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MOLLY'S EARLY REVELATION Part One We all look for those influences that shape our gender expression. But with all girls who have evolved, there is that early recognition of having that "femme" spirit of mind and expression that manifests early in life. Is it that inner mixing of XX vs. XY chromosome issue? Is it domineering women we have had in life?-more of an environmental influence or is simply a feminine being, packaged wrongly for what ever reason? As I sat at the vanity looking at a decidedly feminine reflection, I have always thought that I was destined to be feminine in expression, even from an early age. The now thin arched eyebrows shouting back at me, the step had been taken and there would be no turning back combined with the feminization that had occurred with support from others close. I was now and forever Molly. But how was it all to come about?? A little history and hopefully some greater understanding of the journey I began and will now complete. Yes there were the early years of an older sister dressing me up as her little sister, a mother who was indifferent to what was going on, a father who was distant due to constant travel, who thought I was nothing but a sissy and could care less, to female friends in teen years who recognized my turmoil. A cosmic coming together as you may say that let me be Molly. THE BEGINNING At 16 I had taken to wearing bras and panties of my sister and eventually my own purchases, on a regular basis, even to school. Sis being away at college afforded an ample reservoir of clothes, lingerie etc to use and express. She had caught me on other occasions and thought it was cute. Knowing that it would have brought my fathers' rage and yet a concern, more gentle reaction from my mother, my sister never let on to others. I was always respectful of her things, having them dry cleaned and hand washing the lingerie with VS scented washing solution to maintain that sweet fragrance that lingerie should have. It was one of those days at school that the further evolvement of Molly occurred. I attended a Catholic High School in Connecticut. It was co-ed and filled with others who I had gone to lower school with, for years. By high school, I believe all the taunting had ceased from the early years, because they just got tired of teasing a small framed "boy" who wore his hair long, had glowing skin from moisturizing and other facial attention and the acceptance that in the bigger fishbowl of high school there were others like me. So I was not that unusual. Sissy?? Easily someone could place that label on me. But with the influence of TV, the internet, newspapers and other growing sources of information, there was a growing tolerance of things/people out of the normal mold. They now just labeled me as "whatever" allowing me to take further steps of confidence. Wearing lingerie to school was one of those steps. It just felt RIGHT to do. Baggy clothes in those days helped to hide tell-tale signs of bra straps, panty lines etc. It became second nature that spring semester of Jr. year of HS. Not a wall flower, nor a popular person, I had made friends with lots of girls. The identity with them as more friends than someone I envisioned as a "target" in the male sense. By then I was embracing all that was feminine. Long hair, small framed, interests in all things female embraced my life, in and out of school. It was one of those days with one of those friends that my life took a new turn for the better. I entered the school as I normally did and went to my locker before first period. Absent mindedly I saw Becky approach me with that air of glee, that for some was too gleeful for that early in the day. "Michael!!!!" "Wait- I need to tell you something." Gathering my books for class I locked on Becky's stylish attire and perfect attention to detail that she always displayed. We had been friends in younger years. It continued with joining here in HS activities such as Drama Club, Choir etc. "Honey- I have to thank you for all that help with Algebra last week- I got a B in the test and I owe it all to you." Becky advanced to hug me thanking me for the tutoring. I was open to the "feminine" displays of affection/thanks over the years so it was not unusual to hug her back in the school corridor. As we were hugging I congratulated her for her own effort. As she rubbed my back while hugging she then took a quick step backward. "Michael!!!! What is that??" Responding in kind of a daydream I said "what do you mean Becky?" "Michael, I know you are... you are... and we love you but... what is that I just felt??" Not thinking still, I asked "What??" Then it dawned on me. Oh my! She felt the band of my bra while we hugged. What was I to do now? Time standing still for the moment as I searched for the words I thought I would say all these years if someone found out. Be honest? Make up a story? Deny?... A blank stare. For what seemed like an eternity but lasting a mere moment the automatic response seemed easy. "Becky... I uh... well you know... I uh... " growing redder by the moment until Becky moved forward as if to whisper... "Michael... we have been friends... If I think what I am thinking let's talk at lunch." With an immediate way out and need to rush to class I said "Sure... I need to talk and lunch would be fine." We both parted with knowing glances as Becky moved toward the opposite end of the hallway. Knowing glances that seemed to signal "OK... Don't worry" based on a long secure friendship over the years. Sitting in History class and then every other class until lunch, I pondered what to say, how to say it and just reconciling with my self that I just had to open up. Thank god it was a friend who would find out my issues, my desires etc. Every class I became so self conscious whether the bra I as wearing was someone revealing itself with every movement of my shirt. Nothing was absorbed during those classes as I went through a mental process of "outing" myself to a close friend. Lunch ? never one to sit with any "in" crowd, it was easy to find a table toward the outer edges of yakking Jrs. & Srs. in