Magical Christmas

Dressing for christmas at the office

Erins POV

It took me longer to give up on werewolf Santa than it should. But finally I realized he was not coming back so I went to bed, alone again. Marybell, my cat, eventually decided to take pity on me and she curled up next to me. But she was a poor substitute. I felt quite wound up. Yeah, it had been a while since I had company in bed but it should not have made me this needy. But, oh, did I feel needy. I was worried I would instantly forgive SW (Santa Werewolf) if he showed up at my door again. Or came down my chimney. Hmm, wonder if it is a problem that it is so easy to enter my house?

The morning after, I wondered what I would do if SW did come back. There was a perfectly good dresser in my hallway. What if I just happened to grab on to the corners while SW slammed into me from behind? Or I could sit on it facing him while he slowly entered my while looking dangerously into my eyes. Great, now I was visibly turned on again. One could see my n*****s though my bra. I changed to a pushup with enough padding to hide them. I usually avoided this type of bra at work as I always felt like people would see it as a sign I was desperate. It did look very good though. I was a full c-cup, so with the extrapadding, even I could not help but think "babe" while looking at me. I decided to go with the Christmas spirit and put on a nice red dress with black pumps. I did my hair up in a simple professional bun. Then I headed to work in my car.

As I was getting out of it, the skirt got stock on the belt buckle somehow and tore the dress. Great, now I had a pushup bra and a miniskirt. Next, some dude accidentally walked into me so my bun came loose and the hair tie fell into some brownish-yellow snow. So that was gone. My hair, when let out, naturally formed into wavy bed hair. I was starting to wonder if I would look like a prostitute by the time I got to the office. Not for a second did I imagine these things were accidental. This was the magic, as per use, making my life a mess. I took up my mirror to check my make-up to see how that must have gone wrong. Instead of my businesslike normal makeup, I had apparently managed to switch out all my products to variants I did not even own. My light brown eye shadow was a dusty black with a little glitter. My eyelashes seemed to have almost doubled in length or I had just found the perfect mascara. The red on my lips matched the dress instead of simply being lip balm. I looked great, but not even closely professional.

I had never been late to the office and I saw no point in trying to change because the magic would win. Hell, it might even punish me by making me even more slutty. Maybe I'd show up to work in just my underwear?

At the office there were a lot of men that usually were not there. All much too attractive to be hanging out at a webbased magical supplies store. Would the magic stop if I actually just got laid? Should I just pick one human guy and get it over with? I would like to have control over my wardrobe back. On the other hand, would this be date rape? Would a guy who slept with me now be doing it under the influence of magic or would he actually want me? OMG, had I done something inexcusable to SW yesterday? Was there a magical police officer who would turn up on my doorstep and charge me? Would "I had no control of the magic and I did not realize what being under the influence of magic could do to someone" work as a defense?

Should I call in sick and close my door to the outside world? I would lose a lot of money and it was unlikely to work. Instead, I think I just had to resist every man that came a calling. No matter how desperate I was or how hot they were. How hard could it be? I had to hope I had scared SW off for good because I felt like I had virtually no control of my actions when he was in the room.