Personas Non Presente

Hanna came in, dressed in a tight t-shirt and shorts, which was her normal outfit (here at least, she had commented on how she just wore underwear at home). "Hi everyone," she chirped, grabbing some orange juice. Matt looked behind her, but saw no sign of the kids. Instead, he looked back at her. As she drank, head tipped back, her shirt's neckline retreated, first showing cleavage, then releasing her boobs with a bounce. Said tits grew and grew and grew as she drank, yet sagged not at all, until they were the largest of everyone here, and her waist, revealed as her t-shirt just evaporated, grew impossibility thin, her back arching to thrust her gigantic tits out. Her shirt likewise evaporated, leaving her completely naked aside from her flipflops, which grew the most ludicrous heal of all; she was basically standing without apparent effort on the tips of her toes, in a perpetual ballerina enpointe. The hair around her cunt vanished, leaving it bare and glistening for all to see, as her hair, though still the same brown with slight grey, grew longer than longer and longer until it was almost brushing the floor. As she put down the glass, Matt could she she was heavily but tastefully made up, mascaraed, eyeliner, and lipsticked, with probably some rouge as well, lips beestung. She grabbed some food and joined everyone at the table, walking without apparent effort with her feet in a position that should have required years of practice, if it was physically possible to walk that way at all, her entire body swaying and giggling.

"Everybody looking forward to presents?" she asked, drawing an arch look from Sarah.

"Christmas is about family..." Sarah corrected.

"AND PRESENTS," everyone but Peter and Brandon replied, per tradition, even Matt, as in spite of his distracted state he was on autopilot for that one. Another arch look came, which now also looked steamily sexy, while Peter tried not to let his wife see him laugh.

"Everyone stop eating so fast, the presents will still be there when we are all done," she decided to settle for.

"What about the kids? Are they still asleep?" Matt asked.

"Of course not, it's around 1 for them, after all," Hanna replied. "Don't worry, their dad said they will be available to be on Skype for the present opening," she added. "It is a shame they couldn't come this year but they would have just ended up at camp with all the other kids," she added, before going back to her breakfast. Matt was confused. His cousins had just been here last night when he went to bed! How could they be back in England with their father? And camp?

Then again he just watched most of his relatives turned into sexy caricatures of themselves, so was sudden transcontinental teleportation so strange? Upside, their was absolutely no chance of them seeing anything now, so when something happened Matt wouldn't have to worry about it. He did make a note to look up this 'camp' thing later.

"Ok everyone let's go open er up," Hanna declared, finishing her breakfast in record time.

"Some of us can handle waiting enough to eat like normal people," Sarah replied, pointedly eating slowly. "I swear, even as a kid you had no patience on Christmas."

"Why have patience when I can have presents," Hanna wheedled back, her tone not different from normal but somehow achingly sexy issuing from her current form. Nonetheless everyone waited as the last food was eaten, enjoying a nice Saturday morning (and Matt, having discovered no one cared, enjoyed all the eye candy).

"All right fine, presents," Sarah finally relented, after a while of Hanna staring her down, everyone filed into the living room. Hanna borrowed Sarah's phone, and in a minute they were dialed into skype, although, as luck would have it, the camera on Sarah's phone was not working suddenly, so it was more audio from their end than anything else. Greetings were exchanged, including from Hanna's Ex-Husband, with whom the kids were staying (the two were still perfectly good friends, so it wasn't a custody battle or anything). Matt said hello to his cousins again, who definitely didn't seem to find suddenly being with their dad strange, nor gave any sign they had spoken to him since the last time he called (which had been a few months; Matt was not big on constantly calling people). With the camera out, everyone had to describe what they were doing to the kids, who opened up their stuff first (Matt noted that the presents from his family and himself seemed to have been shipped over as if this was expected), receiving of course toys, some games, and a few clothes (to much groaning, although at least not hand knit stuff).

