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The Friendly Skies (Part One) By Veronica Vale I felt the guilt and shame coursing through me throughout the entire drive to the office park. And of course, there was the ever-present feeling that I still had time to turn around, to not go through with what I was about to sign on for. At every red light, I thought about tossing the driver a hundred dollar bill and then just getting out of the cab and running. As we pulled up to the office plaza, I let out a sigh. I somehow summoned the resolve to tell myself that what I was about to do...was the first thing I would ever do for myself....after living my life for others. And the guilt I was feeling....would not matter anymore in a few days. Plus, I still had time to back out....I was just here to talk, to get the process started. I could still walk away. I entered the building and took the elevator the fourth floor. I walked past the standard assortment of specialized medicine offices and towards the end of the hallway to my destination, Suite 442.... Chrysalis, Inc. I let out a deep breath and nervously entered the office. I had expected to enter into a traditional waiting room, but was surprised to see that the room was more of an opulent lounge with three plush pink couches and a fireplace. A woman was seated on one of the couches, drinking coffee and reading a magazine. She saw me standing unsurely in the doorway and immediately stood up. "Hi!" she exclaimed enthusiastically. "Molly?" I blushed upon hearing that. No one had ever called me that in real life before. "Uh...well...." I stammered. "Travis," she said. "I can call you whatever you want. What do you want me to call you?" "I don't.....I don't really know...." I said quietly. "Oh, honey," she said coming over to me. "It's okay! Nothing to be ashamed about here. Here....we were all once just like you. Here, you're normal....and the boys who don't want to be girls are the freaks." I looked her over. She was dressed in a striking magenta leather one- piece dress with a very short cut at the skirt. Her legs, which led down to a sparkly magenta pair of heels, were encased in tight beige pantyhose. She had long auburn hair and sported a huge silver statement necklace. She was femininity personified and I found myself immediately being drawn to her. "Okay," I said, nodding. "I'm just....nervous," I chuckled. "With very good reason," she agreed. "And that's why I'm here. Right now, we are just here to talk. You can walk out anytime, okay?" "Okay, I appreciate that," I said. "Of course!" she said soothingly. "We should sit down. Please have a seat." I flopped onto one of the couches and watched her as she elegantly sat and crossed her legs. I chuckled nervously. "I guess....I'm not very ladylike, heh...." "Oh, honey, don't worry about it. I'm not judging any of that. If you decide you want to go through with it, that all takes care of itself." I exhaled. "Okay. So, you must be Monica?" "Yes, sorry," she giggled. "I am. At least for the last six years. Before that I was....Roger," she said frowning. I looked her over and my heart began to race. There was nothing male about her. I gulped. "Wow. I mean...." "So yeah. This is what we are talking about here," she said. "I was a lot like you. And I am truly happy now. I'm who I am supposed to be." I shook my head in disbelief. "It's incredible. You look so....I mean, I would never know...." "Right? We do good work here! And I love being a woman! Love it, love it, love it. Soooo, can I call you Molly?" I nodded. "Uh...yeah, okay...I mean, even though I'm not dressed up...." "Molly, don't worry about any of that. I get it. We all get it. You are among people who truly understand you and I think this might be the first time in your life that anyone has said that to you, right?" "Yeah," I said quietly. "When....I heard about the program, it just sounded like....what I always wanted. Is that wrong?" "Honey, no," said Monica calmly. "No. You were born male, but you've always secretly wanted to be female like many many people before you. You want to beautiful, to wear pretty clothes, to be girly. And you are naturally submissive and right now you are ashamed of that. You've been told that it's wrong to be submissive so you feel guilt and shame. What our program does....is help you embrace your submissiveness. And to live your life utilizing it so you are appreciated for it." I looked at her. She was so confident, so reassuring. And it was like I had waited my whole life to hear what she was telling me. "I just feel like....I'm giving up....that I should try harder...." "That's natural. But...the fact that you are here. That should tell you what you really want. Would you like to be wearing what I'm wearing now, sweetie?" "Yes," I said nervously. I had never admitted that to anyone in real life before. "How often do you dress up, Molly?" It was still strange to hear someone calling me by that name. "I don't know. Whenever I can. Once a week." "And no one in your friends or family know you want to be a girl?" "No," I said. "They'd kill me." She slid closer to me. "I came from the same sort of situation. I remember the guilt, the shame....the humiliation. Here's the thing though. Once the process is complete, all that goes away immediately. You'll be....a different person with a different life. The people who you are worried about finding out....they won't matter anymore. Travis will be gone....and so too will all his guilt and self- loathing. In its place will only be.....bliss, self-assurance....and beauty." I looked down and contemplated what she was saying. "That sounds incredible." She smiled. "It is. I'm so proud to be part of Chrysalis and getting to help young ladies like yourself find themselves." "It's like...I still feel like I should be fighting it. Like I should be...." She cut me off. "You should be in a mall with two of your best girlfriends trying on different shades of lipstick at the MAC counter. That's where you should be and you know it." I felt the tingles as she took a more stern tone with me and framed the conversation in the form of a command. "Yes, ma'am....I do...I do know that. I'm sorry," I said softly. "Good girl," she said confidently. "See? You're perfect for us. Highly submissive. Very submissive, indeed." I blushed and fidgeted, feeling like I had just let down my guard. She continued. "So let me just fill you in on the background of Chrysalis. It started ten years ago when the CEO for TransGlobo Airlines, a man named Ryan VanEvry, took a flight in the coach cabin on his own airline. He was flying in a sort of 'undercover boss' capacity. On that flight, he received incredible in-flight service from a beautiful stewardess, so much so that he wanted to give her a slight raise after the flight. As he was authorizing the pay increase, he was told that the flight attendant was a