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My summer of 1988 had been a great growth period as Molly. With the
acceptance by my employer to work as Molly, the persona as Molly was
totally replacing a form I had never understood completely in the past,
that is, the form as a male. With Mom's total understanding of my needs, at
first difficult, she became an ally in my onward venture. The final breakup
of her marriage to dad was related to many other issues, yet I always
thought my lifestyle may have been a component. Our dad just continued his
career without missing a step, but now fulltime in London, Mom receiving
the benefit of the house in Westport, a healthy alimony and my sister and I
adequate child support til we were out of college. He did slowly become
aware of my issues over time, never accepted them and abandoned me in
spirit, except that nice check every quarter. But then again I may be
jumping ahead in my bio, but just wanted to clarify what happened on that
front.
My summer was filled with a healthy experience of working and earning a
paycheck. I had to laugh, as over the first 2 weeks I had some difficulty
with the payroll checks as they were initially made out to "Michael" Tyler.
Going to the bank I got a few stares now and then with the deposit, as I
presented myself as Molly 24/7 during that time. Ms DeSalvo corrected that
little problem after 2 weeks by just placing the name "M. Tyler" on the
checks thereafter. Money, clothes, friends, freedom - what more could a
girl ask for!!!!!
The start of my freshman year of college loomed and there were needs to be
addressed. The student they expected was "Michael" not Molly, so, plans had
to be developed. I was to attend the University of Vermont, the same school
as my sister. No one else from my class was going there, so it would be one
of the 'fresh' starts everyone looks for. The comfort of having my sister
close by, at least for one year, would help. She lived off campus in a
condo my mother had purchased as an investment. I was doomed to the first
year in a dorm......a roommate.......and male too boot. The thoughts of a
stifled life not being Molly 24/7 caused a little depression. Mom and I
went over the plans and need to protect myself, until other arrangements
could be made.
I had to laugh when working with Mom on this plan, as by august, I had the
face/complexion/mannerisms that shouted female. How was I to handle this
outward visage with a male roommate and others in the dorm. Luckily, it was
a co-ed dorm with male-female alternating from floor to floor. It was one
of the more progressive dorms on campus, so it tended to attract a more
liberal mindset......or at least parents who were liberal and allow their
child to live in that environment.
The yuck part of preparing, was that I now had to buy guy style clothes to
work on the charade. It is funny that I thought that portraying myself as a
male was now the charade in my life. Mom and I shopped for
slacks/shirts/jackets etc. that had a more neutral/androgynous look. Oh how
I did not look forward to not being able to dress day to day as Molly!!!!
Our plan was to keep a few of Molly's things in my dorm room, but keep the
majority at my sister's condo. She had a roommate who was eventually
briefed on my status so things would work out on that end.
The last week was a blur. I stopped working at the shop 1 ? weeks before
school, so I could have a little room to plan and have last minute fun
before heading off to college. One fun day was a trip to NYC on the train
with my aunt Molly (the one from whom I took my name) for a girl's day of
shopping. Aunt Molly was a hold over from those wonderful 60's and still
had her hippy outlook on life. From the time she first learned of Molly, up
to then, she was one of my best supporters. So it was Me, Aunt Molly, Mom
and BethAnn, my sister, off to the city early in the day for shopping, with
a plan to stay overnight and catch a play and return late the next day.
My mother must have said something to Aunt Molly as she showed up in
typical suburban Connecticut chic attire, as the rest of us had planned. I
settled on a nice Lauren look. The preparation was always fun. I adopted
the Molly persona in overdrive at time!!! The night before it was attention
to grooming, after a nice scented bath, I plucked those stray eyebrow
hairs, shaved the legs slowly and smoothly, all the while moisturizing and
primping to be ready in the morning. With hair pinned up to be ready, the
nights dreams centered on a recurring theme......Molly.....as a
woman......as a woman in my own mind's eye and that of others completely.
The dreams did start to develop with fantasies of dating, closeness with
males and the dream of being a bride....but then again, what are dreams for
but to dream.....except later in life my growing need for men would emerge
-a story for another time.
