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Molly's Revelation Part 2 A Spring break of being Molly set in motion a change that would snowball into a lifestyle that was meant to be. Here I am in my Jr. year of HS having been transformed with shaped brows, highlighted hair, virtual hairless silky body, not wanting to change back to the drab shell of Michael, that seems so distant. But with two days before my parents came back and 3 days before start of my final semester at school, a plan had to be initiated. A plan to hide the feminine features that I had accepted as mine. My sister Beth Ann had to return to college so I was left to my own to resolve my dilemma. But first, as I rose from bed still clad in bra/panties and nightshirt. I made a few calls to Becky and Amy for help. Both responded as expected. They suggested that they come over in an hour or two to work out the plan. Turning from the phone I scurried to complete my shower and re-do Molly for the day. It had become so natural to shampoo and deep condition my brown tresses with the new highlights and become Molly for yet another day. The usual routine of selecting a new set of bra/panties and deciding on skirt vs. slacks for the day. This day I wanted to do some more shopping so I opted for linen slacks and a nice rayon blouse. I so loved my sister Beth Ann for lending me her closet. It opened up TOO many options for a day's selection. Beth Ann had embraced Molly so unexpectedly that it had overwhelmed me the past week. I could tell she relished the thought of having a little sister fulltime rather than the perceived sissy little brother that I had been for so many years. Having driven her to the airport she suggested that I visit her in a month at college and stay with her for a long weekend as Molly. My wheels of planning were in motion at that point, as I definitely wanted that experience. Dressed and hair pulled back in a ponytail, I set about to complete a few chores before the arrival of Becky and Amy. A week's work of lingerie had to be laundered along with the rest of the week's usual linens and clothes. Here I was acting like Suzie homemaker handwashing my delicate lingerie. As I had in the past with Beth Ann's things, I soaked my bras and panties in VS Wash lotion, which would leave that oh so feminine scent when placed back in my dresser. Waiting on the loads of wash I rummaged through this month's copies of Cosmo and Elle reading, absorbing the articles and ads. Again I would pause to admire my nails, a bit chipped by now, but still elegant French tipped knowing that I would have to remove them in days to come. I began to get a little depressed when to doorbell rang and Becky arrived first. "Hey girlfriend!" Becky stated as she caressed me like any other girlfriend. "What do we do... what do we do... with Molly now that we have to get back to school?" "Exactly!!" I stated and giggled at the same time. " My parents will be here in two days and I need to get things in order or there will plenty of explaining!!" Becky mused for a moment and then stated, "no problem, Amy will have your nails back to regular length tomorrow. They can be cut back...but...they will still be thick with the acrylic as they would need a little more work than the simple acetone remover we usually use. You could always go back to the salon and have them removed." I thought for a brief moment and just said "let's deal with that minor issue later...what am I to do about these highlights!!!" "You could always just cut it all off" Becky stated. "NO WAY!!" I yelled and broke into a laugh. "What the hell...most think I am a sissy anyhow...and I have been teased since whenever about my frail looks...I just may leave them as is, suffer the looks for a week or so and then just blend in as I have with everything else that has been me over these many years." A smile beamed from Becky just as Amy arrived, puzzled look on her face stating "what are you girls up to??" Decisions had been made to leave the hair, just trim back the nails and go back to my big-framed glasses in lieu of contacts to "disguise" my shaped and thinned eyebrows. With that agenda in place we completed folding the laundry and planned a final assault on the mall. Pulling on a pair of wedgies over my nyloned feet and grabbing my purse we were off again as three girlfriends. The usual window shopping and occasional flirt by Becky and Amy at some of the boys in the regional mall some miles from our town occupied our lazy day. Becky and Amy had also needed to stop by Nicole's Town & Gown to begin the search for that perfect prom dress that was fast approaching. Becky would of course need two dresses, as she would probably be going to our school prom and the prom of her boyfriend who attended the local public school. Jason was a nice guy who had charming looks, athletic but not the star and shy, which enabled Becky to rule the roost with him. We each tried on dress after dress with the flair of a threesome with unlimited clothes budgets. It was just so natural to be