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SRU: Last Minute Gift

by JDCopyHack
This story is on the fringe of the SRU universe and I hope you all enjoy 
it. Any comments will be appreciated. Copyright 1999 by JDCopyHack. All 
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SRU: Last Minute Gift

He stood tall and proud beneath the Christmas tree, exactly where Santa 
Claus had placed him moments before.  "He" in this case was the World 
War II commemorative edition G.I. Joe, complete with helmet, M-1 rifle, 
and full military gear.

Joe was proud of his stature as the original action figure. Oh sure, 
others had tried to invade his territory. But Action Jackson and even 
the Ultimate Soldier proved to be weak competition. And there was no 
comparison between him and the cheap plastic superhero action figures, 
like Batman and Power Rangers. Joe stood 12 inches tall, where they 
barely topped five inches. Joe's feet, hands, knees, and arms could bend 
at the joints. Those other action figures were stiff and inflexible.

No, despite more than three decades on the market, Joe had them all 
beat.

Christmas morning was still several hours away, so Joe would have to 
wait before his new owner, seven year old Jeffrey Marx, would free him 
from his box. Unlike adults, who choose to keep their G.I. Joes packaged 
in their original boxes in the expectation they will become 
"collectible," children had no such pretenses. They would just rip into 
the box and start playing. Joe knew that Jeffrey was getting some other 
great toys, like a train set and a BMX bicycle, but he also knew that 
there was nothing like a child's first G.I. Joe.

Surprisingly, Joe wasn't even mentioned on Jeffrey's Santa list; instead 
it was a request from Jeffrey's father, who wanted his son to experience 
the same thrill that he did so many years ago.

Listening to the sounds of Santa and his elves shuffling around the 
living room, distributing the final cache of toys, Joe grew tired. 
Perhaps he should get some shuteye before the big day.  But, just as he 
was about to nod off, he felt a sharp pain in his left leg, followed by 
a similar pain in his right leg. When Joe looked down, he noticed an 
unusual stiffness, and upon further inspection, he realized that somehow 
his joints had disappeared. To complicate things further, his legs felt 
skinnier and for some reason, his feet started to arch in his boots, 
causing even more discomfort.

The strange combination of pain and numbness continued as Joe felt his 
waist cinched, leaving the waistband of his fatigues loose around the 
middle. But, as the strange sensations continued up his torso, the 
fabric around his butt and hips seemed incredibly tight, and he could 
hear the seams tearing.

The tingling continued toward his chest and he could feel his sculpted 
ripples start to reform. What he wasn't prepared for were the two large 
orbs that pushed out from his chest, causing his jacket to pop at the 
snaps.

He tried to raise his hands to his now expanding chest, but realized his 
elbows had stiffened, just as his knees had earlier. Looking down, he 
noticed thin, feminine hands so unlike his former clenched grip. How 
could he possibly hold his rifle with these?

The indignity continued as his neck thinned, his chin and cheeks lost 
their hard edge. A pink blush replaced the scar on his right cheek. His 
thin, serious lips formed into a painted, upturned smile. His eyebrows 
became thinner and arched, his eyelashes longer. Even his nose became 
small and pert. 

Joe was dizzy with confusion as he felt a pinch in both ears, then felt 
something dangling from his lobes. Finally, his short-cropped, molded 
brown hair turned a yellow blonde and began to cascade freely past his 
shoulders. His trademark dogtag became a silver necklace. Even the 
inside of his box changed from olive drab to pastel pink. 

Still more changes came.

His hair, now long and blonde was pulled upwards and was held together 
with a sparkling sequined hair ornament. His pants and jacket fused 
together and slowly turned into a black velvet jeweled gown and cape. 
His feet were soon adorned with matching heels. The transformation was 
complete. "He" was now "she." And all the former Joe could do was smile 
about it. But why, he wondered from inside the girlish box.

The answer would come soon enough as Santa and his elves made their 
final rounds.

"By jinky, Santa, that was really something. I never realized you could 
turn a boy into a girl."

"Ho, ho, ho... It would never have been possible if I hadn't met the 
wizard at that Spells R Us shop. He gave me the magic dust that made 
Jeffrey's dream come true."

"But how did you know, Santa?"

Just then, Santa pulled a crumpled letter from his pocket and started to 
read.

"Dear Santa, my name is Jeffrey and I am seven years old. All I want for 
Christmas is to be a girl. I want to wear pretty dresses and play with 
pretty dolls. I promise, I will never ask for another thing as long as I 
live."

"That's great, Santa, but what about his parents? Aren't they going to 
be upset that their son is now their daughter."

"You mean HER parents, don't you? Don't worry, to them Jeffrey never 
existed. They only have memories of a precious girl named Jennifer. Look 
around you and see that the wizard's magic has changed more than just 
the little boy."

The elf did look, and was amazed by what he saw. On the wall leading up 
the staircase were portrait photos not of a boy, but of a little girl, 
from birth to the age of seven. Even the inscription on the stocking 
hung on the mantle had changed. It now said "Jennifer" in sparkly, 
silver glitter.

Perhaps most telling of all was that the toys had changed. Where a train 
set once rested now sat an enormous dollhouse. The bike had changed from 
jet-black to purple and pink, with frilly streamers and a basket with a 
bow on the front.

And under the tree, illuminated by the warm glow of the Christmas 
lights, was the most beautiful Barbie doll the elf had ever seen.
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