the lunchroom. Lost in my continued thoughts, I was startled as Becky arrived and tapped me on the shoulder, then lowering her hand to my back to again rub the area of my bra. "I knew it Michael!!" "When I hugged you, I knew I felt a bra". Not denying I just looked back with eyes that yelled- please, please, please understand. "Michael are you wearing a bra and if so... why, when, tell me everything!!" The words to me sounding as if she was on a microphone blurting my secret with all eyes now directed to me. However, she was asking in a muted whisper, confirming my trust in her. "Becky... yes... do you think I am weird?" "Michael I don't know what to think and have been trying to think of what to say all morning." "But NO, you are not weird... how could I have such a good friend who is WEIRD?" Her words eased the moment except when she raised her tone with the word WEIRD. Now eyes were looking toward me, but they left after a second or two. "Yes, I have been wearing lingerie for some time" I said. "What prompted this little escapade my darling?" as Becky now held my hand looking for answers. " I... I... well... " again the words I had planned so long to say escaping as I checked, doubled checked my senses to determine if Becky was now the confidant I prayed for or one who would laugh, ridicule and blab to the world. Dumb of me to question her motives given the years we had been friends. "Becky... I just feel comfortable wearing a bra... and I also wear panties everyday." There---I said it?now waiting for the other shoe to drop as Becky's eyebrow arched as if trying to take it all in. "Well Michael... I guess we have to talk more." "How about coming over to my house and lets have a chat." No hesitancy here as I agreed to meet her later, as she was on an off-schedule that day and got out of school one period earlier than me. The rest of the day was a blur as I felt a mini burden off my chest, having now confided in part to Becky. Becky greeted me at the door with a sly look saying "Come on in "girlfriend" and let's talk". Entering her room was a dream as it reflected everything feminine from the d?cor to the neatness of accessories that abounded. Patting a spot on her canopied bed she said "let's get to it" "Tell me everything" Over the next 45 minutes I stammered out a history of attraction to all things feminine that had entered my life until then. It was as if Becky was making a mental note of every detail. After ending and holding my head low waiting for a reaction, Becky grabbed both my hands, shaking them and saying "God it is so nice to have an honest person in my life!!" "You mean you don't think I am a freak?" I mumbled "Michael... I thought our friendship went deep enough for you to answer that for yourself" A second later it was as if my secret were absurd as I failed to appreciate her position as a friend. I had no real male friends other than mere acquaintances. Over the years my association was with friends like Becky and a few other girls in my class who somehow I perceived as ones who might accept my issues. "Well... can I see what kind of style my 'girlfriend" has with her lingerie?" It was the kind of question that was joking, to break the ice, but words I embraced... 'girlfriend'... 'her'-- as I sheepishly pulled that shirt tail out of my jeans to begin to unbutton my shirt. Slowly each button revealed the lace and satin cups of my bra as the shirt finally was fully open. "Nice... whose drawer did you pull that one from? Your sister?" "No" I said, "Actually... it is one of many that I have bought." "Well... you have taste and style my dear as not many 'girls' our age go out and buy Wacoal bras like that one" "I know" I said, "I love the fit and style and they do good workmanship" Did those words just come out of my mouth?? Was I just comparing styles of lingerie with Becky?? It seemed easy. "Is this just a passing thing of yours Michael? We have all read about issues of transgenderism in our Health classes at school, Are you TG? Are you just one of those who likes to dress now and then?"... question after question being fielded from Becky as I finally revealed to her that it was more a 'lifestyle' that I dreamed of rather than some on again off again dressing in the closet. "You have taken some bold steps by wearing a bra and panties to school" she said. "How long has that been going on?" "I have been wearing panties since freshman year except those days when I have gym" as we giggled at that scenario of me displaying lacy panties in the boy's lockeroom. "It was only this year that I dared myself to wear a bra everyday... again it just seemed so natural for me." "Michael... don't take this wrong... but I think I have always thought of you as a 'soft/sissy' type ever since we became friends." "It would be really nice to have a new 'girlfriend' in my life. We have shared lots over the years. Maybe now we can share even more" Boy did I let those words sink in as I just smiled and blushed. "Now that I take a CLOSE look at you Michael, you do have some potential" she laughed. "I mean... " Laughing with her "I know you are kidding but it would be nice to take new steps that I have always harbored... new steps toward... being more Molly" "Molly... is that the name you use" "Yes" I said in an almost higher pitched tone... "it is the name of an aunt of mine who I admire and let me dress up when younger. She was very open to my little expressions when younger and looking back was one who gave me little words of encouragement to 'be who you want to be' "Then Molly it is!!!" Becky beamed. "Now... how far has Molly evolved?" again question after question from Becky not being able to get a full response in. Then out of the blue, "Does Molly want to get dressed?" "Should we see how Molly looks?" Taken aback I could only say "someday that would be nice" "No time like the present Molly... I do love that name" Becky continued. "How about a time to dress up and see Molly's potential?" "I would love to play with your hair and see what style we could achieve!" It was almost as if I was now under some spell as I replied "yes" to every suggestion that we do some