Then it was Hanna, who received some makeup, a couple books, a ballerina costume that was utterly transparent and sized for her current body, some sheer stockings, and some cash (Matt was ashamed to admit he was bad at this, so that was him). Matt was fairly certain those clothing items were not what had originally been bought. Matt, Brandon, Brian, and Peter all got fairly generic items; books, clothes, a few gadgets, nothing terribly unusual, though the clothing seemed to go with their current looks. The women all got generic stuff too which Matt barely noticed, as he was focused on the clothing (normally the most boring items). Clair got a barely-there dress; it would be appropriate by normal standards if she didn't move too much, but her enhanced bosom would constantly be threatening to pop out. Mary got Pink leather thighboots (which she complained about to mom as she was on her again to lose the goth look), as well as an odd upper arrangement that would go from nose to chest when pulled up and had long sleeves with thumb loops, but stopped just above her boobs, leaving her bare from there down in front, and pants with pointedly didn't cover her pussy or ass (in black spandex, courtesy of Michelle, who commented they would be good for practice). Michelle received the most overtly sexual item: a double ended strap-on dildo, along with a dress that was similar to Mary's, except her had a back and a skirt, but was cut to leave boobs exposed in front and had only the sides of the dress. As was her way of protesting the 'commercialization of Christmas', Sarah had only a single gift, from Peter, which was a diamond necklace, although Matt couldn't help notice that they were arranged as interlinked cocks and ball thrusting into golden vaginas.

After presents, everyone broke up to do their own thing. Normally this would be when fighting over the shower happened, but no one seemed to need it. Matt immediately got on his computer and began looking around. First, he looked up this "camp" that had been mentioned. Apparently everyone below 18 was attending a camp for the holidays, away from everyone else. Matt couldn't find mention of it being mandatory, but neither could he find mention of anyone not going. This meant that, for the next several days (it let out the day he would be going back to college) there would be no one under 18 around, anywhere outside these camps (whose location was unspecified). Presumably that meant whatever was going on wouldn't be interrupted. It all seemed very sketchy but totally legit at the same time.

Deciding to roll with it, he then started wandering around the internet. Two things became readily apparent: Everyone was dressed sexy, and everyone looked between 18 and 35ish, with the exception of hair color, which got whiter with age. He saw politicians on the floor of congress in lingerie, dressed as stripper cops and sexy nuns, nude, wearing only partial clothing. The news didn't hold Matt's interest, as it was mostly sexily dressed buff guys, so he looked into TV and movies. He saw a nude Halley Berry with huge tits, lingerie clad Sarah Michelle Gellar as Buffy with Willow in the tightest possible witch robe, missing the front of the skirt from the waist down. He looked up Star Trek and found the crew in uniform, but super tight. Patrick Stewart looked weird as a younger man, with a full head of hair but still white, while Data was naked (and demonstrably 'fully functional'), although Matt had to grimace at the full body makeup. Troy had on her mauve jumpsuit, except the neckline dipped to just above her pussy, her breasts barley staying inside, the slightest hint of nipples visible on either side of the huge navel bearing gash down the center, while Dr. Crusher had a normal, if tight uniform except for the ovular window that left her gigantic tits free. Out of curiosity, he looked up some other characters. 7 of 9 had the exact same outfit as always, except that her nipples and camel toe were quite visible. T'Pol, on the other hand, was totally nude, which she insisted was "simply logical" the one time it was brought up.

On every show people were in various states of undress and, when the outfits weren't pertinent to the show, in various seeming random costumes. Robin from How I Met Your Mother was in a tight leotard (like she wore as Maria Hill in Avengers, but years earlier and leagues tighter, outlining her body in a way that a comic book artist would have drawn it on her), Rachael from Friends spent the entire series in various sexy wedding dresses, often with at least tits or pussy exposed, while Monica just had a french chef hat and nothing else. Phoebe's outfit shifted multiple times every episode, going from lingerie, to naked, to Sexy UPS driver, to cop, to sexy nun, and on and on, her body shape changing with each outfit change, though always it was still clearly her. Everywhere he looked was tons of eye candy, people dressed in all kinds of sexy clothes or none at all. But everything going on was normal. No one said anything in particular about the outfits; even in episodes where clothes were a plot point, everyone acted like they were normal clothing, even talking about them while acknowledging how they looked but not acting like it was strange. There was no more sex than there normally was, and what there was was only slightly less covered than normal (no concerns on nudity, but nothing hardcore visible). A few people were weird exceptions; Matt couldn't find a single picture of Vladimir Putin where he wasn't shirtless and on a horse (including images of him like that in the Russian government house, and even behind a ludicrously oversized desk, horse's head visible off the side).