in the changing room with my girlfriends, in and out of dresses, prancing around in panties and bra with the store helpers in and out adjusting this and that. The store personnel were so busy they had no chance to think that the 5'9" me was other than one of a hundred pesky girls that day playing the same game... A dressing room full of dresses, we then abandoned our exploit leaving the store personnel to re-hang the merchandise as we three decided it was time for lunch. Playing with our salad this or tuna that repast, Becky then started this slow smile as she looked off in the distance. "What's with you Becky?" I stated, "Are you listening to us?" "Oh sorry Molly...I was just thinking..." I hated when she got that look and said that phrase. Amy and I just looked at each other waiting for the next shoe to drop. "OK Becky...what is it...we know you have something going on in that noggin of yours" I piped in. "I sure do, Molly, and I think you will love the idea." Uh Oh!!! Not me the target!! " Well...you are my 'girlfriend' aren't you Molly?? And girlfriends love to help other girlfriends out don't they Molly...and I have this one little problem...and..." What was she up to as I searched my mind as Becky turned to Amy saying " she will be perfect and it will be fun time...she HAS to do it...please, please...please??" Having been lost in my own thought I had not heard the pitch by Becky to solve her problem. " Molly will you do it?" "Do what?" I stammered over a mouthful of chicken salad. " Why go to Jason's prom with us" Still in a daze I said, "what do you mean GO with you?" Becky then got her coy innocent look, grabbed my hand and said "Why...go to Jason's prom as a date with one of his friends" If a picture was taken it would have clearly revealed my tonsils as my mouth became agape as the words I had just heard. "Are you nuts!! Me? How? When? Who? Me?" as the words fell from my mouth. "Yes you!! Silly you are...let's just say...you are Molly and you would be a wonderful date for Kevin!!!" " I don't even know this guy...I..." inside the thought of actually going on a date was growing on me. The thought of being Molly in such an open and fun situation made me kind of excited as I had that glazed look again as I ran through the scenario. "But...how could we pull that off? I mean clothes, hair, where, when..." my words lost on Becky who was already in her mind set on the fact that I would be doubling with her and Jason as Kevin's date. "You will be great, Molly. I have been wondering all week how I was going to get someone to help out Kevin and me...will you do it. Please, Please, Please?" Knowing I wanted to do it, just for the thrill of being on a date... a slow smile told Becky that my answer was, yes. The next day or two my thoughts turned back to the shop remembering what dress would be nice to wear. What shoes would go with it. How my hair would be styled...egad I was so feminine in my mind as I wanted this date...I wanted to be Molly. But for now with my parents about to return the next day more plans had to be hatched. My last night as Molly...for a while...trying to think of ways to continue my lifestyle under the watchful radar of Mother. My father would soon be gone as soon as he returned, heading off to London or elsewhere to pursue hi ventures, or other women as I had heard over the years. He was not a person in my life, though he did provide us three girls (giggle) a comfortable lifestyle, one without want. So my work was cut out for me to work on Mother. A liberal woman in her own right with slightly less eclectic ways than my wild aunt, her sister, I thought over and over again that she just might be receptive. Should I solicit the help of Beth Ann to pave the way, should I just start slow little hints, should I just be open?? We had both had individual and group counseling over the years with Dr. Janice Bell, which helped us both let out some emotions due to father's failures toward the family. We had been close from those sessions, so I thought that I would be less than honest to Mom if I did not come clean...well almost clean... about Molly. The next morning, I cried as I removed the silicone breasts, which I wished oh wished by now had been real. Slowly returning to a shell that was Michael on the outside. A foreign personage by now. I kept the bra/panties on, as it still being a chilly spring letting me wear a heavier shirt to hide the tell tale signs of bra straps and band. The sound of the car service in the driveway bringing me back to reality as I heard the bags plopping on the porch as I removed my contacts and donned my glasses. Greeting the two as they passed through the door I could not see the expected glow from Mom that you would expect from someone just back from sun and fun in the Bahamas. Father just gave to usual cold hello and went about his task of taking suitcases up stairs while at the same time asking if HE had any calls etc. Mom just went to the kitchen and made some tea, leafing through the pile of mail. "Hi honey...did you have