type of makeover to reveal Molly. We planned a session, given the upcoming Easter/spring vacation from school. Becky's parents were to take a vacation leaving Becky home as Becky had little desire to travel. Becky's parents were more absent parents like my own, not mean, just those with a desire to be rid of kids now and then and be on their own, given we were of age to take care of ourselves. My parents would also be gone with my sister back from college to "watch" over me. So it was set in stone that next week we would have Molly revealed. All that week Becky would meet me at school and rub my back and wink knowing that I was wearing a bra and it was her little secret. Her little secret soon to found out by others. Spring break and 10 days of leisure. True to my word I showed up at Becky's house that Friday night with bra/panties on under loose jogging pants and top. My hair having been below the shoulders for years was tied in a modified ponytail with a simple scrunchie under my tennis hat. Plain faced and ready for the magic that would be that night. Arriving at Becky's she immediately ran toward me and dragged me to her car. "Molly... let's start off with a treat from me." "Where are we going?" "I am not exactly dressed to go anywhere" I said "We're just going to the mall" "Molly needs her ears piercing". The words falling on me causing random quick thoughts of all at school seeing me with studs in my ears and confirming their older thoughts of me as a sissy and renewing the taunts. "What are you worried about?" "Lots of guys wear studs in their ears at HS even those crummy football types" Becky said sensing my worry. The event was a non-event I guess. The girl at the earring both did look a little puzzled, probably sorting out for herself if her victim was a boy or a girl... I had forgotten about my little ponytail!!!! Yet these were no plain studs... Becky had them place nice sparkling diamond like studs with little hoops above. I had not one piercing in each ear but TWO in each ear. Becky now insisted that we SHOP!!!! My only other shopping experience had been to buy my stash of bras/panties... not at the local mall but one farther away. It had become easy and comfortable over time buying my own lingerie, not caring if the salesgirl had any concern. Most of my spare money was now going toward these little purchases. I had to use cash as I am sure if I used the family credit card there would be SOME questions!!! This shopping venture was for a few items... pantyhose/basic makeup/ a small purse and SHOES!!! The local shoe store was manned by an older women who again looked at me oddly as Becky took command ordering up a pair of low healed wedgies and a pair of 2" open toe strappy heels. Size 9. Nothing costly... just one of those discount stores. Piling back into Becky's car we headed toward her house. "Molly... you are wearing a bra and panties I assume?" "Of course" as I giggled. Becky then stated "I thought we night have some problems with clothes as you are probably one ? to ?two sizes bigger than me, so... don't hate me... I invited Amy over" "She is bringing some of her things which will fit" Now I really thought the world was crashing in. Amy now knew!! Though Amy was also a cool friend I felt a little betrayed. "Don't worry Molly... Amy knows now and thinks it is OK... you know how liberal she is... she SWEARS she will tell no one!!" Again I had to let trust take its course. Up in Becky's room Amy had already arrived. She had bags of clothes and some on hangers. Both of them looked at me and almost together said, "Molly... BATH... get those legs nice and smooth along with arms/underarms etc." Well... I would not use up the usefulness of the razor as I had little body hair to begin with but after a nice scented bath and shaved areas, my body took on a whole new feeling. Smooth from the moisturizer Becky provided, I emerged... towel around my chest .wearing my panties/bra and hair wet as instructed Amy explained that she was MUM to all that was told her and what would occur this evening... and... as she said, maybe other evenings to come. Becky gave me a nice silk robe to wear as they both sat me down at the vanity in Becky's room. They both examined me as if inspecting a wrecked car, making little comments about what and how to do things. "MMMMM" said Becky "what do you think Amy?" Amy stated "We have to work on her hair first" and without further comment started to brush out my hair, parting it as she went with clips. "I understand that we have 10 days to play with, all our parents are gone" Are you staying here at Becky's... Molly... ??? I had not even thought about that issue. Was I just to play Molly that night, would it be day to day, how would I get home... would I be seen?? Without a step missed, Becky interrupted "Of course Molly is staying here with us Amy!!!" We have soooo much to do together!!" Amy then began to treat my hair with conditioners combing it in and rubbing my entire scalp to treat my overlooked locks. After sometime she then began to roll my hair until my head was a sea of rollers. Sitting there in bra and panties with my hair as it was, I definitely looked back at a feminine persona. As little as I was in the package area, I then notice to my horror a growing bulge. Yikes!! What was I to do? However, Becky saw the growing problem also... and seized the moment... not THAT type of seizure... but quickly disappeared and reappeared with an all day pad. "Here honey... looks like you are having a problem" "I think if you put that thingie between your legs and put this pad in your panties it should help to hide." Whether by embarrassment or other incentive, the little problem began to shrink. I went into the bathroom and experimented with positioning of that thingie. I then placed the pad in my panties carefully positioning it with the tape securing it down. I now looked in the mirror and saw a very smooth area. Returning, Amy handed me a light blue slip, so feminine and lacy, to wear. With my shaved body it sent shivers over me with the feel of overall lace/satin of this garment. Amy then stated " You are right Becky... this won't