An unusual Christmas wish (Jynx Tf)

It was the night before Christmas, and not a creature was stirring, not even a Pikachu. Silence hung over the street as snow gently fell from the sky with the promise of a white Christmas. It had yet to settle, but it surely would. This was bad news for the person watching this, for while she loved the snow she hated its cold.

Jocelyn, as she had been known, was a stray, an urchin, a runt, a nobody. She certainly looked like one: her ginger hair so dirty it looked a natural brown, her green eyes hopeful yet downcast, her fair face spotted with mud and her grey smock tattered and frayed, no shoes on her feet either. Cast from her home in the era of King Louis-Philippe I of Kalos, she had been sent originally to a factory that produced wool in the hope that the burden she had caused by simply existing could at least provide some money. Provide those funds it did, but at the expense of all of her toes, torn to pieces by those unforgiving machines. Jocelyn, unusually, had the courage to rebel against her practice and for this was severely flogged and flung out onto the streets. Her family would not accept her back, such was her disgrace. Jocelyn had to make do with scavenging, with following after the wild Houndours that stalked within Lumiose City and beg. Little was always given, little was always found. To any other urchin, it was a situation without hope.

Yet hope sprang in Jocelyn’s heart. It was Christmas, after all, and any Christmas miracle could happen. Jirachi could suddenly end his or her slumber and visit her, or less supernatural, a kind gentleman might pick her up to attend one of those new trainer schools, despite the majority of kids there being boys. Jocelyn was an optimist, even though she had been on the street for 8 years and was now 18. Her situation was growing more desperate, for as she grew older it was harder to sneak without being noticed and her figure might catch the glare of someone who would force her into a well-known contemptible practice. She was lucky tonight; no one was on the street, not even the policeman. They were all busy with last minute Christmas preparations and children were sleeping, awaiting the arrival of Father Christmas.

Unusually, Jocelyn believed in Father Christmas. The idea of someone giving gifts to absolutely anyone was, in her mind, beautiful yet kind. That a figure could come in such a cruel season, a season which bit at her fingernails and froze her hair, and give hope was magnificent. Jocelyn needed that hope. So on that night, never thinking that she would be heard, she whispered:

“Santa, if you’re out there, please come for me.”

She closed her eyes and hoped against hope that her wish would be fulfilled. Then she opened them…and was surprised by the sight in front of her.

It was a Jynx, but an unusual Jynx at that. She was holding a golden bell in her right hand and a flickering lantern in the other. On top of her head was a green hat with fluffy white edges; an elf hat. Jynx, Jocelyn knew, had an unsavoury reputation; their dark faces sought out racism and there dresses suggested that same practice mentioned earlier. Yet Jocelyn had always thought this was ill founded, particularly as she had heard myths of a monster that looked like Jynx. Jynx could not help being what they were, and anyway their womanly look and their fame for kissing actually suggested to her that Jynx might be a caring, motherly figure. This Jynx’s eyes were so gentle and joyful that she couldn’t help but think that she was right.

The Jynx put down her lantern and, even more strangely, took a letter from the folds of her hair. Handing it to Jocelyn, she waited. Jocelyn opened it, not knowing what was inside and whether the Jynx knew that she couldn’t read. However, the words written began to speak their message in a deep rumbling voice, like that of a gentle giant.

“To the urchin Jocelyn,

I have heard your request with such pity that I could not help but act on it. The Jynx who bore this message will take you to me so that we may discuss how best to ensure your future happiness. If you believe your eyes and your heart, then simply nod at this Jynx. Everything will then be taken care of.”

The letter was not signed, but Jocelyn knew full well who it was. She smiled for joy. She was right, he did exist! He was going to help her. Yet…wasn’t this all just a dream? No, the Jynx looked very real, the letter felt very real and, more importantly, her heart told her it was real. She knew what she wanted. Jocelyn nodded at the Jynx.

At which point, the letter in her hand glowed with gold and disappeared. The Jynx turned to the sky and rang her bell with a little crystalline sound. Then, up from above came the sound of more of these bells, jingling together. Then came the sight of a red sleigh being pulled by 6 Stantler and 6 winter Sawsbuck. It landed on the street in front of them. The Jynx waddled up and put herself in the sleigh, near the reins. She offered a hand to Jocelyn. She wasn’t sure now, for they were about to go so high, but the Jynx’s eyes beckoned her. Taking her hand, she hoped on and away they whooshed. Up and up they went, soaring through the stars. Jocelyn gave a little scream, for the city below was so small and she was so high. What if she dropped? Then, she felt the comforting pat of the Jynx, who was hugging her. Jocelyn felt immediately comforted. She also noticed that the Jynx never pulled on the reins, only touching them on one side to direct the deer to go in a certain direction. On and on they went, until at last they came to an island on ice: the North Pole.

