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MOLLY'S EARLY REVELATION #3
Acceptance by my Mother went so far in our relationship, that our
ongoing session with our mutual counselor started to recognize that we
were not the enemy anymore. The focus of the sessions as a group or me
along dealt now with my TS issues that had been revealed in ongoing
testing and my own inner knowledge that the woman in me had to emerge
more and more. My father/her husband became a distant thought. He kept
up his normal routine of extensive time in London. Don't get us
wrong!!! We certainly enjoyed the perks of the
money/housing/travel/clothes etc. that were a direct result of his
economic well-being, but as a father, I never knew him... as a husband
my mother had grown disenchanted and removed. I had not known that on
their last trip together, the subject of separation had been reviewed.
During this whole summer of introspection as to my womanly needs, I had
actually started the summer as planned... as Molly. The remaining 2
weeks of school following my adventure to the prom were a little tense.
The definite change in hair color and style, the thinned eyebrows, the
mannerisms a natural display rather than restrained, brought back some
taunts, whispers and strange looks/pointing. But I had told myself that
I had strength through support to just brush it all off and look
forward to a summer of fun
The last week of school had been shopping shopping shopping, to
supplement my already growing wardrobe of girl clothes, lingerie,
cosmetics and supplies. Becky and Amy had become almost roommates with
their constant overnight visits, helping me transform my room and
closet to Molly's world. My sister BethAnn had returned from college so
her room now off limits. My room had a slow change to a very feminine
outlook with changes in the little things like bedspread, drapes and
now a vanity to work from in my room for makeup/hair etc. The prior
bland bathroom was now awash in pink towels, curling irons, hairdryers
with a cabinet full of makeup facial products etc.
"This is now a to die for room... Molly" said Becky. "It just seems so
natural to now think of you ad Molly rather than that shy drab
'Michael' shell of a persona you had before." Smiling I just hugged her
tight and thanked her for the ongoing support. "Let's see what you and
your mom bought today!!" Opening the closet I showed the few purchases
of a denim skirt, some cute tops and a new dress. Shoes of course were
also present as what girl WOULD NOT buy shoes to match each outfit. The
remnants of that old shell of 'Michael' were now gone in my mind.
Dealing with 'him' in the fall semester of school was not on my mind.
"So... where should we go tonight?" Becky chimed. "It is the end of the
school year and there are loads of parties to hit!!" "I know Becky...
where do you want to go first?" Becky broke out here little PDA with
all the info on what party, who should be there, type of party to
expect... everything organized like she had always been. "How about
going to the O'Toole party at the yacht club?" Becky said. "Yeah right!
A couple of society chicks we are" I laughed. "Remember, those bitches
that are part of that crowd are very judgmental and the whole evening
would be them fending off any competition to their boyfriends while at
the same time critiquing what we would be wearing!"
Becky agreed but said, "Oh hell... screw them let's go and have fun
fu_king with their minds."
"Sure." I said "Why not!!"
The rest of the day was decision after decision as to what to wear and
how to do our hair. Amy, my other best friend and supporter, was out of
town so it would be just myself and Becky. Becky somehow conned my
sister into loaning a sexy skirt and top outfit while I settled for a
nice little wide strap black cocktail style dress by Nicole Miller that
I had bought a week earlier. We both prepared for the evening,
primping, plucking, painting and pampering ourselves. With a little
music on our stopping/dancing go the attention of mom who appeared to
find out about the noise. Here were two teenage girls bouncing around
the room in bra/panties to tunes when she appeared.
"A little less stomping... girls (giggle from her using that term) or
the plaster will come off the walls!!" she stated. "And what are the
plans for you two girls tonight, if I may ask?" We explained our plan
and mom made a few comments to me again to watch out for those boys and
suggestions on some jewelry. As she left she hugged us both and told us
just "TO BE SAFE" and act like good girls.
It has been a week since I had attached my breast forms, so I was first
to shower to get ready. Nice scented bath wash followed by a light
dusting of bath powder before setting out to place the breasts. A
thorough cleansing with alcohol in the breast are as I waiting for the
adhesive on the forms to set just right. A second application of
adhesive spray waiting another 5 minutes before pressing one form after
another in place carefully pressing in the right manner so the edges
would be smooth against my skin. They would not be seamless, but did
give the great illusion of a young girl with B cup breasts. Oh how I
wanted my own Breasts!!!!!! Forever and a part of me!! My counselor had
stated that that phase was a year or two or three down the road,
hopefully by HRT program and not implants.