do" Amy then instructed me to lower the slip and lower my bra straps and the bra was pulled down. Amy then produced two mounds of flesh that wiggled in her hands. She placed them on the floor and sprayed them with what she described as an adhesive that could be easily removed. She explained that they were an aunt's breast forms that had been left at her house over the years. After the chit chat of a few moments, Amy took one of the forms and approached. She placed the form on my chest and leaned into me for two minutes securing the form to my chest. I marveled at the weight and feel of this new appendage. She repeated the process for the left breast and magic ran through my body. I then pulled up my bra and felt the total weight supported by the cups and caressed my new boobs. The girls could see me and giggled saying "Molly likes her new boobs!! Wonder what she would do with implants!!!"" Sitting at the vanity Becky and Amy then began their learned craftsmanship as teenage girls applying various forms of makeup. Becky explained each step so that I would have an understanding and be able to perform the task myself for those "other" times that Molly would be around. The foundation was light yet effective in smoothing out the texture of my skin. Having been attentive to my own facial upkeep, I presented with smooth skin already with none of the usual teenage zits. Becky then said she wanted to 'seal' the foundation and lightly applied powder, lighter in tone than the foundation. I looked at the new canvas in the mirror and saw an emerging Molly. Amy then explained the tortuous task of applying layer after layer of mascara bringing out my eyes even more. Then it was eyeliner and playing around with shades of eye shadows to get the right look. Pouting my lips they then filled in the areas of the lipliner with a similar shade of lipstick, carefully coating each lip with a lip brush. With little time to experiment, they then cleaned up my nails and shaped them applying contrasting coats of polish. The look seemed to extend the length of my fingers and narrow my hand. Waiting for my nails to dry they then returned to my hair, unraveling each roller till I had a head full of large curls. They then began to brush, trim, position, clip and create a very feminine off the shoulder style that surrounds my painted face. All this time I had been faced away from the mirror. With styling wand in hand and bobby pins in her mouth, Becky stated... "are you ready?" and with that spun me around to the mirror. My painted lips parted in disbelief at the image before me. Not the raving beauty queen but definitely a girl who looked older that my 16 yrs. My eyes started to well up. Amy saw this and said "Whoa babe... stop that now... don't ruin that mascara I pained to apply!!" I then began to giggle as I rose and admired myself in the mirror. Becky was right next to me saying... "Let's go girl... get these pantyhose on... we have things to do" I embraced Amy and Becky and thanked them over and over. They themselves started to cry. Positioning the pantyhose Amy then handed me a simple belted sheath dress to put on. Stepping in, pulling it over my shoulders and then Amy zipping me up. I again almost let out a bucket of tears. Becky then suggested that I wear the strappy sandals. Outfit complete I did my best twirl with hands extended in a feminine way and jokingly said... "Are our dates ready??" Well... Becky then informed me that though we would not have dates... we were going out!!!! YIKES DOUBLE YIKES!!! But a calm came over me as I again looked in the mirror and saw no traces of Michael and only the new Molly. Becky behind me with her hands on my shoulder whispered... "Molly is ready for the world" then kissed me on the neck and said "move over gal... we have to get ready too!!" The three of us were now appropriately attired to cruise the city like all teenage girls on a Friday night. We had cruised the usual hotspots where everyone hangs out, stopping for chat here and there. At all times, Becky and Amy treated me as their girlfriend. I was oblivious to any thought of being read as a sissy boy in a dress. It was so easy to assume the role of Molly actually becoming Molly that evening. Bolder and bolder moves as we cruised the mall itself... actually stopping to talk to guys and gals from school with no hint that they looked at me as anyone other than Becky & Amy's friend Molly. As we widow shopped that evening in the mall Becky made little comments on how we would all be coming back tomorrow to shop when the stores were open. Little did I know that there was to be more than just shopping. Back at Becky's house we all settled in. Becky loaned me a cute nightie to wear as we decided on an impromptu slumber party. Becky pinned my hair up to preserve the shape and gave me moisturizers to apply after removing my makeup. We three then sat around and just gossiped about general things with Becky and Amy forgetting that Michael had ever existed... at least they never even mentioned my prior persona... chatting with Molly as if one of their own for many years. With the TV on we all just fell asleep in the den on the couches. Waking the next morning I rewound the prior day's events in my mind and just smiled. Becky and Amy were rousing slowly as I sought out a toothbrush and mouth wash to make myself presentable. "Morning Molly... " Becky stated with that same devilish grin that she beamed at me the prior evening. "Did you have fun last night Molly??" "New day... new adventures... let's get ready to have more fun" stated Becky as she threw a pillow at Amy to wake her. "You shower first Molly and then wait for me in my room" Becky stated as I headed off to the guest bedroom/bath next to her room. Stripping the nightie, panties and bra I stood there admiring the still in-place boobs. The adhesive had held the forms secure. They jiggled in my hand as I played with them, fantasizing having real ones. Stepping out of my completed shower I again rubbed on moisturizer to my legs/arms/hands. Self conscious I put on my panties and wrapped the towel around my chest like any other girl and headed to Becky's