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Molly's Revelation Part 4
Following my great date, my assumption of the role of Molly continued
to evolve. Based on self examination, I was aware that I should refrain
from sexual encounters as that would place me in great risk of possible
danger from a bad reaction from a guy or gal. My therapist warned me to
avoid that behavior. We concentrated on more and more exploration of
the issues of transgendersim in my solo sessions and joint session with
my mother.
Because of the separation, and eventual divorce which may be discussed
later, my mother needed a closer relationship with myself and my
sister. Since Beth Ann was away at college, the full brunt of
"closeness" feel to me. Because I had come out to my mother, she seemed
to embrace me as Molly with fervor. Her actions and attitude turned to
one of "my daughter this" my daughter that" when talking with people
like my Aunt Molly. She knew to protect the secret from outsiders, but
now and then it would slip, and people would naturally give a curious
stare, those who knew that she had a "son".
Our homelife was one of feminine dominance. As if she was
overcompensating for my father leaving her, she lavished me with
shopping, trips, and a step up in our normal relationship. However, the
life was one totally geared to Molly...not her former son Michael.
The rest of my HS career was a fun one. I had been mainstreaming more
and more as Molly with growing confidence. Becky and Amy grew closer as
girlfriends, with their inner needs bursting with the desire to tell
the world of my new persona. During that last year I would get the
usual stares, due to my hair change and noticeable thinned eyebrows
etc. Again, it was brushed off as "Oh yeh...that faggot/sissy..." But
no physical problems...just the little taunts and stares.
My hair was continued to be in a styled mode with highlights. The
school (private Catholic HS) was very liberal to begin with so my side
across the gender line (looks) was tolerated by administration, but
then again...you can't legislate attitude to students. But I did
fine!!! My group of friends in the last year were 99% girls, some of
whom HAD to have a hint of my issues, based on my mannerisms and looks.
I am sure Beck and Amy told one or two here and there on threat of
death not to say anything.
I continued to wear bras and panties to school under my male uniform.
It was just the approach of the spring with lighter shirts that caused
me concern. We had to wear blazers even in the spring so I was able to
continue wearing bras with a secure sense that they would not be seen
under a thin shirt. May hair during the week would be tied back in
modified ponytail for a very androgynous look overall.
Weekends were another matter. Form Friday afternoon to Mon. mornings it
was all Molly in outward appearance!!! It was a passion I needed for
myself to be Molly as much as possible. Mom even seemed to change in
attitude once Molly emerged. My drawers continued to fill with the
frilly lacy things of a teenage girl, replacing all the drab "Michael"
things. Shopping was now fun, seeking out new outfits to fill the
closet, all under the approving eye of my mother. My sister, fully
accepted the change also. It was funny that she started borrowing my
things when she was home from college. I think she started to get a
little jealous, that I was growing more feminine than her slight tomboy
ways. Don't get me wrong, she is a beautiful sister!!! But she herself
started to nix slacks and jeans for skirts/dresses and she saw me
evolve.
No great story of going to my senior prom as Molly-boo hoo. My one date
as a Jr. would have to satisfy my HS memories of prom activities. Once
school was over, I could let Molly be Molly the entire summer and plan
on the future. That summer was a fun one!!
"Molly...oh Molly!!!" I heard Becky yell as she entered the house.
Bounding up the stars she entered my room as I was dressing. By then it
was so natural to be in panties and bra in front of Becky as I had many
a time before. I was still working on me hair when she entered.
"Molly...what are you going to do this summer". "It's already 2 weeks
in the summer and you are not working"
True, I had not been over zealous in looking for work for the summer.
Money was not an issue as we received plenty from our guilty/absent
father. But I did have a need to work and earn my own way. However,
with my desire to be Molly all summer, jobs were difficult to think
about. Becky knew the dilemma. "Amy says she may have a solution for
you-and a fun solution". Puzzled I of course pushed the issue. Becky
continued " Amy has a friend of a friend who works over in Old Town for
a crazy type dress shop owner." " I think the owner is a hold over from
the hippy days and the shop is just a hobby because her husband has $$$
working in NYC". "Well..." Becky said, "You know you trust Amy and
me...so Amy somehow let info out to her friend who somehow let the
owner know that YOU were looking for a job."
"Great", I said, "but filling out the application MIGHT be difficulty
when it gets to that little box __male or __ female!!" . "Well..." Aid
Becky...and I always knew there was another shoe to drop she would draw
out the word "well". " It seems... that... your secret got to the owner
and she is cool with the idea of you working there". Amy showed a
picture of you and the owner Ms. DeSalvo was impressed with your looks
and style".