a good time while we were gone...did Beth Ann make it back to school OK..." question after question. After brewing her tea she sat and looked at me with an additional question that came from her "what's with the hair dear?" I explained that I was just having some fun with Becky and Amy and things got out of hand and they did an experiment on me and...and... "Well dear tell Becky and Amy that fun is fun ...and it looks as if a salon had done it" It was as if Mom was oblivious to the obvious. Her 'son' had highlighted hair like any other teenage girl in town. There must have been something going on that made her so blas?. "Anyway honey," mom continued, "you look so much better wearing your contacts and not those frumpy classes. I let Mom ease back into the routine of being home before I hatched my next step. After two days dad was gone on his work in London leaving Mom and I back to our normal pace of living. Her normal pace being taking care of the house even though a maid would appear like clockwork every week to clean. Meanwhile I had returned to being the wallflower at school with taunts and stares at my now changed hair and glasses. As it had in the past, after 2 weeks the looks and taunts disappeared, with my new "look' becoming the norm. But I dared not take off the glasses or another round of 'sissy' 'faggot' sweetie' would appear. My only regret was with the change in weather and lighter shirts I had to stop wearing my bra. Panties the norm with my school uniform I relished each moment at home and on a weekend to don my lacy/satin attire that was so natural to wear. Primping each night in Beth Ann's room before her vanity, playing with my hair, plucking a stray eyebrow hair here and there and continuing to keep body hairless as I tried and tried to search for a way to reveal Molly to Mom. It was during one of these times in Beth Ann's room I could hear Mom down the hall calling for me. It was rare that she would be in our side of the house, as we always tended to cleaning our own rooms, doing our own laundry and maintaining our privacy. So it was with a startle that I heard Mom call me..."Michael...Michael...could you dome here for a minute?" I walked down the hall toward her voice that was coming from my room. Walking in I saw mom leaning against my dresser with a load of towels and other linen resting on top. It looked as if she had done my laundry and was returning it. As I entered she had a quizzical look about her as I then notice the top dresser drawer half way open. I was the first to speak " Uh...Mom...I" Trying to take the initiative the words were just failing as I had not prepared for this event...prepared for mom finding my stash of bras and panties in my dresser. " Quiet" Mom said, but not in a harsh tone, "Quiet and tell me what is going on?" "This" as she pulled out a lacy bra and held it in her hand twirling it, "is not the style your sister would buy and it certainly is not my size." "Do we have something to say?" "Is there something we need to discuss, like those brows of yours?" I had forgotten to put on my glasses as I left Beth Ann's vanity, now my shaped brows exposed. Tears started to well up as I ran for my Mother's embrace, she slowly caressing me harder. Pushing me back Mom said, "sit over there and let me know what is going on" As I ambled over to the bed, Mom followed and sat beside me. I proceeded to give her a data dump on my past feelings, wants and desires along with a full account of the week as Molly while she was away. A silence then occurred, but not a dreaded one as Mom rose and returned to the dresser and began rummaging through my delicates. "Well...at least you have better tastes than your sister when it comes to lingerie" And then we both laughed and embraced again. "Let's get some dinner and let's talk some more... I think we have lots to chat about dear." There are those times in ones life that revelation brings about relief. This was one of those moments for me. I felt as if doors had been unlocked completely with my coming out to Mom. As she was leaving she stopped in the doorway and asked " And I would suggest that 'Molly' be the one to go to dinner with me...so get a move on and get dressed!" Words that will stay with me forever. Not words, at that moment, that told me that there was total acceptance by Mom, but words of tolerance that shot through me with glee. "I'll hurry and be right down" I said back. Oh My god!! What to wear, how to look as I grabbed a bra and panties and ran back to Beth Ann's room to get prepared. I jumped into her shower and lathered myself with perfumed body wash, exiting and wrapping a towel around me as I checked the mirror. Contacts back in I returned to Beth Ann's room and donned bra and panties. I wish I had the adhesive, but the breast forms were just as nice as I inserted them into my bra. Sitting at the vanity, a pert young teenage girl stared back with damp hair and a pouty look. Combing out my hair I placed large heated curlers on my still highlighted locks. Turning my attention