Wonder on 24 december

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There was December 23rd, 18-year-old Leo hated Christmas: "I wish this holiday would just disappear" For Leo, Christmas was a celebration of forced joy, or constant dissatisfaction within the family, especially since his sister had died that day. He fell asleep furious.

He woke up to cramps. And then he felt a weight in his lower abdomen, a woman's legs peeking out from under a soft flannel nightgown, and a woman's breasts. Leo gasped and look down- only to see that he had become a woman, and that he was pregnant, too.

He glanced around the room. Hanging on the door were stockings—each with a name on it. His name was replaced by Lena. He would also see a large mirror in which he could examine his new figure.

Suddenly, his mother burst in with hot cocoa.  "Good, you're up! The doctor ordered bed rest, but I know you. You can't sit still when your little one is kicking up a storm."

"Little one?" Leo rasped.

Everything was different. The house smelled of cinnamon and mistletoe. Pictures hung on the walls: not of him, or rather, of him, but as a woman. Then his sister—to his surprise—brought in a plate of peppermint cookies. "Sister, the baby will be born prematurely if you stress out like that," she joked.

Leo felt panic rising, and tears welled up at the sight of his sister alive.

And yet the love there was undeniable. Every gesture, every carol sung out of tune at dinner, every hand resting on her belly—they were imbued with a tenderness Leo had never known.

The next years, as snow blanketed the world outside, Leo sat by the fire, the baby stirring within him like a silent secret.  His/her hand instinctively moved to calm him. A wave of sudden, sudden protection washed over him.

Tears welled in his eyes. For years, he had armored himself against Christmas, against family, against weakness, because all of it reminded him of loss. Now it was different . Christmas didn't demand joy from him—it simply was…

On December 24th, as midnight approached, Lena closed her eyes and rested her hand on his son, feeling utterly overwhelmed.

Christmas at the Phoenix Family Home

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The Phoenix home—once bustling with football debates, cabinet-slamming, and teenage quarrels—now stood like a relic wrapped in sequins and memories. A single string of twinkling LED lights stretched along the porch railing, uneven in places.

Inside, the air was warm, with cinnamon and a quiet tension. It was the first Christmas Eve since the Role Exchanger had rewritten their lives. Cassandra—now the de facto matriarch of the family—stood at the kitchen counter, arranging cookies on a plate. She quickly learned that Jazzlyn, her once shy mother, now favored treats, though she still devoured them between sips of champagne at late-night parties. Dustin, now Dasti, sat at the dining room table, carefully coloring a Christmas card with glitter markers.

"Do you think Santa still comes for people who used to be boys?" Dasti asked suddenly.

Cassandra replied, "Of course he does. Santa isn't picky. He's all about behavior, not bodies."
"Mom says bodies are very important now," Dasti whispered, glancing toward the living room, where Jazzlyn was lounging on the couch in silk pajamas, scrolling through dating apps with one hand and flipping channels with the other. "She says a lot of things," Cassandra murmured. "But she still kissed you on the forehead this morning. And she packed your favorite apple juice for school, sometimes. That's what counts."
Dasti smiled faintly, then returned to drawing a snowman on her paper.

A notification sounded on phone. Cassandra glanced at her phone.  A message from her ex-father, Augustus.

"Cover photo in Reykjavik. I got back at the end of January. I sent gifts. Don't wait." No emojis. No "Merry Christmas." Not even a signature. Just a man who now considered skin and light his only legacy. She exhaled and dropped her phone facedown on the counter. At least Arian had sent something real—a handmade wooden box with message:

"For my favorite sister. Sometimes I dream about all of you. Not about the old us—just… about us. About who we are now. Anyway, happy christmas."

The doorbell rang. Dasti gasped. "Santa Claus?!" "Not exactly," Jazzlyn laughed, rising from the couch. "But almost… a delivery." Cassandra opened the door.  A  courier holding a long, flat package. "To the Phoenix residence... From Austin Phoenix." Cassandra signaled and carried the package inside. Dasti jumped, eyes wide"Open! Open!". Inside were silk dresses and Barbie dolls. No one spoke.
Then Dasti reached out, grabbing the dolls. "I've always wanted them." Cassandra swallowed hard as she browsed through the heavily sexualized Christmas-themed dresses. Jazzlyn wiped her cheek with the back of her hand. "I miss him," she said softly, then grabbed a silk dress and began trying it on. She then filmed a video for her profile in it, dancing with her figure.

Later, as Cassandra was putting Dasti to bed, the girl whispered, "Do you think Daddy will ever come back?" Cassandra smoothed her hair. "I don't know. But if not, I'll be here. That's my job now." Dasti nodded, already drifting off.

Downstairs, Jazzlyn poured two glasses of wine.
"For when they come back, if ever" Jazzlyn said, looking on the fireplace. Cassandra smiled faintly. She didn't believe in miracles.

The Role Exchanger: St. Nicholas' day

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During St. nicholas' day, a group of friends: Patricia-Neil's girlfriend, Neil, Eden-Patricia's sister, Chris-Eden's boyfriend, Jake-Neil's brother, and Brooke-Chris's sister—were sharing gifts when a Role Exchanger suddenly appeared in their house and swapped everyone's bodies. Patricia into Chris, Neil into Jake, Eden into Brooke, Chris into Patricia, Jake into Eden, Brooke into Neil.


When Role Exchanger lights died down, the six friends stared at each other, wide-eyed and open-mouthed. The space between them seemed to widen of the strangeness of who now inhabited which body.

