Molly began her morning ritual as she waited for her alarm to go off, her eyes still shut. She ran her hands up her thighs and over her flat stomach to her breasts. She was always surprised she wasn't a lesbian as barely a day went by when she could keep her hands off herself. Strangely, her breasts felt rough and jagged.
Before she could contemplate what that meant, a noise distracted her. Maybe it was just Richard getting ready for work. Molly thought for a moment before remembering that Richard had not been over the night before. She opened her eyes and saw a squirrel on her dresser, knocking over her cosmetics.
When she sat up in bed, her movements attracted the squirrel's attention. It stared straight at her, but not in the face. In fact, it seemed as if it was ogling her tits.
Molly instinctively looked down at her breasts and saw that they had been replaced with pine cones. Suddenly, the squirrel leapt from the dresser to the bed and chattered as it began chewing on her tits. Molly screamed and tried to cover up with the sheet, slapping at the squirrel in a futile attempt to release it from her prickly globes as her alarm began to sound.
The squirrel became transparent and eventually disappeared as Molly realized that she had been dreaming. She confirmed that her breasts had returned to normal as well. Not all of her dreams were this strange, but she could have done without the second piece of cherry pie the night before.
It was Saturday and Molly had to do her Christmas shopping. Getting something for Richard was going to be difficult. After picking out gifts for her family and friends she still had not found anything that expressed how she felt. She did see some clothes that would look nice on him, but Richard already dressed very stylishly, and some more shirts and trousers seemed impersonal. On the other hand, they had only been going out for a few months, so it seemed too soon to go all-out on an extravagant gift like an expensive watch.
Strolling through the holiday department, Molly saw a tree decorated with pine cones instead of ornaments. Removing two and holding them to her chest, they were about the right size. She picked up a bag of them and on the way out she grabbed a large red bow.
Back at her apartment, Molly undressed and tried to figure out what to do with the pine cones. When she taped them to her breasts, they wouldn't stay on and they looked unnatural. She wanted to substitute the pine cones for her breasts, as in her dream, but that wasn't possible. Well, maybe it was but she didn't want to go that far.
Molly thought some more and remembered the time she wore a coconut bra at a luau. Maybe something like that could work. She went to the kitchen and started cutting the pine cones with her biggest knife, being careful not to chop off her fingers. She ruined the first few but eventually she had two that looked OK. They weren't perfect, but they completely covered her breasts and the tips pointed slightly upward.
After taping them in place Molly tied the bow around her hips and dug her phone out of her purse. She set the camera timer, balanced it on the counter, and used the bare kitchen wall as a backdrop. It took several takes to get it right, but when she was happy with the result she cropped the picture from her shoulders to her knees.
"Halfway done," Molly thought as she removed the itchy things from her chest. Then she called the hair salon across the street, luckily they could fit her in tomorrow. It wasn't her usual place but it was close, which was best for what she had in mind. Finally she sent the picture to Richard with a message:
Cum discover the true meaning of Christmas My place 5PM tomorrow Don't be early Don't be late
The next day Molly spent a couple hours in the chair having her hair cut and styled into glittering golden spikes of varying lengths. Thankfully the wind was calm when she left. Molly had already painted her nails green, when she got back she did her lips in a matching color. Taking a last look in the mirror, Molly grabbed her phone and took a few pictures of her hairdo for posterity. The stylist had done an excellent job, she looked like something out of a Lady Gaga video. She would have to get her hair trimmed short since there wasn't much else she could do with it the way it was cut, she hoped that Richard wouldn't mind.
Molly made her final preparations in the living room. After stripping, she taped the pinecones on and fastened the bow again. Molly became the Christmas tree that she didn't have time to put up as she wrapped the tree skirt around her feet in the center of the living room. She stood with her legs together, bent slightly at the knees and waist, and put her hands on her hips with a few minutes to spare. After realizing that she had locked her apartment door behind her she quickly unlocked it and got back into place again just before her doorbell rang.
"It's open."