to my blank palette of a face, I decided on a demure soft look, applying a light powdered foundation. Working on a light tan/bronze eye shade I accented my eyes with a similar light application of mascara and eyeliner. A light use of rosy blush, I then outlined my lips with a wine color then filing with like color lipstick. I now released my hair from the curlers and combed out a nice wavy style that framed my face. Pulling back my hair behind my ears I then found a nice small dangly pair of earrings. Rings, bracelets, gold chain necklace, I was almost completed. Simple evening out for dinner I pulled on a beige pair of pantyhose over my bikini panties that again hid well, with a simple pantyliner, that small vestige of a tool. Letting a matching peach chemise slide over my head and adjusting the straps to match the outline of my bra I then searched Beth Ann's closet for a simple dress. Easy thing to say when confronted with a sea of dresses/skirts/blouses etc. I settled on a simple belted herringbone sheath dress and flat open toed strappy shoes. One more look in the mirror and there stood a shapely girl, pert boobs, definite shaped hips/waist, from where that came I do not know, but definitely...a girl staring back. The next step, I thought, would be yet another in a lifestyle that I wanted...needed, as I descended the stairs to my waiting Mother. "My oh my!!!...I knew you had looks like your sister but never thought I would say you...you look...beautiful." Embracing me as she led me to the door, two girls out for a simple dinner. The drive to the restaurant was full of more and more questions, eventually with the comment that our next visit with Dr. Bell should be interesting. It was obvious that Mom was becoming comfortable with the girl now seated across from her as we dined and chatted about all things...more concentrated on me of course. At dinner's end, Mom suggested that we take a ride over to Aunt Molly's house as she said " Since you have adopted her name, she might as well see the niece she has!" my mother knowing that her 'ultra liberal' sister would delight in me joining the 'sisterhood' "Hi Sharon...nice surprise to see you...and..." she stared at me and with that look of 'I know you...but I don't know you' when it then dawned on her, when my smile let her know..."Michael?? I mean...what ...Sharon what is going in here?" We then sat with Aunt Molly and provided her answers to questions that existed and no answers to lots more as to the future. When the evening was over, Aunty Molly told me to wait as she retrieved something from upstairs. She returned and held out a gold chain necklace with a cameo pendant. "This is for you...it was mine when I was a teenage girl and I want you to have it...for your teen years." I placed it back in its velvet bag and hugged her as she whispered "you are lovely my dear...don't break too many hearts" Mom and I sat the rest of the evening in the den in our nightshirts drinking tea and discussing over and over the events of my life. She told me it was obvious that father would never accept. Then again, she said, he is never around so there is nothing for him to decide upon. We had our own lives as the years passed without him, so it would be no problem keeping him at arms length in this new chapter of my/our life. It was so easy now, talking to my Mom sitting there in bra/panties hair tied up in a high ponytail as if this were the natural way of life. I went to bed that night, a peaceful girl having overcome the biggest hurdle on a planned future. The weeks passed with total acceptance by Mom of Molly. We shopped, dined, lived as two women. Our sessions with Dr. Bell switched from anger over a missing father figure to issues of transgenderism and all that it encompassed. Dr. Bell had me see another specialist in the subject at times. The reports/testing that came back to Dr. Bell confirmed her own professional opinion that there were issues of transsexuality within me that had to be addressed. My individual sessions and those with Mom took on new meaning and enthusiasm... The sessions evolved into just Molly appearing and no trace of Michael...only reference in the third person. With three weeks before the prom, which Becky had lured me into, it was time to pick out the dress. This time it was me and Mom who went to Nicole's Town & Gown to make the final selection. Mom was still leery of me doing this, but constant support and information by Becky to Mom helped Mom come around. Mom still would look at me when I dressed as Molly and say " I love you no matter who you are...but I want you to be safe also...there are too many jerks out there who would treat you cruelly if they found out" I reassured Mom that Becky would make sure everything would be OK on this 'date'. We settled on a spaghetti strapped lavender gown. It had sequins in the bodice all around and was fitted to a tee with the tailoring by the store. The shop attendant threw in two rhinestone combs for my hair saying they would go great if I went with a nice 'updo' for