The next morning, it was up and about as I got dressed and ready to catch
the late morning train with others. I was a little sad as the breast forms
that I had been using were starting to cause a little rash, from tooo much
adhesive use. Oh I longed for the thought of having my own breasts....full
and perky as these forms provided. So it was necessary to use one of my
other set of forms, but no adhesive that day. Pulling out a fresh bra from
my drawer I was quick with its placement and immediate need to have the
forms in place to have the feel of breasts. I was a sucker for nice
lingerie. From working with Ms. DeSalvo that summer, I had acquired a taste
for lingerie in the high end category. Drawers full of bras and panties
from Wacoal, Chantelle, Marks & Spencer(English) etc. and my one bow to
luxury, a nice bra a panty set from LaPerla. I love the style and feel of
Wacoal bras, even though they had a pricey cost.
Sitting at my vanity in white bra/panties and short lacy chemise I worked
on my makeup to make myself presentable. This was to be a nice light look
for the day - a light brown to the eyebrows and tans/pastels mixed and
shaded for the eyes and light on the foundation and blush. Simple off-pink
lipliner and lipstick to complete the look. Into the closet I pulled out my
outfit for the day. A simple Lauren navy pleated skirt, touching just above
the knee topped with a creamy off-white blouse. Just nice 2" pumps for
shoes, demure jewelry of earring, single gold strand necklace, one ring
each hand..... and off to meet Mom and sis for a light breakfast.
Sis had a bit of tomboy in her but she rallied that day with her own looks
of a nice a-line skirt and blouse with Mom opting for the tailored suit
look. Aunt Molly arrived with a similar styled suit and off to the train we
went. For ladies, a trip into NYC, a normal sight on the Metro north train
system. We had all packed our own version of that "LBD" little black dress,
as we would be going to the theatre that evening. There was also packed for
myself, a nice long silky nightgown and slacks and blouse for the next
day's shopping venture and return ride home.
We arrived at Grand Central Station toting our little overnight bags out to
catch a cab. Four women gabbing away as the driver left us off at the Plaza
Hotel, a favorite of Mom and Aunt Molly. We had a mini-suite with 2
bedrooms, sis and I occupying one of the rooms. Dumping off our bags,
refreshing our makeup it was off to help support the local NYC economy with
shopping on 5th Ave, Madison and 57th Street, and other side trips here and
there. So much fun, buying a dress here, a blouse there, some essential
jewelry purchases at Tiffanys, ending in 4 women with tired feet. Back to
the hotel it was time for a little 4:00pm tea in the Oak room while Mom
and Aunt Molly had their martinis. It was then up to the rooms to rest and
get ready for the evening.
A nice nap was followed by a soothing bath. My sister always complaining
that I lingered longer in the bath than any other girl she knew. Black the
attire for the evening, it was a black bra and panties I immediately
donned, needing that feel of the breast forms!!! Sitting down to do my
makeup it was a change to a nice smokey series of grays and light black
combinations for my eyes for that sultry evening look. BethAnn emerged from
her bath and made me sooooo jealous, as I saw her prance around the room,
boobs bouncing before putting on her bra. Again the thoughts of my own
breasts filled me as I sat there dreaming for that day to come.
Makeup complete, I then paid attention to my hair. A nice simple updo for
that night with wisps of hair falling to the sides - my favorite look.
Pearls for the ears and single strand of pearls for the necklace. Again a
nice cocktail ring for my right hand and a nice fake diamond ring for my
left......a way to keep the boys at bay!!!! This being an evening in black,
I decided to go very femme and opted for stockings and garter belt. My
sister just laughed as she saw me beginning to slowly pull up the silky
light black stocking on my first leg and attach the lacy welt to the
garters.
"What??" I said.
"You are just so feminine in everything you do Molly"!! she said. "But....I
love it...and love you as a sister."