room. Beck and Amy had completed their showers and were busily laying out clothes on the bed. Seeing me, Becky stated "come on girl... get a move on and let's get you ready." With that she threw a fresh pair of panties and bra toward me again winking as she handed a new all day pad to insert in my panties. I retreated to her bathroom and donned the fresh panties and bra. I again did my little practiced tuck and placed the pad in me panties. Voila!!!! Another smooth image in my panties as I walked into Becky's room with just panties and bra on as if I had done it a million times before. "Today let's just go causal... here Molly... a nice denim skirt and cute top for you." As Becky handed me my attire for the day. She also gave me some cute anklet socks to wear and produced a pair of her mother's tennis shoes that amazingly fit quite well. The cute top was sleeveless and had a slight ribbed shell look. Back to the vanity as Amy and Becky again did their magic. Light makeup for the day and hair poofed in an appropriate manner given the body/wave still present. Necklaces, bracelets for ankle and wrist and checking on the studs in my newly pierced ears I was again ready. Looking in the mirror I again saw an image that I has always longed for and was now given. Cute figure for a 16 yr old with perky almost B cup boobs. Always slight in frame, my 5'7" body now just screamed feminine. I was now living my dream. Into the car and out for a light brunch before embarking on the days activities. First stop was again the mall. Every teenage girl's must "to go" place for shopping and hanging out. Beck took me first off to a nail salon. Checking in at the desk I then realized that Becky's appointment was not the only one for our group that morning. Laughingly, I sat down in the chair as the lady did her usual "hello dear" "what do we want today" sales rap as Becky yelled over from the station next to me "Oh... she needs acrylics... French tip rounded... pink base." The usual chit chat then ensued as the lady transformed my ragged fingernails into a beautiful set of acrylics. The magic having finally dried the lady told me to set an appointment two weeks from now to come in and see if I needed fills for them. As if it was natural for me I said "OK... do you have any openings sat. two weeks from now?" I couldn't believe I said that, as I just assumed that I would be returning, assuming that Molly would be forever, forgetting that 9 days from now I would have to go back to a drab shell of a Michael... a form I now had no identity to. Becky, seeing me in a daze as I thought of the return 9 days from now, grabbed me by the arm and directed me to another section of the salon. Plunked down in yet another chair, an apron was then draped over me as a second lady listened to the Becky take charge. Mary then turned to me and stated... "Well honey if we are to do your hair I would recommend that you change out of that top/skirt so we don't get solution on them." "Just go to the back and put on a robe and come on back." Oh My God!!! Here I was returning now with just a thin robe on with just my panties/bra on underneath. Now deep in this sanctum of femininity, a salon, I awaited the next task planned by Becky. After smelly solutions, pieces of tin placed in my hair, and Mary painting my hair here and there I was about to emerge from under the dryer. All the while reading up on all things in fashion/gossip etc from the magazines I could get my hands on. Back to the chair as Mary's talents now revealed my hair abounding in highlights - all through my head of once mousy brown hair. "Molly... you look great" beamed Becky as my hair had a final brush through. She was right, I now took on a whole new appearance with this new look. I marveled and at the same time freaked in my own head "how am I going to be able to go to school looking like this!!!!!!!!" Becky again sensed something was wrong, grabbed my manicured hand and whispered "Hold on girl... this will all be OK... just trust me." What was I to do? It was not as if these highlights could just be washed out. Becky paid for everything as I just got dressed and took one more gander in the mirror before leaving the salon. I could not help but constantly look at my hands, holding them out in such a feminine manner. The hair, the nails the now complete look of Molly. I just wished then and there that I had 9 years much less 9 days to enjoy all this. Becky then directed me to a discount store to get me my own purse and matching wallet. She then transferred a compact and lipstick to the purse while transferring the contents of my old wallet that I had completely forgotten about. The day had turned a little chilly from the prior unusual warm spring day in Connecticut, so I asked to go buy a sweater. A cute little sweater that almost matched the top I was wearing. Then it was off to the cosmetic counter as Becky said "Molly... I love you like a sister... but you need your OWN cosmetics" as we all laughed. That afternoon was again a blur of all things feminine as the counter girl matched my skin tone for proper foundation, suggested pallets of eye shadows, filled my bag with mascara tubes, eyeliners, brow pencils, makeup brushes, compact powders... making her day a happy one with the sale and mine knowing that these were all mine. The girl gave great tips on shadings all the while plucking my eyebrows to clean them up as she applied some of my purchases. The application was not your everyday look, but again not too over done, as one would do for the evening. I again went from a day to day teenager look to an older girl look with the expertise of this sales woman. Little shopping bags in hand we then all left for Becky's house. Sitting around in Becky's den we just chatted and watched movies for the rest of the day. Dozing off on the couch I was then awakened by Becky's gentle tap. "Let's get up sleepy head... I think we have plans for tonight". The word 'tonight" rang in my head as I roused from me nap. "What do you mean tonight Becky?" I asked Becky stated "we can't just sit around... there is that party over at Kevin's house tonight... the usual