SRU: Toys For Tits
by Cabinessence

      It was early in the afternoon on Christmas eve.  John Banks had left work 
early to do some last minute errands at the Mall. Besides buying some last 
minute presents, he was there to drop off a gift for someone less fortunate 
than himself. Every year he had bought a new toy to donate to the local Toys 
For Tots campaign. From his past experience, he knew that the toy had to be 
there by 6 PM Christmas Eve when the Mall closed so that it could be 
distributed to a needy child on Christmas day.

     It was two PM when he arrived, it had taken him almost fifteen minutes to 
find a place to park. He knew he had seen the "Toy For Tots" drop off point 
before somewhere in the mall. Fields department store had sponsored the 
campaign in the past, but it had closed that past summer. He figured someone 
would take up the sponsorship so that a lot of kids who were underprivileged 
would not be disappointed this year on Christmas morning. As he walked 
through the mall he noticed a shop that he hadn't seen before "Spells R' Us" 
and there was a large sign in the window that said "Drop Off Point For The 
Local Toys For Tits Campaign".

      John figured that this must be the right place, but the sign had a very 
obvious typo.  As he walked towards the entrance of the store, from inside 
came out two beautiful and very buxom blondes. The two looked enough 
alike that they could have been sisters.  They both were dressed provocatively 
in Christmas colors, a tight low cut red blouse and short green skirt.  They 
also were each clutching a Christmas card in their hands. After standing and 
watching them go by John opened up the door to the store and went in.

     "Good afternoon John. I see you have brought a gift to drop off." Said an 
old man in a bathrobe from behind the counter.

    "How did you know my name?"

    "Being that it is that time of the season, Santa came by and told me that 
you'd be coming in here. He also told me that you have been a good boy this 
year."

    "Right, sure.  Look I believe you have a typo on your sign out there. It 
should say Toys For Tots not Toys For Tits. Some people might get 
offended."

   "The type of people who may get offended by that are not the type of 
people that I worry about. And the sign is no typo.  Put your gift in the drop 
off box and I will show you."

   John went over and dropped his toy in with others.  He noticed that the 
drive must be doing well as the large box was almost full with wrapped toys. 
As John walked away from the box he began to feel strange. His body started 
shrinking as his chest started to swell.  He started to walk back over to the 
old man, but he stumbled.  His shoes had become high heels and he had lost 
his balance.  As he tried to stand up, strands of long blonde hair fell into his 
face. As he brushed them away, he looked down to see that he was now 
wearing the same clothing as the two women he had seen earlier and he fit it 
just as well. As his mind was soon relegated to bimbo status, he got out one 
last question.

     "What is going on?"

     "Well I told you that was no typo, but you wouldn't believe me. Now you 
have tits, a very nice pair I might add. But don't worry the toy will go to an 
underprivileged child on Christmas as usual. Now as to why I have done 
this, well I figured that those who came in here to donate a toy were the type 
of people who were in touch with the true meaning of Christmas. However 
the greatest gift that you can give on this holiday is not something of 
monetary value, but to give of yourself. I figured that those who gave to the 
Toys For Tits or Tots, as you say, campaign were people who would 
understand this. You have been transformed to give the gift of 
companionship at Christmas to a lonely soul who has been good in the past 
year and truly deserves to get laid by someone as sexy as you are now.  And 
while this may go against tradition, I'm afraid it won't be a Silent Night 
tonight for either one of you. After you have given of yourself, hopefully 
repeated times, you will leave and change back to your normal self after 
Christmas is over. All you will remember is that you spent Christmas helping 
someone less fortunate than yourself and you will have a good feeling inside 
for having done so.  You will also not be missed by your friends and family, 
for they will also remember too that you spent the holiday helping someone 
else less fortunate. Now Jamie here is where you need to go. "

    The old man handed her a Christmas card that had a name and address on 
one side and the following message written in gold on the other:


    "Dear Eddie,

              I am Jamie. I am here as a gift to you, because you don't deserve to 
be lonely this Christmas. Enjoy!

MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM YOUR FRIENDS AT SPELLS R' US "


     Jamie took the card and walked out the door to go spread Christmas cheer 
as well as parts of her anatomy.

   As she walked out the old man said to her.

        "Merry Christmas."

      And Merry Christmas to all of you out there from, Cabinessence as well.