Jocelyn looked down, unable to help herself and was amazed at the sight. It looked as if every ice type Pokémon dwelt here. Cubchoo threw snowballs at each other watch by their Beartic parents. Seel slid down ice slides into the freezing water of their parents. Piloswine gently munch away at the short grass beneath the snow. A Froslass somewhere was singing a mournful song as a Glalie manipulated the ice to make spectacular sculptures depicting the other Pokémon. There were many more besides, but it was a Delibird that caught her eye. He flew right up to the sleigh, waved, and then whizzed past. The sleigh took the same direction and soon they were in sight of Santa’s workshop; a very simple wooden affair. Landing just outside, the Stantler and Sawsbuck flung off their reins and rushed to a shed nearby, where the sound of carrot munching could soon be heard within. The Jynx led Jocelyn into the hut.

It was just as she had imagined it. The walls were covered with toys and elves and Jynx put together toys along a conveyor belt (though she didn’t know that name for it) before more elves and Jynx wrapped them up and loaded them onto another loaded sleigh. A back door suddenly opened and in entered Father Christmas, dressed in his fine red coat, his fluffy beard spread generously around his chin and that deep and joyful voice resounded once more.

“Ho Ho Ho! That’s half the world done so far! Now, before the next batch, come here little child.”

He beckoned to Jocelyn who came without fear, only joy. She was meeting Santa! The man bent down and smiled.

“Before I tell you why you’re here, you must have a thousand and one questions. Ask away!”

She did and, because she was unlikely to get the opportunity again, began.

“How do you travel the world in one night?”

“I do it in stages and the deer you saw earlier have been breed for that purpose. They are happy, so they go faster.”

“Even if you do it in stages, that wouldn’t be enough though, would it?”

“You’re quite right, I also clone myself. Not really! I’m only one of the Santas, the chief, and all my brothers and brother-in-laws and the odd sister and sister-in-law help me.”

“You go down chimneys, but what if a place doesn’t have a chimney?”

“Depends on the place. Igloos have an open door, mud huts have open windows…But you mean the Kalos homes. That’s simple. I have a single magical key that matches the key hole of any house.”

The questions went on and on, though in reality it only took 5 minutes. At last, Father Christmas glanced at his watch and nodded.

“Time for me to go soon. So, why I have brought you. Tell me, young Jocelyn, do you think this is a dream?”

She answered honestly. “Not any more.”

He smiled and laughed. “Ho Ho Ho! That is good, very good. You see, so many children don’t believe in the spirit of Christmas now. I don’t mean that they need to believe in me, but they need to believe that Christmas is a time of hope, love and friendship (not presents). With people having so much money now, they have forgotten the poor and needy, caring only to have the ‘latest’. So, as a gesture of good will, I have provided what I can to those poor and needy, but you especially caught my eye.”

He stared at her and became grave. “You have hope, which is perfect for a place like this. So, I wish to ask you, would you like to become one of these little helpers? I can’t keep you as you are, your body will not be up to the job. I can transform you into an elf or a Jynx. I promise I will never force you to work and I will do my utmost to keep you happy. What do you say?”

To any other person, they would have pinched themselves, told themselves it was all a dream, that this was crazy and so on. Not Jocelyn. Her heart felt fit to burst; it was as if all her most inner Christmas wishes were coming true! She did have one big decision though. Initially, she would have liked to be an elf, but the kind Jynx who took her, who was waving behind her now…she wanted to be like her. A kindly motherly figure to help Smoochum in the ways of Santa. Jocelyn took a deep breath and said.

“Thank you Santa, and I’d like to be a Jynx.”

Father Christmas looked surprised. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. Jynx are like mothers, not what most people think.”

He smiled and nodded. “You are mature for your age. Very well, I can undo it anytime anyway.”

His hand began to glow and he gently touched Jocelyn’s chest, where her heart would be. He nodded once again and waved.

“Well, I must be off. When I return tell me what you think. I will be able to understand you. Good luck. Ho Ho Ho!”

With that he settled himself down in the loaded sleigh, whistled for the deer, who flung themselves back into position and zoomed off into the sky, calling.
“To Kanto my dears!”

Jocelyn’s change, meanwhile, had begun. The warmness in her heart was spreading across her body, as if it resonated with her own desire. She could feel her organs changing slightly, but not by a lot. Thank goodness Jynx were humanoid! What she could feel, however, were her organs becoming more…mature. She felt herself feel a little older; in reality she was as young as ever. It was as if Jocelyn was preparing for a new mind set with a new her.