The forms having set, I now pranced around with the wonderful feel of
the weight of breasts. A bit of a showoff, I let my robe dangle open a
bit revealing them. As Amy emerged from her own shower "hey dear... get
a bra on, what are you some type of flasher!!!" I giggled myself at my
unconscious display as I reached for a bra from the top drawer of my
dresser. A light green colored bra with lace and satin to match the
panties I had already donned. There in my bra and panties I sat on the
bed rubbing moisturizer into my legs and thighs. Women are such
maintenance items I thought as I shook the nail polish bottle to begin
the touch up of my toenails. Total femininity prancing around the house
with my toes separated with cotton balls waiting for polish to dry,
open silky robe doing a not so good job of hiding my girlish figure in
lingerie and hair now up in rollers. We went downstairs to chat with
mom before working on the rest. Sitting there with mom, I would
occasionally catch her looking at me with a blank look. I asked her"
What... why are you looking at me that way? Is one of my eyebrows
crooked?" I laughed. "Oh nothing." she said, "It... it is just that I
now accept these changes as if they were natural... as natural as I
expect you have accepted changes for yourself" I smiled and walked over
to her holding her tight and whispering thank you over and over.
Back to the room for both Becky and I as we continued our prep for the
evening's event. We debated over and over how se should do our makeup
as we wanted total sophistication for this event, but so subtle that it
did not look like we were trying to do so. Experiment after experiment
of matching eyeshades and other looks until we finalized our individual
look. With my little black dress I settled for a smoky look for my eyes
blending different shades of gray to get that just right look. Not too
overdone but just right. Layer upon layer of mascara, light foundation
and setting powder, hint of rose for blush and expertly lines lips and
filling with a wine colored lipstick completed the look. Pulling each
roller out of my hair I went about the task of styling and restyling
until the right shape was attained - held in place now with ample gels
and hairspray.
Since this would be a cocktail length dress I opted for a sheer pair of
pantyhose. Sliding the hose up each leg then thigh and finally encasing
my panties in the control top portion I struck a pose in front of the
mirror. So vain... but... so what I wanted to be... all woman all the
time. I next went to the closet to get the dress. A small zipper in the
back was loosened so I could step into it and slowly bring up the dress
around my girly frame. Asking Becky to help with the zipper as the
dress formed my body. Adjusting bra straps etc so the dress set well,
hands on hips as I again admired Molly in the mirror. I then pulled out
a new pair of 2" strappy open toed heels. To finish off the look I
donned a pair of black and gold button earrings with a thin gold chain
necklace and small ring on each hand. Mother had always said that girls
don't need to wear a watch as that is what men are for so I just placed
a matching thin gold bracelet on my left wrist.
Becky looked HOT in her skirt and top. The top had a little shimmer to
it that helped accentuate her C size breasts. How envious I was of her
to have breasts. We each sprayed the other with Chanel and started to
pack our small handbags with the essentials.
Mom took many a pick as we presented ourselves in the den. She decided
to let us use the BIG Mercedes for the evening as she thought we should
at least give the impression that we could fit in with the Yacht Club
crowd, even though we were not the Blue Blood background required for
membership. Not a problem this evening as Ted O'Toole was putting on
the party. Ted was a graduating senior from our school. I had never
known him as Michael or a Molly so it was a safe venture to attend the
party. The only risk was others in his class recognizing me.
So with our warning from mom repeated we ventured out for the evening
as any two girlfriends looking to have fun at a party. The one
exception was Becky was SURE to be on the prowl as I was just happy to
again be in such a public gathering as Molly that 'prowling' was not on
my agenda. However, the thoughts of those kisses and other activity fro
the prom night did play on my mind as having been very enjoyable... as
a woman... with a man.
The valet having taken the car Becky and I walked up the wide set of
stairs to the veranda where awaiting adults greeted us with that
expected strained upper class form of chat, knowing they were sizing us
both based on our deportment and more so by our last name, these
bastions of the rich have their inner smirk that we were not of their
circle but just 'friends' of Teddy.
