as my wish left my lips,
Then I felt for new bosoms and new padded hips.
As the twelfth chime grew silent, I opened one eye.
I looked at myself and I heaved a great sigh;
No bosoms most pert, or tush firm and tight,
Had formed on my body that cold Christmas night.
As I opened my mouth to curse at my fate
A noise on my roof made me hesitate.
I hurried outside, then shouted, "Good grief!"
The sight that I saw there was beyond belief.
For, up on my roof, was a babe dressed in red,
Sitting upon an old, antique sled.
And tied to the sleigh with thin strips of leather
Were eight stunning gals who weren't dressed for the weather --
Their red thong bikinis were cause for alarm,
'Cause they barely protected these fine ladies' charm.
I called to the driver, "Are you nine alright?
I heard you crash-land. You gave me a fright."
The driver just waived, then licked her lips slick.
She picked up the reins and gave a light flick.
The signal was given; the gals out in front
Began pulling the sleigh with nary a grunt.
They stepped off the roof and into the night,
Then down to the ground they did gently alight.
The driver smiled warmly. "Come closer, my dear.
I've got an announcement you'll just love to hear."
Her voice was alluring, and soothing as well;
I moved next to the woman, then said, "Won't you tell
Me your name? Or should I just call you 'Red,
The mystery woman with the femme-powered sled?' "
"I'm Mindy Rich," she said, "webmistress of fame.
But tonight, I'm known by a different name.
St. Nick heard your wish, but he's busy, you see,
So, thinking quickly, he called upon me.
I'm granting Nick's favor -- he gave me just cause.
For the rest of the night I am 'Mindy Claus.'
I borrowed a few things -- a sleigh and a coat --
As thanks he demanded a kiss!"
"The old goat!"
"I called on some friends that I've known just for years
And asked them to serve as my Eight Reined Dears.
But now, to my task, since my time here is brief.
I'm here to provide you a gift of relief."
With a waive of her hand, I felt myself changing,
I knew that my sex must be rearranging.
Mindy Claus pulled a mirror from the back of her sleigh
And set it in front of me, blocking my way.
"Take a look here, my dear, you're now quite attractive."
My reflection was holding me tight as a captive.
I gazed at my hair, now golden and long;
I stared at my crotch, now devoid of my dong;
I looked at my breasts, so full and so round,
At my legs, long and tan, that went clear to the ground;
I noticed my lips were bow-shaped, a la Cupid,
And -- thank God -- I looked rather witty, not stupid.
I imagined myself all decked out in finery
With suitors galore to wine me and dine me.
Then Mindy Claus said, "Let's try out your voice.
I want you to make a rather difficult choice.
You can stay as you are now, with all that goes with it,
Or, if you want, you can choose to just kiss it
Goodbye, and be given a gift far more rare."
Then she reached back behind her and under her hair.
She fiddled with something then undid a small clasp.
Then "it" fluttered free and I choked back a gasp.
A small winged creature emerged from her tresses.
"Do you know what she is? I'll give you three guesses."
Now, I've been around, and I'm hard to confuse;
I knew right away that she must be a muse.
"You're right," Mindy said, as if reading my mind.
"She's a muse; very rare . . . there are so few of her kind."
"She's beautiful," I said, "that much I can see.
But, if she's so rare, why waste her on me?"
"Because you've a gift, although you don't know it;
A writer you are, with the soul of a poet.
If you take the muse, you'll again be a man,
But you'll start writing stories, as only you can.
Each person who reads a story you write
Will share in the magic I've given this night."
With options like that, how else could I choose?
"Thank you," I said. "I'm choosing the muse."
The muse flew to me and tugged on my ear,
And I let loose a laugh the whole world could hear.
My feminine guise then faded from view
And my old self returned, but somehow looked new.
"It's because of the muse," I heard Mindy explain
As she boarded the sleigh and picked up a rein.
"She alters the way that you see, speak and think."
Then she blew me a kiss and gave me a wink.
She flicked the reins lightly and spoke out quite loud;
She'd done a great thing and was feeling quite proud.
"On, Janice; On, P.J.; On, Carol and Brandy;
On, Waldo; On, Paul; On, Professor and Jenny!"
The Eight Reined Dears smiled as they waived me good-bye,
Then the Dears, sleigh, and Mindy rose up into the sky.
As they faded from view in that cold Christmas night,
I felt a new urge: to sit down and write.
I wanted to journal the events just transpired,
And I set them to verse, feeling now quite inspired.
That's all to this tale, with one last bit of cheer:
"Merry Christmas, y'all, and a Happy New Year!"

Karen--

You do have a talent for writing, dear. From one authoress to another, keep writing--and keep listening to your muse.

luv 'n encouraging hugs,
Mina Sakura

I did not write that I found it at fictionmania.com

I injoyed reading it so I thought others might as well.