of boys standing around drinking too much beer and we girls just moving from room to room taking it all in." "You've got to be kidding" I said in a raised voice, surprisingly feminine in tone, "I can't go there... what if someone recognizes me!!!" "Recognized you?" Becky stated, "Heck your own mother wouldn't recognize you now" and after some moment I thought... no she wouldn't. "But it is still a risk... what if we get separated... what if... what if... " I continued to counter. "No worry Molly" Becky sounded, "I PROMISE I won't leave you to those wolves." "Besides... you would have no problem as you do look like a BABE now... but... I can see your point" Reluctantly I agreed, after going every possible scenario. But what to wear? Boy did that so sound femme in my mind as I listened to myself. Back to Becky's room as Amy drove away to get some more clothes that might fit me for the evening. The luxury of a bubble bath as I awaited Amy's return was such a pleasure. Soaking and admiring my legs, nails etc I was interrupted by Amy as she had returned and told me to hurry as she wanted a bath also. I quickly dried off and again put on panties/bra and donned a robe of Becky's and went to her room. I surveyed the mass of clothes that Amy had brought, looking at skimpy mini dresses to skirts, to pants outfits etc. I wasn't easy as I would have loved to wear it all. This was to be the typical teenage keg party, so need to get that dolled up. I also did not want anything flashy to draw attention to me either. So... a nice simple gray pleated skirt with a lacy camisole top was the decision. Pantyhose were my bow to vanity as I thought I did have some great legs to show off. Oh what a tease - I thought to myself as I pulled on the strappy heels. More shoes would be part of the next shopping foray as I new I couldn't get away with just two pair!! More shoes for... Oh my god!! There I go again... it was as if I was looking to complete an ongoing wardrobe, as if this little charade could continue forever. A spritz of perfume here and there and we were all ready to go be the best teases we could be. Arriving at Kevin's house we again went over our plan... 1) no separation 2) no alcohol 3) we all leave at the same time... Exit the car and then enter the party. By the time we arrived the party was in full swing. Kevin's parents were out of town and as usual, the one with the parents away was always the one to throw the party. The parties usually went till midnight when finally neighbors would complain. The idea was to get out of there before that time... before police show up to break up the party. The three of us made our way to the outside rear patio, where most of the kids were located. Being from a Catholic high school, these parties were a way to free ourselves from those restrictive rules we encountered every day The first awkward moment was when some of the girls from my class confronted us to say hello... the introductions had not been thought of, up to that point... so Becky just said I was a friend from the local public school. The girls gave the usual "inspection" of the three of us as all girls do. They were pleasant and had no indication that I was other than Becky's friend from another school. Not that they knew of me at all in ANY form at school. These were girls that I would never have even dreamed of walking up to and speaking at school. But here I was chatting with them about all things "gossipy" as if it were natural. The usual parade of boys passed and chatted with them all going off and dong the usual gross boy things that I knew of as Michael but never really participated in myself. This role as Molly felt the natural role to be in... now... and I wished oh wished could be forever... as a shriek from one of the girls brought me out of my daydreaming. She had been doused with a beer... now we knew it was time to leave as things were winding up to the usual neighbor complaints. It had all been a blur even though we had been here for over 2 hours. As the three of decided to leave, we made our way to the front of the house... the usual 45 minute goodbyes as we progressed. A pinch here, a boob grab there as we made it through the mob to the front door. The safety of Becky's car a last... Another night at Becky's... this night however was to be a different one... more revelations to Becky and Amy about what Molly wanted. In our PJs I began to download all that I had harbored over the years. I told Becky that her little support these past 2 days brought about a flood of wants, needs, desires... to be who I felt I was... to be Molly. Hey hugged me at times and wiped my tears as I revealed my inner soul... one that for as long as I could remember was one of feminine mind and spirit. Outside of these two friend, how could I convey these needs to family, friends and others... I became sad crying even more... till Beck held me and said "There there Molly... you know that we have loved you as a friend even as Michael (giggling now trying now trying to make me laugh) and that will always be... but if Molly is what you need, then we will be here to help Molly" This time tears of joy and happiness knowing that these two girls truly were friends. Sleeping soundly, my dreams were of Molly and a life only as Molly. Thoughts of total transition enveloped my dreams that evening leaving me with a want... a need the next morning to continue as Molly with no reservations. Was this just a natural path for me?? Was this just acting out what my girl friends wanted of me?? No it was real inside of me to BE Molly. If only I could pull it off forever. But then again I still had 8 more days. Another pillow to the head from Amy brought me out of my reverie and the realization that another day faced me as Molly with my friends. I told them that I had to check in with my sister at home so as not to raise concerns. I called my sister who after 10 minutes of haranguing, insisted I get home to check in and do some chores or my parents would be called. Quandary... femmed to the nines, nails painted, hair highlighted... how was I to go home and face the music. One way or the other I would be in