All I want for Xmas are my pubes and dick back! By Steam Train (steam_t2007@yahoo.com)
The new school year started well for me. Sixth grade, middle school and there I was a jock in the making. Boys develop later than girls, but I was lucky, compared to all my fellow 6th grade boys who fronted up the first day of the new school year for our first day of middle school I to all outward appearances was the most developed.
Puberty had started early for me and my muscle tone was already showing and although I was no taller than a lot of the guys in my new grade I was pretty confident I had it over them where it really mattered. At eleven going on twelve I already had my pubes and my dick was growing longer and thicker by the month. I was not one hundred percent certain, but all the checks I did on the internet said I was above the 95 percent band for my age in pubic hair growth and penis size. In other words at least ninety five percent of guys my age had less than me!
I was very modest and never gave anyone the chance to see me naked and so far at school compulsory showering was not the rule however I knew that after the Christmas break all sixth graders would be expected to shower after PE. Even though I had the body to be envied where it mattered I was still nervous about being naked in front of others. My mom, dad or sister had not seen me naked since I was eight or nine years old.
Now despite my modesty I confess I did boast a lot during those first months at my new school about having pubes and a thick dick that was already over five inches erect.
Puberty sets off a chain of reaction in guys and as well as my maturing body my temperament became more volatile. I took out most of my anger against my step mom and step sister. Both mom and my sister Dianna were like blood family to me as dad had remarried when I was only one, the same age Dianna was at the time. We grew up together and to all intents and purposes we were blood family. My real mum had left dad and me for another man and lived in Europe. She had no contact with us; likewise Dianna's dad had left her mom and disappeared never to be heard of again.
Why on that night just before the Christmas break I had told mom and Dianna off with the hurtful words that they were not my real family and then added to Dianna's anguish by raising the fact she was still a flat chested little girl, I don't know. I did however and it hurt them deeply as well as anger them.
I knew mom had always treated me as her own and had shown no favouritism whatsoever towards Dianna yet I accused her of this. Likewise I knew Dianna was very sensitive that she was one of the minority of girls who were yet to grow breasts in our sixth grade. I added to her fury by boasting I had pubes and a manly dick whereas she probably had a hairless slit to go with her flat chest!
Initially I felt triumph at getting under their skins but when the Ghost Patrol visited me in the privacy of my bedroom later that night I soon came to realise how hurtful and mean spirited I had been. By the time the ghost left more than my attitude had changed. My body had changed and changed for the worst.
I was no bully and on the whole I was well behaved so the punishment the juvenile ghost who visited me dished out was minor compared to that received by many juveniles, but just the same, it had long term effects on me and my life.
With a flick of his ghostly right hand there was a brief whooshing sound and I was instantly stark naked.
I screamed out in horror and embarrassment as my hands flew to cover my newly exposed genitals!
"No covering up!" the ghost ordered.
Another wave of his right hand and I found despite my every effort to resist, my hands unwillingly and involuntarily leaving my groin and going to the back of my neck. To my horror my dick equally unwillingly and involuntarily rose quickly to its raging over five inch erection.
"Spectacular sized package for an eleven year old Kristian" the ghost commented as he waved his ghostly hand yet again, "unfortunately with your recent attitude and bragging you don't deserve such attributes."
I screamed again as I saw the results of his renewed ghostly handiwork!
"You are now in the bottom five percent band for your age in pubic hair growth and penis size."
My dick was still erect but now it was tiny, it looked to be less than two inches long, it was pencil thin and my dangling balls were now marble sized and tucked up tight into my body. My first terrifying thought was that they were now so small that I would no longer be able to cum and enjoy the ecstasy of a full orgasm. I was also totally hairless. There was not a hint that I had ever had a big plump dick or a lush bush of pubes.
I was still in shock, but the ghost quickly bought me back to reality when he commented, "That little bald package sure isn't going to impress anyone after the Christmas break when you have to strip down to shower after PE"
"Oh no please" I begged.
"Sorry Kristian but you need to learn a lesson, a lesson that will stay with you throughout your teenage years and beyond. You will remain in the bottom five percent band for pubic hair growth and penis size for the rest of your life. It will be two and more likely three plus years before you even start to grow pubic hair or penis size again and when you do it will always be less than most of your peers!"
"Noooooooooooooo" I moaned in despair as the realisation that I had lost all my manly attributes including my muscle definition, dawned fully upon me.
"I hear someone coming and I don't have the time for chit chat. Your hands will release themselves from your neck in ten seconds. Have a merry Christmas Kristian" the ghost stated and then as quickly as he had appeared he vanished.
My bedroom door flew open and mom and dad raced in, followed by my sister Dianna and her best friend Megan who was sleeping over.
"You alright son, what was all the screaming about?" Mom asked in a panicked voice.
The ten seconds were not up and I couldn't get my hands to release from my neck!
I was stark naked in front of my whole family for the first time and to add to my shame my fellow sixth grade class mate, Megan Carroll was seeing me naked as well.
"Oh my god Di, your brothers stark naked and he ain't got no hair like he boasted he had!"
Her remark totally humiliated me but not as much as my sister's reply.
"He's nowhere as big down there as he boasted either, in fact he's tiny?"
Both girls then laughed at me as the ten seconds expired and I quickly covered up, folding my hands in front of my hairless little dick and balls.
"Girls that's enough" dad admonished, but the look on his face and that on moms said that they too were shocked at my lack of development. Mom in fact had this small smile that was almost an evil grin.
I couldn't help momentarily looking into my sisters eyes; they were sparkling as were moms. Without saying a word I knew both were thinking revenge is sweet!
Dad however, just shook his head and then he turned to mom and said pointing to my groin, "This is the problem behind his recent behavior. We were trying to treat him like the young man he would have had us believe he was, when the truth is, he still a little boy!"
I felt my face and chest get all red when dad said that.
"So I have now seen", mum replied before adding, "I had wondered about that and all his boasting. My brothers did not hit puberty until they were much older than Kristian and until they did, they were treated as little boys should be.
"Interesting rule darling and in light of what has been exposed here tonight, I think that rule should apply to Kristian from now on at least until he starts puberty."
The way dad said the last sentence, you could tell my life had taken another turn for the worst. I knew that I was going to die a thousand deaths at school when my sister and Megan spread the word of what they had just seen. I wouldn't be able to deny it for long as my new body would soon be revealed in the showers after PE as soon as the Christmas break was over.
All my bragging and boasting about my size and pubes was going to come back to haunt me.
I couldn't sleep the rest of that night; I tossed and turned feeling out of body as I adjusted to my new body features or lack of!
Finally in the wee early hours of the new day I got up out of bed and wrote a letter to Santa! My wish was simple. All I wanted from Santa for Christmas was my pubes and dick back!
After all if ghosts exist, so might Santa!
The End