Patricia, now looking at Chris's slim figure with his nice hair, blinked. She could feel his habit of tapping his foot when he was nervous. "What... what happened?" she rasped, her voice deepening and husky.

Neil, in Jake's form, looked at his face, the same ones that had always been his, but now they were not. "I think... I think we've all been switched," he said.

Eden, now seeing her reflection in the glass, in Brooke's face, pressed her hand to her cheek. "I'm... Brooke?" she whispered, confused.

Chris, glancing into the mirror, saw his eyes staring into Patricia's delicate face. "I'm... Patricia?"  he muttered, his usual sarcasm vanishing, replaced by a shiver of genuine fear.

Jake, now staring into Eden’s softer gaze, tried to steady his breathing. “Okay, so I’m… Eden?” He laughed nervously, but his voice didn’t match the tone of his new body.

Brooke, now in Neil’s body, felt the weight of his watch and the familiar weight of a responsibility she would never have to bear. “Neil?” She barely managed to say it, tears welling in her eyes.

A heavy silence fell, broken only by the sound of a fake bonfire. In their new, strange bodies, each friend struggled with the uncanny sensation of living in someone else’s skin.

Patricia now Chris stepped forward, feeling the unfamiliar weight of Chris’s strong arms. “Okay,” she said, trying to sound like the sarcastic Chris she knew. “Who has a present for my… er… new girlfriend?”  She glanced at Neil-in-Jake, whose eyes had just widened, a look of panic spreading across his thin face.

Jake, now Eden, searched for the gift bag with a shaking hand. "I... I think I have yours, honey," he whispered, looking at Patricia's -Chris's-face and trying to reconcile the feeling he felt for Patricia with the body that wasn't his.

Eden, now Brooke, tried to calm her breathing as she picked up Brooke's carefully wrapped book. "Is this for... me?" She turned it over, disoriented, then realized she held what was meant for her inside her, now in this body. She felt the delicate lines of Brooke's fingers, the way they pressed against the cover, and something delicate blossomed within her.

Chris-now Patricia-stared in the mirror, running his fingers through his hairs, his mind whirring with confusion. He was always the one making jokes, never the one worrying about his hair.  "Okay," he said, his voice shaking, "who wants to open presents? I think this is about to get… interesting. Especially since we don't know whether the role exchanger only swapped our bodies or something else about our personalities"

Everyone fell into a restless rhythm. Unwrapping the presents, each one seemed absurdly appropriate for the new bodies they inhabited. The sweater intended for Jake now fell onto Neil's new form. The mixtape, a compilation of '90s rock hits, slipped into Patricia's-now Chris's-hands, and she realized the songs were exactly the kind of music Brooke used to sing.

As the night deepened, laughter began to break the tension. Jake—now Eden—tried to imitate Eden's signature sarcastic smile, but ended up with a goofy grin that made the entire room erupt in laughter. Brooke, in Neil's body, found herself staring into the mirror, admiring her new figure, while Chris, in Patricia's body, admired her face.

Patricia, in Chris's body, confessed that she never truly understood the pressure Chris felt to always be there. Neil, now in Jake's body, admitted that seeing the world through his brother's eyes made him realize how much he took his own spontaneity for granted. Eden, as Brooke, discovered how quiet her resilience was. Chris, as Patricia, finally felt the burden of being perceived as "the girl" and the vulnerability that came with it. Jake, as Eden, learned the patience Eden practiced daily. Brooke, occupying Neil's body, felt the silent responsibility of being the anchor in their relationship.

When the night finally gave way to the pale light of morning, everyone gathered under the Christmas tree, each holding the gift of their new body, ready for the Christmas and new year.

Gabriel’s Christmas Miracle A Gender-Bending Holiday (requested)

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Gabriel sat bored on Christmas Eve, another boring, lonely evening at the insurance office. But well, someone had to be on duty, and it always fell to him. After all, he had no family to spend the holidays with, and at middle age and not being particularly attractive, it was doubtful he ever would. Plus, with his low salary, any extra income was welcome. Out of boredom, he scrolled through TikTok, seeing attractive models who were enough to make them shake their asses and couldn't complain about a lack of company. "Oh, I wish I had that kind of life," he said, looking at the Christmas tree at work, then lost consciousness.

He woke up on something quite soft,  much softer than the chair at work, also he felt as if something was pressing against his chest,  to squinting from the glowing lights on the Christmas tree. Suddenly, the situation came to a head, and he stood up immediately, staring at his reflection, a woman's reflection, and then fainted from the shock.  
He was awakened by his new body's boyfriend, Frank. When he recovered, he began to press him for information, careful not to reveal himself. It turned out her name was Beatriz and that she was an influencer. One who made a fortune. At the same time, he learned that she had to get ready for a meeting with friends. Surprised by this revelation, he/she simply nodded and decided to change into some well-fitting clothes. It was an interesting feeling because, on the one hand, the clothes and new shoes (in this case, platform high heels shoes) she was wearing were uncomfortable and difficult to move in. On the other hand, he felt like this body loved wearing them. When he/she went to meet friends he didn't know, he was a little apprehensive, but as soon as they started talking, she quickly picked up on all the topics they discussed and easily found his way into the world of women's conversation.  After returning home to the boys, dhe prepared Christmas Eve dinner, and they watched a chick flick Christmas movie together. Although he/she wasn't a fan of this kind of films before, she quickly got into the story. After watching the movie, she and her boyfriend went upstairs to celebrate Christmas together. The next day, he or rather she finally had her life happinnes in Christmas.