"Oh, thank goodness. A new model," the grandmotherly Mrs. Claus said. Okay, that wasn't the reaction Santa Jon was expecting. Then her body began glow with a swirl of red and green lights. As the glow encompassed her body, she began to get younger! Moments later, the glow dissipated, leaving almost an entirely different person in her place. She started off looking at least 70, maybe 80 years old, but healthy. Now she looked no older than 20, with curly reddish-brown hair and fairly large boobs, being showcased in a much more revealing top than the one she was wearing moments earlier. It was odd, but her overall look kind of reminded Santa Jon of his friend Karyn, but with larger boobs, of course. It was like he was seeing his idealized version of his friend.
"Uh ... Mrs. Claus?" Santa Jon asked, wondering if she was even the same person.
"Yes, that's right. Or rather, I used to be. I was the idealized companion of the last Santa, a man whose name was Claud, before becoming Santa. It's been so long since I was young and attractive. I can't tell by your appearance, but I'm guessing you're what ... still a teenager maybe?"
"Yeah, that's right."
"So what happened to the previous Santa?" she asked.
"I'm sorry to tell you, but he died," he said.
"Santas always die, eventually."
"You don't seem as broken up about this as I thought you would be," Santa Jon said. "I mean, he was your husband."
"And now you are," she said. She walked up to him, smiling. "Being your idealized companion, I know how best to accommodate your needs. And a nice young man like you, despite how you look right now, is in desperate need for a woman's special touch," she said, putting her arms around him and leaning in for a kiss.
Santa Jon pushed her away, disappointing her. "Wait, stop. This is happening way too fast. I ... I need to stop and think about this." He sat down in an nearby chair. He still couldn't believe that this sexy young woman was Mrs. Claus, but he himself was now Santa, so maybe it shouldn't be all that hard to believe. "Wait, did you say the last Santa's name was Claud? Not Claus?"
"Yes, that's right," she said, sitting down in another chair, crossing her mostly-bare sexy legs. "The last letter of his name was changed to an 's' upon his transformation into Santa. It's one of the rules for being Santa. Don't expect me to explain why. The elves have the Santa rule-book around here somewhere. You also have this name change."
"So, my name isn't Santa Jon?" he asked.
"It's Santa Jos," she said.
"Don't you think that'll be kind of confusing for everyone?" he asked.
"Oh, no. No one in the world remembers the name Santa Claus, except for both of us and the elves, of course. Everyone will only remember you as Santa. Even recordings will show you named as Santa Jos." She paused, then smiled. "Okay, that's more like it."
"Huh?" Santa Jon (or rather Santa Jos now) asked.
"Since you're now Santa, your body is taking on your idealized form. It takes a while after the initial transformation, but it looks like it's finally happening. Claud always wanted to have a grandfatherly look. But you ... you've chosen something a bit more adolescent."
"Well, I am a teenager," he said, looking down at his body. He still had a beard, but it was brown and trimmed short. He was older than his original age, maybe in his early 20's, but other than that and his clothing, he still kind of looked like himself.
"Were a teenager," the young woman (now Mrs. Jos) said. She then got up, walked over to him, and sat in his lap, before giving him a deep kiss. "I'm so happy to be your wife."
