Christmas Cheer!

[countrymouse]

Lakyn, held up her outfit with disdain, "Oh, the travesty of these costumes! They are an affront to my sense of modesty and style. These skirts barely cover a fraction of one's thigh, and the bodices push one's assets to the forefront in the most uncouth manner!"

"If Santa's goal was to give everyone a glimpse of our 'holiday spirit,' then I'd say he's succeeded quite spectacularly. I haven't seen this much cleavage since I accidentally walked into that bikini contest at the beach." Riley, quipped with a snarky grin.

Gabi, the eternal optimist, attempted to find the silver lining, saying, "Come on, girls, we look cute, we’ll be a hit with the dads and grandparents, right? I mean, who wouldn't want to sit on Santa's lap with us around?

“I knew this was a bad idea Gabi.” Allegra discreetly tugged down on the short hemline skirt, self-consciousness about her long legs. “Let’s just get this over with okay?”

Unbeknownst to the four friends, hidden from their sight, two mischievous magical elves named Lite and Brite watched them closely. Lite, with a wicked sense of humor, whispered to Brite, "Oh, the melodrama! These girls are taking elf attire to a new level of absurdity."

Brite, equally amused, replied, "Indeed, they're strutting around as if they're Santa's runway models. I've seen more dignified elves in a kindergarten play."

“Thanks for the candy cane, Lakyn. Junior here has been looking forward to the Santa Train for weeks”.

“Santa Train! Santa Train!”

“Indeed, Junior, the Santa Train awaits! Let's go to the North Pole together!”

“Do you go to school here? What's your major?” Dave asked.

Lakyn paused, “You see, I'm pursuing a degree in... well, Socratic philosophical insights into the realm of... hmm, perhaps I don't have all the facts perfectly aligned, but it's a journey of intellectual discovery, nonetheless.”

“That sounds fascinating. Would it be alright for us to take a picture with you?” Dave inquired. Lakyn paused for a moment. She had been taking pictures with families all morning, and unfortunately, many of the younger single fathers had been overly familiar with her. Despite her reservations, Dave seemed genuinely nice, and Junior was undeniably adorable. “Of course, capturing delightful moments is a pursuit of the soul.”

Lite huffed, and said to Brite, "Can you believe this sight? She's wearing our attire, it's setting us on fire. We trained for years, our efforts hard and true, Yet she flaunts our uniforms like they're something new!”

Brite chimed in slyly, a glint within her eye, "Indeed, it's quite a show, with her, we all know.
That outfit's far too small, can't hide her folly, She's stretching it to limits, causing quite a jolly."

They posed for the picture with big smiles, Lakyn squirmed uncomfortably as Dave placed a hand on the small of her back and felt it wander down her waist. Just as the camera went off Lakyn felt a sharp pain in her backside as Dave gave her cheek a rough squeeze.

"Eep!" She couldn't help but draw in a quick breath as she teetered on her tiptoes. What on earth was he thinking?

“Santa Train! Santa Train!” As soon as Junior ran off. Lakyn met Dave’s mischievous grin with a clenched jaw and an angry punch to his shoulder.

Lakyn returned to her duties, loading the mini train with presents and spreading holiday joy. With her signature cheerful tone, she addressed the passengers, emphasizing safety as she encouraged everyone to keep their arms and heads inside the moving train.

“All aboard the Santa Train, folks! Let's make sure we have a holly, jolly time together. Please remember to keep those arms and heads inside the train as we journey through this magical holiday wonderland!”

As Lakyn secured Junior into his seat and closed the door, Lite and Brite hatched their plan to remove her costume.

"Oh, I know. Let's serve some humble pie," said Lite.

With a nod, Brite agreed, and their plan took flight.

With a subtle wave of their hands, Lite and Brite tapped into their magical powers, their auras shimmering with unseen energy.

As the train began to move, panic washed over Lakyn as she suddenly realized her sleeve was caught in the door.

“No! Let go!" Desperately, she tried to open the door, her hands gripping the frame in vain attempts to free her trapped sleeve. However, the door remained stubbornly stuck

Lakyn resorted to yanking at the cuff of her sleeve, hoping to tear it free from the door's grasp. But as she pulled, the fabric gave way unexpectedly. The fabric of her elf attire split apart abruptly, revealing the contours of her bra, the enticing swell of her cleavage, and the creamy expanse of her upper torso to the wide-eyed onlookers.

The top of her Elf dress was hanging off her arms, but her sleeve was still caught. Lakyn's panic intensified as she attempted to pull the torn costume back together, but the relentless momentum of the train prevailed.

Riip! The fabric fluttered like a defeated flag in the wind as it was mercilessly ripped away, leaving her stumbling, her tiny, taut body clad only in a green lacy bra and matching panties.

Lakyn froze for a moment, her green eyes darting around in disbelief. The realization hit her – her Elf costume was gone, and she stood there in nothing but her underwear! Panic surged through her, and she desperately scanned the surroundings, searching for any escape.

With a mischievous grin, Mark remarked, "Well, well, well, looks like Christmas came early this year!”

Jessica, with a dismissive tone, said, "I suppose some people have all the time in the world to sculpt their butt and flaunt it. Must be nice."

Emily, with a sarcastic tone, remarked, "I guess some people just never skip leg day, right?

Eric, playfully, said, "I can't be the only one appreciating the view, right? She’s definitely on Santa’s ‘nice’ list!”

Rachel commented with a smirk, "Well, not all of us can look like a supermodel in our underwear.”

"Well, I don't need anything else for Christmas but a picture of her!" Said Jake.

Lite to Brite, they whispered low, in a tone both dark and sly, "The show's just begun, let's make her even more shy." With a smirk and a nod, their plans they did refine, To escalate her discomfort, their mischievous design.

Lakyn's attempt to escape was anything but graceful in her oversized Santa boots. Her steps were clumsy, and she struggled to maintain her balance. She tripped into a pile
of giant presents. However, to her surprise, they were merely empty boxes, lacking any weight to slow her down.

As Lakyn crashed right through the present, a surge of fear and panic coursed through her. Her heart sank as she realized that she was headed straight for Santa's Chocolate River. The impending impact with the chocolaty liquid filled her with dread, and she could hardly believe the bizarre turn of events.”Seriously?”

With a resounding splash, she fell face-first into the viscous liquid, submerging completely in the chocolate. The warm chocolate clung to her bare skin, enveloping her in a thick, velvety cocoon.

Lakyn emerged, drops of chocolate cascaded from her collarbone down to her abdomen, gasping for air, her heart racing as she tried to make sense of what had just happened. She wiped chocolate out of her eyes, slicked her hair back, and despite her embarrassment, she could not help but start to chuckle at the absurdity of the situation.

Lite chuckled with glee, "This is quite a spree. Let's keep the show, you see, rolling, shall we?"

Lakyn was bewildered as the front of her bra suddenly snapped open, her small breasts popping out proudly. Lakyn's mouth dropped, and she tried to cover herself with her hands, attempting to hide from the crowd of people watching her.

End Part 1