"You've got to be kidding me!!!" as I threw a pillow at Becky. " You
think I can work in a dress shop as Molly?" The 'what ifs' and 'what
woulds' flew out of my mouth as I peppered Becky with my thoughts -
those inner thoughts being I would LOVE to have a job like that!!! " I
would have to check with my Mother- and I am sure she would have to
talk to Ms. Desalvo...but I would JUMP at the chance to have a job...as
Molly...especially at a dress shop!!!!".
Mom having approved, with a little concern, contacted Ms. DeSalvo and
explained my story. Mom said it sounds OK. "But I just don't want you
to get hurt by someone who doesn't understand finding out about
your...well you know" Becky chimed in "Mrs. Tyler...look at
Molly!!!...she looks great...acts great and hell...she looks better
than half the girls in our class!!!" Becky always the supporter, I was
blushing. "Well..." Mrs. Tyler said "You still have to go over there
for an interview, and depending on that Ms. DeSalvo will make a
decision."
My mind started to whir as I thought "would should I wear" "what should
I say" what what what" as Becky grabbed me and said "Let's get you
ready!!!"
So upstairs again to my room as Becky and I began to plan my interview.
For this special moment I wanted to have by breast forms adhered to me.
Over the last year, I had come into possession of 3 sets of forms, all
B cup in size. Since they required some attention to cleaning off the
adhesive now and then, I had the back up pairs. I explained to Becky
how to spray on the adhesive and let it set before a second spray. In
the meantime I stripped and cleaned my hairless chest area with an
alcohol rub. Laying on my bed in just my panties, I instructed Becky
how to apply each form, positioning them and applying pressure for 2
minutes or so for a good hold. Becky of course made cute little
comments during the whole process.
With my boobs in place, I then selected new lingerie for the day. I
pulled out of my drawer a new Chantelle lace/satin cup bra and donned
it with natural ease. I also had the matching panty which I changed
into. The pantyliner in place did its usual job of smoothing out "that"
area...not that there was much to hide to begin with. Since I was going
for the interview at a dress shop, Becky and I thought hard over what
to wear. Not tooooo over done but enough style to let Ms. DeSalvo know
that I had some fashion sense for a teenager. So, after slipping into a
nice peach colored chemise to match my bra/panty set, we settled on a
nice pleated skirt and cotton shirt/blouse. Before getting dressed I
did my makeup in a subtle day tone. I did a modified updo hair style
with tendrils failing to the sides. Simple one strand thin necklace,
two bangle bracelets, 4mm pearl earrings and a simple fun ring and
ready to go.
Cramming my purse with ID info, money, cosmetics etc., Becky and I were
off to the shop. I drove as Becky kept filling me with things to
say...do this...do that...a pest but still a dear friend. Old Town is
one of those revival sections of town where an old series of Mills had
been converted into chic and not so chic shops. Ms. DeSalvo's shop
"Rememberances" was on the second floor. We entered and notice a busy
shop but only one person seeming to be working there. It was Ms.
DeSalvo... True to others descriptions in a simple long broom skirt and
peasant blouse, running in a tizzy trying to service everyone. When she
saw us, it seemed at first she thought "oh my another customer..." but
she then gave us both a wink and nodded to an area behind the register
that looked like an office. Getting the point, we both then went into
the office. Ms. DeSalvo would pop her head in 2 times saying "hold on
dears...just a customer or two more and I will get to you"... So after
about 30 minutes she plopped herself into the chair and began the " who
what where questions of an interview"
"Stand up dear" she said. I arose very conscious that I was now being
critiqued. "Mmmmm...not bad...not bad...you definitely would have
fooled me if 'someone' had not told me your true story." " But
honey...I sell style and presentation here and I don't care what you
use to pee with!" I did not know whether to be shocked or amused...but
catching on quickly I sensed Ms. DeSalvo was someone who was without a
care and giggled at the statement. " Good..."she said" I see that you
have a sense of humor also...Molly is it?" "And what about you",
looking at Becky, "Oh I'm just with her, I already have a job" blurted
out Becky. "well I could use two girls here, if you are interested"
"Molly...I know you will work out here...as I tend to think a 'girl'
like yourself sometimes has more fashion sense than most of the
teenagers out there." "I want to expand my line, also to attract
younger buyers...so...want the job???" Bounding to my feet I said
"YES!!" before I took full inventory of exactly what that meant.