In the main function room was a display that would rival any wedding
reception. Here it was just suppose to be a graduation party, but the
look and feel was as if we were expecting a bride and groom to appear
given the range of appetizers/drinks/service etc. that confronted us.
This was class!!! We positioned ourselves at a table of grads who
appeared unassuming and seem to be lost in the atmosphere therefore,
not 'yacht club members' themselves. Tempering myself I opted for a
glass of white wine as I went about the chitchat that usually starts a
party, hoping that things would pick up a bit.
After some food and a little more wine the party did pick up with the
addition of music from a live band. Good Rock music that lent itself to
dancing by all. The usual fast frenzy of dancing getting everyone in
the mood. I danced a couple of dances with some guys and also did the
usual chick thing of dancing with other girls in a group. Only once did
one of the girls seem to take a second look at me, as if she recognized
me but couldn't place the name. I had been introduced as Becky's cousin
from NYC and not a stare or question except for that one moment.
A bad habit of both Becky and I was to sneak out on the back veranda to
have a smoke. It was there that we met others and some boys. Minor chit
chats and always back to the dance floor. It was on one of those return
trips that a boy held my hand and asked for the next dance. By now the
wine had a little loosing effect and my response was 'why not" as we
both made our way to the dance floor. By now the band was starting into
the slow music that always happens toward end of parties. It was one of
these slow dances that I was now confronted with as Bill took me into
his arms. Nice innocent slow dance that drew us closer and closer as
his hands/arms enveloped my shoulders. I readily moved closer with my
abdomen now sensing a bulge from him as I voluntarily allowed my
midsection to slowly grind against a now excited member. At the end of
the dance I gave him a little kiss and moved away as feeling of want
and puzzlement flushed me. Following Becky we went to the ladies room
to primp and preen as we had done on multiple time that night. I
confided in Becky my thoughts of the feeling of rubbing up against
Bill's cock. Becky, now with more wine in her than I could handle,
blurted out " enjoy it Molly... it is fun and safe to play with a guy's
cock... tease him a little and just go for it!" A bit stunned I took in
her statement with amazement that 1) she would say that and 2) that she
may just be right.
A few more dances that evening with others and Bill again made me want
to feel that bulge against me each time. Bill now led me out for a
suppose smoke. Walking me hand in hand we descended that back stairs
and out onto one of the many docks that moored the multi-million dollar
yachts of the members. It was at the end of the dock that Bill spun me
and brought me into a lip lock. No reservation from me as I parted my
lips and accepted his tongue and he mine. His hands were now roaming
from my butt to my breasts as we embraced further. I had seen and knew
of Bill as and upperclassman. He was not a jerk and yet not a
wallflower either. I felt natural in his arms at that moment. I sensed
that Bill was also encouraged by the beer or bourbon that he had
consumed that evening. As his hands continued their journey I found my
own moving from his shoulder to squeezing his butt and then moving my
left hand to his thigh area. It was as if a strange power took over my
hand as I reached upward and felt the outline of his rock hard member.
I was not repulsed at the idea of playing with his cock at that moment.
In fact it was as if I needed to play with it.
I continued to rub his cock as I heard a little moan from him even as
we kissed. I felt as if I had some ability to please him with this
simple gesture. But I also sensed that I need to go a bit further. My
hand stumbled for his zipper as our lips separated and Bill looked
upward. Unzipped and now released I was now stroking his penis
returning my mouth to his. I could sense that he was getting REAL
excited and not knowing where this would end slowed my hand stroke. I
did not want the finality to it knowing that I was new to this and just
wanted to slow the pace. I cooed in his ear that we had to stop. After
repeating it 3 times with a final raised, voice he finally got the
message. He seemed a little embarrassed as he turned and zipped his
pants. I grabbed his arm and tried to easy the situation by saying...
"That's OK I just need to go slow... it is not you Bill." He slowly
returned to a level of chat that seemed impart that he was over the
embarrassment as we walked back to the party
Once we got back, it was apparent that the party was beginning to break
up. Finding Becky, I staved off suggestions by Bill that he drive me
home. I told him that I had to take Becky home and begged him to
understand. He then began to suggest we get together some other time
yadda yadda yadda. I gave the lame excuse that I had a boyfriend and...
would think about it as I would be back and forth from NYC to Ct.
during the summer. With a final kiss to bill Becky and I made out way
to claim the car.
