Santa & Mrs. Claus

"Where's my phone?" I gave the quintessential 21st-century question. In any other era the first question would be, "Where am I?" or "Who are you?" But instead, for this generation, its "Where's my phone?" "It got broken in the crash," the old lady explained.
"Where are my clothes?" I asked.
"They were covered in snow and cold and frozen, so we are thawing them out and washing them." She answered. "You're lucky an elf was chasing an escaped reindeer and found you or you'd be dead by now, dear."
"Elf?" I asked dumbfounded. "Reindeer?"
"Why yes, dear, you're at Santa's village." And with that the old lady opened the curtains showing a small village of wooden cabins covered in snow, Christmas decorations and lights, and reindeer and what looked like every storybook version of elves running around. "I'm Mrs. Claus," she announced. "Santa is my husband."

Any other person would have been shocked by this revelation but since I already met Santa Claus and knew he is actually real, I wasn't that surprised.
"Is there a phone?"
"I'm sorry, dear," Mrs. Claus explained, "being at the North Pole we have no way to communicate with the outside world. Only Santa sees people and places outside the village when he works on Christmas Eve bringing kids their presents."
"How will I get home?"
"Santa will explain that." she was sitting sideways on the bed looking at me as she said this. I still had the covers lifted up over my chest to hide my shaved-smooth ladyboy body from her. "No need to be shy, dear," she told me, "after all I was the one who undressed you and put you into this bed." After hearing that, I reluctantly dropped the covers exposing my bare chest. "Santa explained all about you to me," she said, "I know you are a very effeminate boy." That was her very mild way of saying I was gay or bisexual, that I like being in women's clothing and be treated just like a girl. "I also know you like girls, too." I don't know why she would say that, but as she did her voice got softer and more sensual, and she leaned close to me. So close I could see down her blouse and at the crack between her big, round boobs.