Santa fetish, also known as "Santaphilia", is thought to stem from St Nick's dual role as caregiver and disciplinarian. For many, he is the ultimate "daddy" figure.
Carol fidgeted with the belt of her on her overcoat. While she sat in the passenger seats of her friend Sandy's car. "Sandy I'm really not sure I can do this."
"Carol, look at me. If you tell me right now to drive you back to the dorm, I will. 100 percent, and we'll still be friends after all of this. Honestly. I mean we signed up for some classes together again next semester so it'd be way to fuckin' awkward not to be." She looked over at the younger Carol who was steadfastly making eye contact with the glove box as she rolled and unrolled the belt repeatedly.
"...but"
"But." Sandy continued, "Look all of us girls do something like this. It's important for your sorority sisters to know that you'll step out of your comfort zone for them. I did it, and believe me my big sister was a way bigger bitch about than me."
It was the final week of the semester, and the end of Carol's pledge week. She hadn't even planned on joining a sorority, but she'd met Sandy in a class the first week and the girl had talked and talked before class every day eventually breaking through Carol's shy exterior. A few pledge parties later and meeting the other sisters had convinced Carol that she really was Tri-Delt material. Which was significant because she hadn't felt like she belonged in a group for most of her life.
She'd been a small chubby girl throughout most of highschool, barely five feet tall and with most of her weight in her thighs, tits, and hips. The less creative boys would occasionally moo as she walked by.
Then between her junior and senior year something happened. She grew about four inches and though she still saw the chubby girl when she looked in the mirror everyone else saw a girl blossoming. She'd kept the wide hips, big ass, and E cup breasts, but now her new slimmer waist gave her a perfect hourglass figure which when combined with the soft features of her cherubic face had drawn all sorts of new attention. The new attention probably made her less comfortable than the taunts. Older men were suddenly interested in her, and she'd constantly catch boys staring.
That's what had made the easy friendship with Sandy so appealing. Even when she'd shown her some older pictures from facebook one day Sandy hadn't commented on her figure or said she was prettier now, only gushed over some of her outfits or begged to know where a t-shirt was from.
For the first time Carol felt like somebody saw her right away. The other sisters at Delta Delta Delta were much the same. Sure, pledge week wasn't all fun, sometimes they would yell or call names. But there was always a wink and a smile with it, and the understanding that this was just what you did. Plus most of the sisters felt bad enough afterwards that they would apologize and swear to make it up to them later, and they were pretty good about keeping their word.
All that had led her here, sitting in a car with her new friend with one last thing to do before she became a full member.
"Can you tell me what you did?" Carol already knew the answer because she'd already asked probably a hundred times.
"You know I can't. And if anything that should give you some more confidence to do it. Look, I'm not even supposed to tell you this but tonight when we hold the ceremony officially inducting you we burn all the evidence and swear to secrecy. Talking about it is like the one thing you can do to get you kicked out immediately, and in my three years here nobody has. Every one of your sisters did something like this, me included, because it shows that we're willing to do something we normally wouldn't for our sisters. And it tells you that they're willing to step out for you. That's the bond, that's why we do it. Do you wanna be a part of this?"
"Yes, I do. Ok." Carol let out a big exhale. "God Damn it! OK, let's do this." Carol opened her door and stepped out into the chilly early december air. "Fuck it is cold though, seriously Sandy why."
"Yeah I do not envy you, let's get inside quick. Careful in those heels this pavement is rubbish."
Sandy was wearing Uggs over purple leggings and a tight white sweater over her athletic body. Carol was jealous of her blonde friends' more modest curves, but nearly everyone's curves were more modest than her own. Sandy had a pert bubble butt that she loved to show off with short skirts and sundresses during the summer. On top she had perfectly shaped breasts that were, in Carol's opinion, the absolute perfect proportion to her body.
On their walk through the mall Carol and Sandy certainly attracted their share of stares going through the mall. It was hardly to be unexpected with sandy showing off her ass in her leggings and swinging her hips as she passed by dads or pimply faced teenage boys. She relished the attention and Carol envied her for that in a way. Though Carol drew her fair share of stares. The trenchcoat while covering all of her assets was quite conspicuous, and anybody staring couldn't help but notice the nineteen year old was wearing three inch red heels and matching fishnets.
As they made their way to Fairfield Mall's very own 'North Pole' Carol reflected on the circumstances that had led her there. In a night with just the girls at the sorority all the pledges had been well plied with drinks and they were all laughing and having a good time sharing and getting to know one another. Then somebody had asked who their most embarrassing crush was, the girls had all gone around telling. Some were simple schoolgirl crushes like young Justin Beiber, but others were stranger. One girl swore that she had a thing for Steve Buscemi, something about the eyes she'd said.
When it came to Carol she wasn't sure what to say and had tried to play it off by simply saying that she'd always been into older guys and hoped that would be enough. But the other girls had goaded her until finally she blurted out "I guess I've always had a thing for Santa." They'd loved that and even another girl said that she thought Billy Bob Thornton was kinda hot in Bad Santa, in a sleazy kinda way. They moved on after that and Carol had thought that was the end of it, but then she found herself here standing in line at a mall for a photo with Santa.
"Ok, when it's our turn I'll go up first to get Santa all warmed up for you." said Sandy.
"Wait, what?"