Then the physical changes began. The tattered garment that she ruggedly wore began swirling in an unknown, unfeeling breeze. The colour change from the dismal grey to the scarlet red made her new dress. It began merging with the skin around her chest and middle, before fluttering down to conceal her legs. Were they still there? Jocelyn wasn’t sure, neither did she care. She felt regal, as if a Fairy Godmother was preparing her for the grand ball. A protective casing of two red circles, bordered with a faint yellow gold, completed the top part of the dress. The bottom part reached her feet and splayed out. It wasn’t all one length, but became disjointed and moved apart, giving her that graceful movement of one in a flowing costume. Gently, Jocelyn touched it. She was amazed at its silky feel, as if she were touching velvet.

Now came the change in her skin colour. For where once Jocelyn had been a very pale, almost sickly child, she was about to be transformed into another. A deep purple spread across her neckline as her neck receded. Once again, the need to touch was too powerful. It felt chilly, but not unpleasant. Jocelyn found it astonishing that she wasn’t shivering; before she had been too wound up in Santa’s workshop to even notice the cold. Now it had become a bearable temperature. Soon, she was sure, she would find it pleasant. Suddenly, she felt a weird texture across her arms. Looking across, she noticed that her arms were turning to the same scarlet as her dress. They were also pumping up with muscle tone; ready for battle. Jocelyn found herself giggling; it looked so weird! Her once slender arms were becoming strong and slightly shorter. Her bones must also be compensating for the change, for she heard quiet clicking noises from within her arms.

Her hands, so dirty and cut, flexed out with a sudden gesture. Jocelyn held them out to her face. They were splayed out as if she were doing a hand print. They began to flatten and inflate at the same time. The bulging and subsiding of her muscles continued spasmodically as they increased the size of her hand to double what it was before. Her fingernails promptly fell off as her skin changed to the blackcurrant purple of her new form. She now had hands perfect for double slapping.

“Jynx…” she whispered, then put a hand to her mouth, hurting herself slightly with the new force behind it. Of course, she should have known she was going to talk Pokémon. She just…didn’t expect her voice to sound more…adult. It was strange, and Jocelyn didn’t know if she liked that part or not.

It was looking weird to the Jynx and elves around her too. A small human head on a Jynx body. That was the next change. Purple skin spread across her face and she felt her muscles tone uncomfortably. Jocelyn made an painful sound; it wasn’t nice at all. She felt a hand gently put itself on her shoulder. Turning, she saw the Jynx who brought her here nod and smile.

“Don’t worry, child, it will be over soon.”

She sounded much like a mother; just what Jocelyn needed. She closed her eyes as her face continued to inflate until it matched her new swollen body. She did feel sort of fat, which was quite funny. Her nose withered away back into her skin. Jocelyn was surprised to no longer be able to smell, and was quite worried about that. The next thing she knew, however, was her lips and mouth increased in size to take up some of the space where her nose used to be. Her teeth feel out and her tongue went numb briefly as it enlarged to fit the new space. Jocelyn’s lips turned into a dazzling pink and she felt a sudden urge to kiss, to give the world her love. She restrained herself, that wasn’t like her. Jocelyn felt her ears shrink until they were no longer visible but there. Her eyes dilated and then became ovals as her green irises shrank to leave her with small black pupils.

The final change was to her hair. The ginger locks flailed in the mysterious breeze and began to lengthen. Jocelyn moved her arm around some of the locks to take a closer look. Her hair lengthened until they reached the top of her ankles (or what she presumed were her ankles). It then became paler and paler until it reached a platinum blonde. All of the strands of hair changed into that Rapunzel colour of a fairy tale. The change was complete; Jocelyn was a fully formed Jynx.

Jocelyn’s first reaction to her new form was that she looked silly. Out of all the Pokémon she could have chosen, she had to go for the most controversial. Yet…she loved herself. She loved her flowing hair, her silky dress and, most of all, the feeling of unbounded love that had been unlocked from her heart. Another tap on her shoulder brought her back to reality.

There was the Jynx who saved her, looking very smug. She beamed and said gently, “Do you like it?”

Jocelyn gave a little twirl. “Like it? I LOVE it! Thank you so much for bringing me here.”
“I’m sure you’ll like it here.”

She turned around to find it was Father Christmas speaking. He patted her head, it was only now that she realised she hadn’t grown, having been never tall in the first place. He smiled at her greatly.

“Are you ok to work?”

She nodded. “I’m ready when you are sir!”

“Oh, no need to sir me! Ho Ho Ho!” He laughed, then saying in a sugar sweet voice, “I think I know the perfect place for you…”

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From that time on, Jocelyn worked in the nursery, taking care of all the little elves and Smoochums while their parents did the work. She loved working with kids; playing with them, telling them the fairy tales she learnt as a child, caring for them. She had to be told often by that same friendly Jynx, whose name was Joy, to stop working so hard and relax. Santa’s present giving continued year upon year and there was always a jolly feeling prevalent in the north pole. Then there was that mischievous but sweet Ditto Jocelyn was becoming close too…Maybe, in a few years’ time, there would be the patter of little Smoochum feet. For Jocelyn, Christmas was every day.