trouble. The question now was whose trouble would be least effective on me right now. Pissed off parents or my sister just being bitchy to me. As I dialed the home number, hundreds of excuses, statements, stories went through my head as the phone rang before my sister picked up. "Hey Beth Ann... I will be home in a bit." Now biting my lip as I was about to explain further. "But... I have something to tell you before I get there... I... uh... I need to explain... " "What is it Michael... I am busy and you better get here soon. I am not going to clean this house by myself!!!" Silence for a few seconds as I then stated" Beth Ann... I don't want to shock you... not that I think it would be a shock... but... when you see me I hope you will understand... " She cut me off "What are you babbling about... get home" "I will right away... but remember those years back when... well... you remember those times we used to play act and you would make me play your little sister??" "Of course I remember!" she said "and how such a sissy you were and really got into the role... at times I wish I had a little sister, but all I have is a lazy brother!" "Well" I said, "You may be little surprised with me when I get there... Becky and Amy have been kind of... well... they have... been having a little fun... and... " Choking back I then just said " well you will see when I get there... don't be mad... don't be judgmental... just be my sister will you??" and with that I hung up the phone and contemplated my fate. I explained what I had done to Becky and Amy and they insisted they go with me to my house. Support I reckon I really needed right now. The drive was a short one and arriving at the house I wedged myself from Becky's back seat to face the music. Here I was dressed as femme as can be in a simple denim skirt I had worn the day before, cotton polo shirt of Amy's which amply displayed my bra encased B size boobs still glued to my chest. Hair coifed as best one can do early in the morning radiating the highlights, makeup lightly applied for daywear. At first I walked behind Beck and May as we approached the door, but then summoned courage to just say "Screw it" to my self and then took the lead as I entered the front door. I could hear Beth Ann in the family room running a vacuum. She turned hearing the door open and just said "Hi Becky & Amy, where's that lazy brother of mine?" Boldly I stepped forward and just said "Right here Sis". Well... there was no sound buy the idling vacuum as Beth Ann's jaw seemed to drop a mile. Stammering, she advanced toward us and circled me as if examining some museum piece in disbelief. She then moved back and plopped into the sofa with the simple statement... "what in the F___ have we here!!!!" Becky and Amy then hit Beth Ann with a million statements, explanations etc. until Beth Ann just put her hand up and silenced them both. "Is this what you were trying to explain when we just spoke... is this your reason for bringing up our 'play act" time when younger?" "Well, my bro... or should I say SISTER, time to explain further." The next hour or so with me downloading my wants, fears and desires ? interspersed with Beck and Ay giving verbal support, Beth Ann walked the room and made a simple statement... "so, is this something that you want me to accept?" "Is this something you want me to understand... exactly what do you want for YOURSELF?" "I know you have always been viewed as some 'sissy' over the years, so I am not surprised nor do I condemn what you have chosen here." "It is however, something you will have to face with a much tougher audience that me... Your mother and father" "Mom I think I know how will react... but your Dad... no way" "But then again he is never here with his travels and has never really been a Dad to either of us so I personally could give a damn what he thinks." "What do I call you? Does this mean you will be raiding my closet again? What's with the hair?" It was now a comfort level speaking with Beth Ann and I could see a sigh of relief from both Becky and Amy as Beth Ann approached me and hugged her new sister. Beth Ann suggested we all pitch in and clean the house as get in done in record time as Beth Ann still had a million questions and suggested we all go out for lunch. The house clean we all decided to pile in the car and head out for lunch. Beth Ann kept peppering me with question after question as we reached a nice Italian restaurant in the Mall. As we walked toward the restaurant, a group of friends of Beth Ann approached to say hello. Introductions were exchanged with Beth Ann just calling me her cousin without skipping a beat. None of her friends knew of me so the cousin label was accepted. As we entered Beth Ann whispered... " I want to call you sister... " (Giggle) With me whispering back... "Why not!!" Following lunch we all roamed the Mall. Beth Ann then broke out the family credit card and said "We need to do a little shopping for Molly!!" "I don't want you in my things so let's get you some bras/panties/camisoles/slips... " I was in a daze as we bought bra after bra and my own ample supply of panties and other lingerie. The parents would have no problem as the purchases were under Beth Ann's number and not mine. Bags full of new lingerie we returned to the house to allow me to put these delicates away in MY room. Becky and Amy then left and said they would bring some of Amy's clothes over for me to store. With Beth Ann accepting, I now entered a whole new chapter. With the girls gone Beth Ann then sat me down for another sis to sis chat. "Is this something you have thought about for some time Molly?" I answered that I had always had these feminine sides to me and longed to express them further. I relayed the chance discovery by Becky and Beth Ann roared with laughter. Beth Ann with just her freshman college psych course under her belt did her instant analysis and stated that I was looking to get caught. She also suggested I seek out therapy/counseling to resolve these inner conflicts. The rest of the day was bliss and sis and I just chatted, relaxed and watched TV as two sisters. She later asked if I had