Christmas Morning
by Piper
mc; MF; Mg; inc; nosex
I wanted to write a short story as a Christmas present to you all. While I was brainstorming, I remembered Madorakas’ story, Breakfast, and I started wondering how that family would spend Christmas morning.
I woke up when a pile of bricks dropped onto my knees. My eyes flew open. Ah, not a pile of bricks; it was my daughter, Stacy. She stared at me intently, her face framed by uncombed blonde hair, her slender body apparently shapeless under the purple fleece bathrobe she was wearing. Seeing that I was now awake, her small smile grew three-fold.
“Daddy,” she whispered, loud enough that she might as well have spoken normally, “it’s Christmas.”
I turned my head to look at the alarm clock. It was 6:00 a.m.
“Merry Christmas, Stacy,” I murmured, wiping my eyes. “Mommy and I will be down in a minute. Why don’t you go see what Santa left you?”
“’kay.” Stacy rolled off of my legs and scurried out of the room.
My wife, Karen, rolled over in bed to face me. We exchanged Christmas greetings and then got out of bed to get dressed. By the time we got downstairs to the living room, Stacy had finished opening all of her presents. Sitting amidst a sea of torn wrapping paper, she was holding one of the gifts up in the air for inspection. It was a pink sheer babydoll nightie. The transparent wisp of fabric was trimmed with white fur and could be laced up in the back.
Stacy heard Karen and I come into the room and turned her curious eyes to us. “What is this? I didn’t ask Santa for it.”
Karen threw me an accusing look but spoke to Stacy. “I think Santa intended that to be my present, Stacy. Isn’t that right?”
The last part was addressed to me. Both of them looked at me for confirmation. I pretended to think for a second, then I said, “Karen, Stacy, Daddy says it’s naptime.”
Years of careful conditioning were not wasted. Stacy slumped down amongst her presents in an instant faint, the nightie falling out of her slack grip. Karen went under instantly as well and would have fallen to the floor had I not caught her and laid her gently on the couch. I looked over them both and checked their eyes to make sure they were deep enough under. Kneeling by Stacy, I whispered in her ear to go to her room, put on the nightie, and then come back downstairs. Stacy’s eyes fluttered open and she looked up at me without recognition. She slowly got to her feet, picked up the scrap of pink material, and made her way out of the room without a backwards glance.
I walked back to the couch and touched the prone form of my wife, saying, “Karen, you will open your eyes and sit up now, but you will remain in a very deep trance.”
Karen followed my instructions and sat staring blankly at my waist.
“Karen, you need to listen carefully. That nightie is what Stacy will wear to bed from now on.”
“But… why?” she asked quietly. Her brow furrowed slightly and she seemed confused.
I blinked in surprise. Any resistance from her at all was surprising considering how far under she was. I put a hand on her shoulder and said reassuringly, “This is what little girls wear to bed. There is nothing unusual about it.”
“I… no.” The word was no more than a whisper but it was still there. Karen was getting agitated.
“Shhh, Honey, it’s okay.” I reached into my shirt pocket and withdrew the small golden pendant I had bought so long ago. I let it dangle from its chain and twirled it to catch her attention. Her eyes were drawn to the motion and she stared up at it. “There’s nothing to worry about. We are going to go deeper, now. All of your worries are fading away…”
I coaxed my wife until she was completely relaxed. Once she finally accepted my suggestion about the babydoll, I brought her back up to a light trance.
“Now, Karen, I am going to count down from five. As I count down, more and more of your memories of this trance will slip away. When I reach one, you will be out of hypnosis and you won’t remember that you were hypnotized. But you will be tired and you will go back upstairs to sleep in our bed. The next time you wake up, you will feel completely refreshed.”
Karen only nodded absently. I heard Stacy’s footsteps at the top of the stairs so I began the countdown.
“Five… four, feel the memories slipping away… three… two, they are almost completely gone… and one.”
Karen didn’t move and for a second I was worried. Then she opened her mouth in a huge yawn. Stretching tiredly, she got off of the couch. She put her arms around me and drew me into a quick kiss. “Honey, six o’clock is too early for me. Can you keep Stacy busy if I go back to bed?”
I smiled and combed my fingers through Karen’s hair. “I’m sure I can keep her busy.”
Karen gave me a final squeeze and turned to leave. Stacy was standing in the hallway, looking at us without seeming to see us. She had the babydoll nightie on backwards and was wearing it much like an oversized vest, albeit a see-through pink one with spaghetti straps. The slight curves of her breasts barely stood out against the fabric, but her darker nipples were readily visible. As I had told her, she had removed all of her other clothes, including her panties, so her pussy was in plain view beneath the fur-trimmed hem of the nightie.
Karen smiled tiredly at her daughter. “It’s a good thing Santa finally brought you some real pajamas.”
Stacy, still in a trance, didn’t respond. Luckily, Karen was feeling so exhausted that she had already walked passed Stacy with just a little pat on the head and didn’t notice Stacy’s strange behavior. I waited until I heard Karen close our bedroom door. Stacy stood patiently, all but naked, and I wondered not for the first time how long she would remain like this if I didn’t give her any more instructions.
Finally, I beckoned her over to me. “Stacy, come here.”
My little girl stepped forward immediately. She picked her way through the gifts littering the floor and came to stand directly in front of me, staring dully at my chest.
“Stacy,” I began, “this is what you will wear to bed from now on, unless you are at a sleepover or your friends are over here. This nightie is just as normal as your other pajamas. You will feel fully dressed when you wear it. Do you understand?”
Stacy nodded and answered in a small voice, “Yes, Daddy.”
Pitifully easy compared to my wife; I suppose children’s minds are just more malleable than those of adults. “Good girl. Now, I am going to count down from five. As I count down, more and more of your memories of this trance will slip away. When I reach one, you will be out of hypnosis and you won’t remember that you were hypnotized. You will feel very nice and you will be very excited to play with all of your new presents. Five… four… three… two… one.”
Stacy’s blank face lit up with a smile as she became aware of her surroundings. She squealed with delight at all the opened Christmas presents in front of her. She grabbed my arm and pulled me over to the couch.
“Daddy, lemme show you what I got!”
“Alright.” I sat down and got treated to an unobstructed view of Stacy’s cute little butt as she bent down to pick up a present off the floor and her babydoll rode up.
She brought over some kind of sports car that was supposed to be for her Barbie doll and sat down on my lap. I pretended to be interested as Stacy explained why this pink toy car was so important, but my eyes kept wandering over her exposed body. Of course even if she had been sitting on my lap in regular pajamas my thoughts would have been impure, but it was much more exciting knowing that her naked privates were pressed against my shorts. As the minutes passed, I wondered if Stacy could feel the heat of my erection on her butt. Then Stacy shifted against me and stopped talking about her toy.
“Daddy?” Stacy craned her head up and looked at me innocently.
“Hmm?”
“Can I have waffles for breakfast?”