Back at the house we undressed and donned out robes to have late night
snack. Mother was asleep and good for that as the conversation between
Becky and I evolved into... satisfying a boy... orally etc. Becky hear
my story of the evening and again just said " Girl... Just enjoy it...
it is the best way to control a boy... it is also a great way to
prevent them from reaching under your dress and finding a surprise!!!!"
We both retired upstairs for bed, she stripping naked and me still in
bra/panties as we climbed into bed as two girlfriends would do. I
dreamed that night of how to please a man. It was as if I was receiving
instruction class 101 on oral satisfaction. In my dream I wanted it. I
wanted to be all woman.
The next morning, Becky and I arose and just went about helping mom do
some chores around the house. Becky left around 11:00am to her own
house. Mom and I were left to finish laundry that the weekly maid had
not attended to. I set about rinsing my lingerie in scented soapy water
noting that I had amassed a pile of lingerie that needed this delicate
attention. Mom suggested that we gout for lunch. It was now as if I had
always thought of myself as a woman as the idea of just being in public
as Molly was never a restraint. I ran upstairs and showered and got
ready. The breast forms were still in place as the adhesive was good
for many a day before breaking down. As I showered I lathered and
caressed my breasts wanting oh so wanting them to be real. Finished, I
went into my room with towel wrapped around my chest seeking out fresh
panties and bra. I began to notice that that little member of mine
seemed to be shrinking. It was as if my body was rejecting it in some
fashion as it was now a mere stub, not that it was ever more that a
stub in the past. Again I pulled a pair of my favorite style- French
cut lacy panties up my legs, pushing that little teeny weeny back as if
it was disappearing into my pubic bone area. Usual panty liner in place
and pulling the panties up tight I again had the smooth crotch area of
any girl.
Bra on/cute top pulled over/short tennis like skirt in place I opted
for anklet socks as I laced up a pink accented pair of sneakers. Light
application of makeup and pushing my hair in place I raced down to meet
mom who was already walking out to the car.
At Severon's Caf? we dined on usual fair of light seafood lunch when
one of Mom's friends approached. Mrs. Devon was a close friend of Mom's
who I had known in passing. However after Mrs. Devon sat down with her
iced tea to chat my life started to take a new path. After a few
minutes of her non-stop chatter she asked my mom to introduce me. My
mother, obviously not having planned for this event stammered a few
words while Mrs. Devon mad a curious look at me... wanting to relieve
mom of her awkward situation... I blurted out... "Why Mrs. Devon, you
know me... but then again maybe you don't... I am... " My mother
gaining composure hoping to stop me... but not making the moment I
continued... " I am who you remember was Michael... I am Molly now.
Well... if 'total confusion' were a word and the dictionary needed a
picture, Mrs. Devon's face would be the personification. My mother just
put her hand to her face and began to laugh as I repeated my statement
to Mrs. Devon's "what did you say?" But the next reaction was not what
I expected. Mrs. Devon sat back and just said " I am sure there is an
explanation for this... and I and anxious to here it." For the next
hour we had a three way girl-to-girl chat as I revealed to Mrs. Devon
my current state of affairs. Did honesty work?? For Mrs. Devon it
seemed to as she commented that she understood and looked to my mother
for some guidance as to what the next step would be. The next step as
to how the rest of the community might find out and react. It was
obvious that my story would be kept by Mrs. Devon as her own. It must
have been instinct on my part to reveal the stage of my life as it was
evident that she would not reveal out of preventing hurt to my
mother... that is why Mrs. Devon was a 'friend' of my mothers... mom
picks good friends.
We all parted the restaurant knowing that Molly's emergence was about
to bloom. I hugged Mrs. Devon and thanked her for understanding. Mom
and I walked off to the car arm in arm as mom/daughter. Before entering
the car we looked at each other... laughed out loud... and said in our
own way... "WE NEED A PLAN!!!!!"
More to follow as I lead you through a glimpse into those early years
when Molly emerge and began to take the lead. The next chapter will
deal with how the rest of the summer went, how I coped with my final
year of HS with all the physical changes, my ongoing counseling, the
years of college as Molly, HRT program, fulltime in sr. yr. of college,
fulltime out of school except work... right up to the present. Thanks
and let me know if it interests you enough to continue. SMILE!!
Jo
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