"OK...start on Monday...please dress in the style you have shown me
today...simple preppy girl look...not too much makeup...not too many
pieces of jewelry etc." "That should give you 4 days to make sure you
have the right clothes for the job" "Thank you Ms.DeSalvo...thank
you...I want to make this work!!"
Arm in arm with Becky we left the shop. I turned to Becky and said "Do
I HAVE enough clothes in my wardrobe to make this work?" Laughing Becky
just simply said "Girl...let's do what we were born to do...SHOP!" The
rest of the day was spend going from shop to shop to buy at least 7
outfits...we tried Barneys Women shop to the ultra conservative women's
section of Brooks Brothers, trying to find the right look...it was
pencil skirts to plaid skirts...button down shirts to creamy sheer
blouses...and of course...shoes to match each outfit. Luckily I had
called Mom to explain and she OK'd running up the AMEX for the shopping
venture.
Back at my house Becky and I sorted out things...hung the clothes...
and collapsed on my bed. This was to be one fun summer. Not only could
I be Molly but I could work as Molly all summer. I doubted any of the
girls from my class would recognize me...but then again I really did
not care...i was not part of any special group from my class other than
girls who understood and knew of my issues...and I would not be seeing
them at college ...so my security in myself grew more and more knowing
I had to evolve. I had to push the envelope. My session with the
therapist that Friday was interesting. She was totally surprised that I
would take this step...another sign that fit in my transgenderist
profile...she approved and felt thought I may be rushing things...it
was within the clinical profile to do...and she said...you look and act
so much like a Molly that it was probably best for me to start living
my needs. At the end of the session she discussed, only for the point
of discussion, information on hormonal usage and what it meant and was
intended for. I let her know that that was probably an issue we would
have to talk about down the line, that I was not ready for such a
discussion now. She seemed pleased with my response as she entered
notes in my file.
Monday morning arrived. Having prepped the night before with hair etc.,
I was ready early that morning to get ready for work. Today was
special, so an early morning long soak in scented waters was just the
right ticket for this girl. The forms were still in place from re-
adhering another set the night before. Thought not perfect in that the
showed a seam, they felt like a natural part of me, I wished as I
soaked that they were real. Toweling off, I proceed to pick out
lingerie for the day. Always a gal for style, I picked a nice Wacoal
style bra, black with small scalloped edges around the top of the cups.
Nestling my boobs in the cups I fastened the bra as if this were the
only way to start my day. I then donned a pair of matching panties
called Body Suede by Wacoal that accented my cute butt. For that total
feel before pulling the panties tight, I placed a tampon in the most
appropriate spot for me to feel total for the day. Placing the
pantyliner as usual, I stared in the mirror as I had done many times
before at a cute teenage girl. Always the formal type, I then put on a
sexy black slip that dropped to the top on my thighs. I then pulled out
a new pair of pantyhose and worked the sensual material up my smooth
moisturized legs.
Sitting a t MY vanity, I now went to work on my makeup. Simple light
tans and browns for my eyes after copious attention to mascara,
eyeliner and brows in demure tones. Over the light foundation I had
applied, a hint of blush, followed by a rose shade of lipliner an
lipstick. I then stepped into my simple belted sheath dress with a
herringbone pattern and finished with simple 2" black suede pumps. One
last check in the mirror and downstairs I went for Mom's approval and
sendoff.
Over a light breakfast I caught Mom staring at me at times...after the
third time I said "What???" she simple said "You look so natural...so
confident...I just wish I could announce to the world that I have you
as a daughter." I said "heck Mom, telling Aunt Molly should do the
trick as she is always having a problem keeping s secret!!" Mom agreed
with a laugh and said "I just don't want you to get hurt...I want you
to have what you want...but it is such a big step with this job...I
mean this job as Molly, and..." Grabbing her hand "Mom...this is what I
want for now...this is what I need for now...let's just take it one
step at a time...this is a big step...but one I have to take". Her eyes
welled with tears as she pulled me close and said "I love you"
Nervous as hell, do I look ok, will I do ok, I waited for Ms. DeSalvo
to arrive as I waited outside the shop. A few 'hellos' 'good morning'
and some over the shoulder looks by some guys occupied me during the
wait. Finally Ms. DeSalvo arrived with "Honey...keep up that look and
you should do alright" "Let's get to work" We entered and I took the
next 30 minutes filling out so simple paper work. She then gave me the
grand tour explaining inventory, pricing etc. I was to act on the sales
floor and she would ring up sales. Slowly she would teach me the
in/outs of the register and how to input sales...