Finishing with the second stocking and standing there I did a little mock
wiggle and dance for BethAnn, both of us breaking out in laughter. I then
stepped into a nice black cocktail style dress by Nicole Miller. Nice
smooth lines with 3-4 inch wide straps over the shoulder, and the hem
ending just at the knee. One little twirl again for sis exposed my
stockings and garters - noting I would be a nice girl for the evening and
keep my undies from being exposed. Sis wore a similar LBD and we both had
opted for strappy heels of about 3". We played with each other by
spritizing each with an appropriate amount of Channel No. 5 (perfume of
course). We met Mom and Aunt Molly in the Suite living room and chatted
briefly as we sized each other up on what we were wearing. Mom just hugged
me as she said I looked beautiful.
Off to the theatre district for a pre-play drink.....Mom letting me have a
white wine.....taking in all that is NYC and the theatre crowd has to
offer. It was there at Sardi's restaurant that a "mini-outing" occurred.
While sipping our drinks, a friend who I recognized walked up to us. Mrs.
Nelson, was a member of my parents country club and was in town for the
theatre with a group of her own friends. Mom, always the gracious one,
stood and greeted Mrs. Nelson with the social peck on the cheek.
She then turned and said, "Alice... you know my sister Molly... and you
know my daughters BethAnn and Molly."
Oooops!!! I could see the raised eyebrows on Mrs. Nelson just after I
sensed Mom wanting to take back the last portion of her statement about her
'daughters'. As Mrs Nelson had a girl who attended by old high school, but
a year younger, she knew Mom did not have TWO daughters!!!! Well.... the
little stammering and stunted response of Mrs. Nelson did not go unnoticed
by anyone in our little group as BethAnn and I stood to take her hand and
say hello. Fear mixed with laughter must have been our expression as Mrs.
Nelson withdrew shortly thereafter, a puzzled, but calculating look on her
own face. Back to her own group, we could see Mrs. Nelson look back to us
on occasion with that raised eyebrow look of "Boy do I have something to
tell Jane when I get home......and others...." as Mrs. Nelson was a bit of
a wag with the gossip around the country club. Lucky for me I was never
much for use of the club. But the word would get out... the word would get
around......
We enjoyed the play -for the life of me I can't remember the name - and had
a late light dinner back at Sardi's. We decided to walk the 6-7 blocks back
the The Plaza so we could do a little more window shopping along 5th
Avenue. Just 4 giggling women as we wound our way back to the hotel,
looking at the store fronts and plans to shop a little more before we took
the train in the early afternoon. Back in our suite, it was quick to change
out of our heels. Sis had told Mom about my sexy undies so Mom, with a
little giddiness from the martinis, insisted I model my lingerie for her
and Aunt Molly. Taking off my dress, I put on one of those nice big fluffy
robes and entered the living room of the suite... doing my best imitation
of stripper music as I teased our little group with peeks here and there
til I exposed myself in bra/panties/garters & stockings letting the robe
fall from its draped position on my shoulders. We all had a great
laugh.....with Aunt Molly asking where she could get a similar lacy garter
that I was wearing.
The next day it was simple linen slacks and a blouse to wear, for last
minute shopping before we caught the train. The train ride back was a quiet
one as we all jumped into Mom's car at the station. While stopped at a
light, Mom looked in the mirror at me with burning eyes. After the light
turned green she made a left instead of heading to our house along the
water.
She just said, "Honey... the hell with Mrs. Nelson....are you game? Let's
just go to the club and have some fun!!!"
Arriving at the club, frequented by Connecticut Old Money types and those
who think they have it, we went to the bar for a final drink. No....Mrs.
Nelson was not there......but I am sure she had made a gaggle of calls to
her friends. A few curious stares.....but nothing unusual....
As she approached the bartender and said, "Martini's for me and my
sister" ..... "And white wine for my TWO daughters!"
The bartender didn't bat an eye as he didn't know one members daughter from
the other....but...... two women....friends of Mrs. Nelson at another table
did point in my direction, before being caught. My outing was starting in
earnest.....not how I had planned....not that I had a plan.....but I felt
comfortable.....I was Molly.....I was meant to be Molly.....and I had
support from my Mother.
Ps: I laugh as this journey for me was an early step and there is so much
to tell-I hope you are not bored as I plow forward with my bio here - hope
to move into to college experience when I can get some more time to type -
thanks
Nadene
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