a hairstyle. She was right, that would be a great look. So after paying for the dress we beelined to the salon to make an appointment. With that in hand we next had to buy a pair of satin 2" heels to go with the dress. Luckily at 5'9" the heels would still make me smaller than Kevin who was 6'3". We then took the heels to the shoe shop to have them dyed to match the dress. The next stop was the lingerie store to get a good strapless bra to go with the dress. I had not even thought of that...good thing for Mom's!!! While there Mom bought me more and more bras/panties/slips/camisoles/chemise to compliment my growing supply. Mom was in such a great mood that day, that we had to go to the car and unload packages before continuing more shopping for clothes. By the time we got home, I thought, when Beth Ann gets home next week she will be raiding MY closet instead of hers!!! My weekends from Fri. afternoons to Monday mornings were as Molly except those rare occasions when the shell of Michael had to appear for sake of Mother's friends who would appear now and then. She was not ready to reveal Molly to that segment of her life just yet. Occasionally I would forget that I was not wearing my glasses around them and would get strange stares. But what the heck...others at school were whispering about me and 'those eyebrows' that I thought it might just be OK to forget the glasses at school...but then again I restrained myself as there were still the total assholes of the world at school who would make my life miserable. Becky had suggested that I go out on a test date with Kevin before the prom...but Mom put the nix to that. Even Dr. Bell was a little worried that my 'persona' was advancing a little too fast. She cautioned me to be careful in public, even thought I passed with no problem as a teenage girl. She just wanted my to avoid any long-term concept of dating as she felt I was definitely not ready for the emotional rollercoaster. Wanting to please Mom who had been so great to date and play the game with my therapist I abided by their suggestions. The prom would be my first date. The first of many things to come. At least I was going to a prom - not my school of course - but at least a prom...as a girl. The day before the prom was prep time!!! Mom had me take the day off from school to get me ready even a whole day before!! To the salon for nails. New acrylics for the weekend. Facial and primping followed by Veronica who was now 'in on' who Molly really was. I think she had a bi or lez streak to her as she readily accepted Molly once mom let her in on the secret. My hair was touched up with more highlighting...since summer was few weeks ahead who cares what they thought at school. I will remember that special day forever. Prancing around in a thin robe with just bra and panties in that inner sanctum of femininity. Waxing, brow shaping everything. I wished there were no turning back. At least I had the upcoming summer, when Dr. Bell suggested that I spend it entirely as Molly, to determine if this would be a lifestyle that I would want and need of the future. I had my own answer even without Dr. Bell's final diagnosis. That evening I had an enjoyable dinner out with Mom again as her 'daughter' Mom had endless advice and concerns expressed that final night before the big date. To Mom it was as if she was preening over her daughter out on her first date...well...it was!!! But she enjoyed the discussions and just wanted to protect me. She even got to the point of warning me about the 'roving hands' of those boys out there and to watch out for any drinking. Laughing it all off...I began to think to myself how to protect myself from unwanted advances...should I just fall back on the old "it's that time of the month" clich? and hope for the best? Whatever, I would be doubling with Becky and knew it would be OK. The next morning it was a morning of anticipation. I kind of began wondering if this is how a bride feels on the morning of her wedding getting all ready for the big event. Usual routine of scented shower followed by pulling out a fresh bra and panties. Placing the breast forms in the bra, I then sat down to play with my hair a bit to get it in decent shape to go in public. Being in public as Molly was as natural as rain at that point. I had progressed with my new freedom, to wanting to perfect Molly's image every day. If only my boobs were real. It was a recurring thought as days passed that I needed change and body changes were at the top of that list. Dressed in simple denim skirt and shell top it was off to the salon for the 'updo' style. The salon was full of younger girls all going about the same exercise. Most were from the public school, with the prom that evening, so I did not recognize any. Into the chair and Veronica began her magic. Sweeping strands twirled in place with a myriad of pins and clips to hold it in place. Little wisps of hair allowed to dangle for that oh so sexy look. Hair spray enveloped the room as re-positioning after repositioning took place