Finally the first customers started arriving, mostly women in these
early hours, browsing mostly. Then I had my first real customer...she
was in her 30's and looking for a nice blouse. I directed her to that
section making inquiry if the blouse was for formal/daytime/casual etc.
Settling on formal, she explained that it was to go with a long black
skirt that was slit on one side up to mid thigh. To be worn at the
country club type dinner. I then suggested a sheer nylon type blouse in
white with ruffles cuffs at the end of long sleeves. She commented that
it may be too sheer. I then suggested that she wear a nice lacy
bra/camisole with it to give that subtle yet alluring look. She seemed
to approve and asking if we carried lingerie, I gave frowning no but
quickly reminded her, with a smile that 'Angela's' on the third floor
carried a great line of lingerie especially the LaPerla brand which
would go great with this blouse.
She seemed hooked, but said she would love to see the look before she
made her decision. I ran over to Ms. DeSalvo and told her of my
customer's needs. She said "Go...run up to Angela and get some samples
and bring them down...just tell her who you work for and it should be
OK." So up the stairs I bounded to Angela's, mad my introduction and
was directed to pick what I thought was needed. What I thought was
needed?? Ha Ha, here I am on my first day and these women are letting
me make decisions on how to dress them. It felt so feminine, so right,
to be in this position.
I selected some of the Italiano line of LaPerla for the bras, nice and
lacy, wispy and feminine. I also selected some very feminine bras from
a line called Marks & Spencer that were equally lacy , but cost less-
yike!!!! The LaPerla brand were $200 for a bra, which I knew but forgot
when I recommend it to the customer. But...she had that look of wealth,
so what the heck. I also selected 3 styles of camisoles with plain look
and lacy looks. Returning with the lingerie in hand the customer took
it all to the dressing room to try everything. Somehow I picked the
right size. She appeared with the blouse on, not tucked into her cotton
slacks and asked my opinion. I said for a better look, lets gather the
material of the blouse up a bit to simulate it being tucked into the
skirt. We walked over to the mirror and showed her how it would appear.
With the material pulled slightly you could readily see the outlines of
the bra and camisole. The camisole almost matched the lacy of the
LaPerla bra and had spaghetti straps which almost mimicked the thin
straps of the bra. Turning side to side, a smile came to her face. "I
like...I really like this look...you have a sale." I explained to her
that she would have to purchase the lingerie upstairs. She gave a pout
and said "Can't you be a dear and get them to ring it p here? I'm in a
bit of a rush"
Ms. DeSalvo, monitoring my movements, overheard the comments and was on
the phone right away...she then walked over to me and mentioned that it
was OK to ring up the bra sale here. She whispered to me that Angela
had okay'd the sale and that we would settle up later. Returning to the
customer I said " For such a great customer who I KNOW will return in
the future...sure let's ring it all up here" Facing me she said " Why
thank you... Ms. Scandia and I most assuredly will return here since
you have been so accommodating...in fact let me purchase all the bras
you brought down and the camisoles." One big smile came over Ms.
DeSalvo as she rang up a bill of over $1,200.00 for the blouse and
lingerie. Angela had said to take a commission for selling it and maybe
an ongoing relationship if I could sell like that in the future.
As Ms. Scandia exited and new customers were to be serviced, Ms.
DeSalvo put her arm around me and said " you are a natural...this will
work out VERY nice".
At the end of the week I had learned a lot about women's retail
clothing. Becky was jealous (in a fun way) when I explained that I was
getting 50% discount a the shop for myself along with a similar 50%
discount at Angela's. Becky came over that Friday night and we changed
to go out on the town just to drive around and do what girls do with
their off time on summer months. I changed out of my Lauren skirt and
blouse, removing my slip and just wore bra and panties under jeans and
a cute top. Becky drove and we just chatted away about all things. I
got lost in my thought at times thinking...this is the way I should be
the rest of my life. What steps would I have to take to make this
permanent... what about college...I wish I could attend college as
Molly!!! The reverie ended as Becky came to a quick stop in the parking
lot. I ended my thoughts with the fact that my future sessions in
therapy would have to address this need...this ever growing need to be
Molly on a fulltime basis...beyond this dream of a summer.
Ps---if interested, I will continue with Molly's evolution which should
take us to college and the story of how Molly coped...and grew...
Yvette
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