"How's this even possible, dearie?" Jon asked Santa Karyn, cringing when he (or rather she) had uncontrollably added "dearie" to the end of that sentence.
"For a little while now, I think since I started high school, I've been getting this feeling that I could choose someone to be my wife, when in this form. That it would even somehow increase my abilities or something. Now that I've done it, I think I can feel my powers increasing."
"But why did you pick me, dearie?" Jon asked, cringing again. Jon didn't like this body. It was chubby, alien, and old.
"Well, who else would I pick to be my wife?"
"I don't know, maybe an actual woman!" Jon yelled.
She frowned. "I thought you'd be happier about this. I know you have feelings for me. I just made it so that we'll be together forever. Isn't that what you always wanted?"
"Yes, but I didn't want to be an old woman!" Jon yelled.
Santa Karyn sighed. "Fine ..."