until at one moment Veronica stepped back and comb in her teeth said " there...that is the look...now where are those two rhinestone combs you brought?" With the accessories in place Veronica spun the chair around and staring back was not a teenage girl...but definitely a 20 something staring back...sophistication. I almost wanted to cry right there. Veronica could see the eyes welling up and laughed " good thing you don't have your makeup on yet dear!!" I exited the salon, as all other girls that day, and rushed home to stay quiet and not disturb the masterpiece of hair that Veronica had completed. Mother had suggested that Becky come over to our place to get ready. Becky's mom would have a cow if she knew who was doubling with her that night. Mom promised to take plenty of pictures. Becky swooped in with the same air of excitement that surrounded me that day. We giggled and commented on each other's hair and then set about setting up everything to get ready for the evening. The evening would start with pre-prom dinner, the usual riding around in the limo to other people's houses before the prom leading up to the prom itself being held at the ball room of the local yacht club, rented for the evening We both set up in Beth Ann's room who, back from college, was away for the weekend. She had left a note for me..."Dearest Molly... On this special night I wish I were there to send you off...but Mom said she would take plenty of pictures for me. As a present and to give you that 'extra" feel of being a woman I have left a present for you to wear...remember to wear a half slip with this little gift...the gift is on the top shelf in my closet...I love you sister...Beth Ann... There it was, a nice silver box with white ribbon around it staring back at me. Taking it down, I summoned Becky to view with me the contents. Pulling back the tissue paper, before be was a lavender colored bustier, with similar toned stockings. Oh My God!!! I stated just as Mom entered the room. "So you found your little gift I see." " I told Beth Ann about your dress and she suggested the bustier instead of the strapless bra... She of course also loved the garters that are attached and thought you would enjoy something a little different" I LOVED IT!! I couldn't wait for the adhesive to set on my silicone breasts as Mom firmly pushed them against my chest. "Patience my dear...just give it a another minute." Mom released her hands and again I felt the wonderful weight of the breasts. Though not seemless, in their application, they still had a close skin tone to my own. I just wish that I would wake up with my own boobs one day. The bustier was then placed around...it had a little boning in the front, which felt like magic as Mom, tightened the laces in the back. My boobs now encased in the satin cups of the bustier, I felt the base of the bustier caress my hip area just above my panty line. The delicate lace of the garment was screaming 'woman" as I was shown to place the garter straps under my panties. I then sat down, noting a little restraint from the tightened bustier, to roll on the silky stockings. Mom assisted with attaching the garters to the welts of the stockings. I then stood and felt the gentle tug of the stockings against the garters. Mom then gave me a half-slip that came to just above my knees. Hair up. Bustier on, stockings in place, it was time for makeup. With practiced dexterity I applied the evening look of foundation/blush/mascara/eyeliner/ lid shadows/lip liner/lipstick with the right look as I had practice all week long. Becky was almost ready herself as I tiptoed to the closet to pull out my dress. Mom again helped me telling me to just step into the dress and let her pull it up. I shivered as the lavender chiffon encased my body as it was brought up. Arms into the spaghetti straps as mom pulled and positioned the bodice over by boobs. A gentle placing of my mother's hand on my shoulders after she pulled the zipper closed, told me I was dressed. My mother just stood back and bit her lip as she told me to spin. Half way into the spin I caught myself in the mirror and preened like any other girl that evening. Slipping on the satin heels, Mom approached and put a small strand of pearls around my neck. She also gave me the matching pearl earrings to wear. She then sprayed some of her Chanel No. 5 on me. With small evening purse in hand I stuffed it with lipstick, mascara, credit card and ID (hope I did not have to show that) Becky and I walked downstairs to await our dates. Mom must have taken 10 rolls of pictures that night. Me alone. Me with Becky. Me with mom. The boys in the limo pulled up just as scheduled at 6:00pm. The usual introductions were made with Becky taking the lead. Kevin looked supper in his tux as he placed the corsage around my wrist. More picture, more rules, more...more...more. It was as if mom did not want her little daughter to go. Into the limo as my dress slid effortlessly across the leather seats. The boys had champagne which I nursed appropriately remembering