any plans for the evening. None on m schedule she suggested we go out. I begged her to let Becky and Amy go with us as I "owed" them for their help. She agreed. But... "I have to see how you are dressed Molly... I mean strip down and let me see my sister in her undies." I giggled and did not take her serious until see got that serious face of hers. I said I would go change into a robe if I could borrow hers. Returning in just panties/bra and robe she examined me closely. She noticed the smooth panty front and I explained the use of the panty liner. She had to get her little joke in about the smallness of my 'tool' and said I looked more girl in that area than boy. She was amazed at my purchases of bras/panties in the past and complimented me on the quality of my lingerie collection. She just had to touch my boobs... boobs that were now a part of me and I gave no second thought as not a part of me... remembering I did not have the solvent to remove them. "Do you want real boobs Molly" she joked... then not in a joking tone said" you know with the right approach you could take hormones to get real boobs... you are young enough to make the change and have a good result with the right hormones." This was my sister talking?? She explained it had been part of a course in her major as a Psych major on the issue of transgenderism and how "girls" go about changes. I just responded that it would be nice to have my own boobs. She continued with more date/info than I wanted to hear... but it sounded as if it was her way of further acceptance of my issues by using her own analysis as a means. Sis then helped me practice with application/use of makeup as we had the afternoon to ourselves. She explained her own expertise in use of shadings etc of eye colors as we tested different looks. Just like a couple of sisters playing dress up she went form and every day teen look to an sophisticated mature look with heavier application as if we were going out on the town for the evening. With each hour my sister got more and more into bringing out every ounce of femininity in me. By the late afternoon I was exhausted. After a short nap sis woke me and told to get my bath. She provided me with come of her scented bath oils as I soaked and razored my already smooth legs. Emerging from the tub I wrapped the towel around me after donning a new pair of lacy/satin panties. Sis told be to just put on a bra/panties and slip and wait for her to help with my hair and makeup. I pulled out a bra from MY drawer and stared at this lacy piece of feminine garment before I affixed the clasp around the front of me, rotated the band, inserted my arms into the straps as I wrapped my boobs with the lace of the cups. It felt so natural as a caresses my boobs in my hands. I then reached for a matching colored chemise from the drawer and let it slip over my body into place. Next I rolled a pair of pantyhose as I had practiced so many times in the past and felt the smoothness as they drew up my legs and the panty portion surrounded my lacy panties. I sat at Beth Ann's vanity plucking stray eyebrow hairs as I waited for her to emerge from her own bath. She entered and admired my selection of lingerie as to color and style. She just muttered under her breath... " so natural" Beth Ann then helped be with a nice evening look, using the cosmetics I had purchased earlier. "Nice selection sister... Prescriptive brand... pricy and classy... who taught you???" I explained my venture to the cosmetics counter with Beck and Amy. "Well then you better get a good job as you will need the money if you want that style of life!!" Beth Ann then gave my eyes a nice smokey sexy with the right blending of shades, layering again my lashes with ample amounts of mascara. A light dusting of color on my cheeks just as Amy and Becky came running up the stairs. "Oh my God!!! You look soooo sexy with that look Molly" Beck shouted. Sis of course said" Of course she is... nothing but the best for my sister" as we all laughed. True to her word, Amy brought over a few dresses to choose form. I settled on a LBD (little black dress) that was cut to just above the knee, scooped necked and short sleeve. It fit like it was made for me. Becky produced some nice 2" strappy black open toe shoes from her mother's collection. A matching black purse with shoulder strap and I was ready. The other girls and sis then got ready as I pranced around in what I felt was my natural expression of femininity. I took a mental step back and just reaffirmed that this was my role... this was who I was meant to be. Just before the girls announced they were ready sis called me to her room. She looked radiant in a sharp skirt/blouse ensemble as she drew me close and kissed me saying "I love you no matter... " She then go a little serious and produced from behind her back a tampon. " Little sis... if you are to experience all that is feminine I want you to... you know... wear this tonight" Well... it did not take a rocket scientist to understand how I was to wear this super-plus tampon... so I retreated to her bathroom and inserted this sign of womanhood. With the string exposed I then pulled up my panties, repositioned a new pantyliner, pulled up my pantyhose and felt an enjoyable pleasure as I walked. I took one more look in the mirror and saw nothing but a girl staring back at me. Not a 16 yr teen but someone who looked in her twenties. Pouty lips now freshened with another layer of lipstick and some gloss to finish then off. A sexy young body with B size boobs that I now wished oh wished so hard were real. One last look and I exited with a wink to sis giving her the knowledge that the mission was accomplished and I was ready for another venture as Molly. Arm in arm we descended the stairs as two sisters to the waiting Beck and Amy. Four girls ready to take on the evening. One girl ready to be all the girl she could be... now and into the future... ... more to follow as this is from my diary about when/how I emerged as Molly years ago... so much to write... that is if you a want more let me know... further HS yrs out on dates(innocent)/college years/workplace environment.