Mom's admonition. Kevin was a shy but engaging in conversation as we heading across the NY state border to a famous restaurant. Others attending the prom were also at the same restaurant so it was a sea of buzzing chatter of teens. With the tightness of the bustier a light diner was the order for me. I was just taking in the whole scene, which included me sitting there in such a very public place as Molly. On two occasions Becky and I joined other girls in the women's room to repair our makeup and just take a breather. Back to the limo it was a ride back across the border to three small pre-prom parties at various houses of the students. It was just a whirlwind of sensual excitement for me...chatting with others as Molly...dressed as Molly...wanting to be Molly forever...it was the start of a magical night. Finally the prom...the usual hovering faculty members of the HS making sure everything was in order. The usual small talk and dancing. The usual SLOW dance. Nervous, I placed one hand on Kevin's shoulder and the other in his, as we began to dance. I think Kevin and some of the other boys found some 'spiked" punch someplace as he had the faint smell of southern comfort. Whether by hidden enthusiasm or the courage of the southern comfort, Kevin drew me close to him placing my head now on his shoulder. Cheek to cheek we continued dancing as I felt his hands lower on my back and draw me closer. Oh My!! All those warnings by my mother were racing through my head. As I pressed against Kevin I could definitely feel a bulge against me. Not retreating I seemed to enjoy the feel as we danced on and on. At the end of the dance with the lights low Kevin planted his first kiss. Just a lingering kiss on the lips pulling me tight. It would not be the last kiss that evening, but I knew I was entering a new stage. I had not even thought of 'boys' while being Molly before. Now conflicts were entering my mind as I grabbed Becky and said "Girls room...now!!" In the ladies room I told Becky of the kiss. Becky was an indifferent as if to say "Duh!! What did you expect...here you are a good looking girl with a decent guy on a date..." She was right. First I did enjoy the kiss and second what the heck. But...I had to think things through and did not want things to escalate so I reminded Becky of our pact. At the end of the evening it was back into the limo. Kevin and I sat in the seat behind the driver facing Becky and Jason as we drove off to an after prom party. Becky just gave me one of those looks as she gained a liplock on Jason. By now Kevin's hand was on my thigh and his other arm working its way around my shoulder. Without hesitation, I kissed Kevin, eventually my lips parting and accepting some tongue action. His hand then left my thigh and began its slow ascent up my waist until he placed his hand on my breast. I readily allowed this little gesture as my own hand rested on his crotch area feeling a decent bulge, not that I was a judge of sizes at the tender age and experience!! When he attempted to get a little more frisky by attempting to work his hand up my thigh I had to brush him away and coo in his ear that "it was my time of the month...please no" He was content to leave that venture and continue smearing my lipstick. Well...the rest of the night was fun. Fun?? It went to the wee hours of the morning. An understatement!!! I was convinced that my next session with Dr. Bell would be to pursue available steps to become Molly fulltime. I realized that there would be many obstacles. However, I was more than determined to start the journey. As I took off my dress and had Beck help me out of the bustier I wanted never to stop being Molly after that night. But I was a realist and knew that I would have to take small steps. Becky fell asleep fast. Grabbing a bra from the dresser and a robe from the closet I went downstairs to have coffee with mom before I retired to catch up on my sleep. Mom was a beam with her smile as she could see that I had a good time. "Well..."she said. "Are you looking forward to a summer as Molly?" "Oh most assuredly I am!!!" I stated. In fact I wish I could finish the next two weeks at school as Molly!" as we both laughed. "Not so fast dear...not so fast...I am sure time will come" Mom then stated "well we should then get some more shopping done, as your wardrobe will need lots and lots of new clothes to fill that closet. And I think we will need some more in depth talks with Dr. Bell. Talks about changes...not right now ...but I see changes once you get away from this small town and into college". "But for now get your butt in bed and get some sleep" I kissed Mom and headed off to bed. Dreams of the whole day prior and what it meant for me in the future. At least I had the summer in 2 weeks to look forward to...a summer as Molly. If interested...will continue with my story of that summer and how Molly grew more and more into the woman I am today. It may take a long time to tell it all up to this point in my life buy enjoy revealing all to those who care.