transsexual and thusly he became intrigued. He learned all about trans women and how they are naturally passive, overly feminine and naturally people-pleasing. He began to theorize that if his entire flight crew was staffed by beautiful trans women, he would have the edge over all the other carriers with regards to customer service. It seemed far-fetched, but Ryan VanEvry was determined to see his vision through, and Chrysalis was born as a recruiting mechanism....to build the perfect crew of flight attendants for his airline. We find young men who dream of becoming women and we turn them into what they've always wanted to be. In return, the new women go to work for the airline industry and use their natural beauty and submissiveness to become the perfect flight attendant." "I know," I said. "The few times I've been on an airplane....I always noticed....how.....how...." "How girly the flight attendants are?" "Yeah," I said. "I couldn't take my eyes off them." "I know," said Monica delightedly. "It's one of the few jobs where you get to be a living doll! The more makeup and jewelry, the better.....and OMG, the outfits can be soooo cute." I blushed again. "I'm interested, let's say that." She smiled. "I know you are, sweetie. But we're still talking. Anyhow, the other part of the equation is that airlines struggle with turnover in the flight attendant position. Many stewardesses burn out, can't keep up with the pace, miss being home. Our girls....the airline is their home. They become sisters, and they are there for one another at all times. They have no other ambition or goal in life other than to be pretty girls and to serve others. So we started Chrysalis to provide a new life for girls like you who were born into the wrong body, and to provide exemplary customer service to the airline passengers. If you agree to join us, we promise to give you a gorgeous female body and face and to condition you to the point where acting feminine is beyond second nature to you. You get to be the girl you always wanted to be. In return, you will fly six days a week for thirty years receiving no pay. You will belong to the airline as an indentured servant. However, your conditioning will be such that you will not view flying as work, rather as your calling. You will look forward to work because you live to be pretty, live to serve and love making people happy. And, this is the best part, Molly. For your off day every week, you will stay at our flight attendant boutiques with other girls like you. There you will have access to all the feminine finery you want for a day.....racks of pretty dresses, makeup, jewelry and accessories. You can step out of the flight attendant uniform one day a week and turn yourself into whatever woman you want to be, just like you do now.....only you'll be soooo much better at it. You and the other girls will have so much fun playing dress up and being girls. If you want to go out to the mall or out to dinner and dancing, you go! The airline gives you an expense account so you can indulge your shopping and dancing impulses once in a while. To date, we've turned over two hundred lost boys into gorgeous women who are living the life they always dreamed of. Not one has expressed regret. And TransGlobo has consistently been the highest rated carrier for customer service for the last seven years." I looked at Monica as she confidently explained it all to me. She was everything I wanted to be....feminine, stylish and confident in her womanhood. Sitting here in this office, I felt more at home in the last ten minutes than I ever had in twenty-seven years with my family. "It's a lot to think about," I said after a little time passed. "I still can't believe I'm considering doing this to be honest. I mean, once I say yes....there's no going back....that's my life." She nodded. "But what a wonderful, beautiful life. I can tell you I have no regrets. Only that I wish I had done it sooner." "But you don't fly?" She shook her head. "There are a few of us who work on the ground, recruitment and training. But that won't be you. TransGlobo has added thirty-five new routes this year and we need girls in the air. So you certainly won't be alone....we will have at least a hundred new girls before the year is over." I nodded and bounced my knee nervously. "I....I don't know still...." "Molly....when you dress up, what do you do? Tell me about how it goes." "I mean, I don't know. I put on the makeup first and then get into the clothes and just kind of talk to myself in the mirror." "And what do you say to yourself?" "Um, you know....that I'm a girl....that....um, I don't know...." "It's okay, honey. That all sounds so familiar. I can only tell you that you sound a lot like me. I was scared to take the leap. And now....look at me." "I know," I said softly. "I just need time.....to think...." "Molly," said Monica softly. "Do you wear much jewelry when you dress up?" "Not really," I said. "I have a cheap little heart necklace I bought at the department store once. I said it was for a girlfriend and I was still so embarrassed....I knew they could see right through me." "Oh, that's normal, dear," said Monica. "Well, our girls tend to be way into accessories you see. They are programmed to believe that jewelry is the ultimate way to show the world that you love being a girl. It's acceptance of womanhood. It tells the world, 'I love being a girl'. Does that make sense?" "Yeah, it does," I said. "I just never thought about it like that...." Monica produced from her purse a small box. "Well, as you know, I am one of those girls too. And I love shopping for and wearing pretty jewelry as much as anyone." With that, she opened the box to reveal a gigantic silver and diamond ring. "This....this ring here, is my favorite. Isn't it pretty? So big, so feminine. Whenever I'm wearing it, I can always feel it on my hand, constantly reminding me that I'm a girl now." She slipped it on to her finger and I could see her even shudder a little bit. "See?" purred Monica. "Isn't it soooo amazing to look at? Wouldn't you like to wear something so pretty....every day?" I marveled at the gorgeous piece and took in what she was saying. In this new life I could wear pretty things like this all the time! She looked so powerful with it on.....I began to shudder as she moved the ring closer to me. "Just look at it, Molly. Watch it sparkle. Watch it dance......it's soooooo pretty isn't it?" "Yes," I said. "It looks great on you...." "Keep looking, Molly. Keep letting the pretty diamond sparkle and draw you in. So pretty....so warm and relaxing. You can see all the colors of the spectrum now, can't you? And my voice, so relaxing too. That's it....just keep looking.....gooooood...." I found myself becoming content to look at her gorgeous ring. I was experiencing the same kind of tingles surging through me whenever I dressed up and looked at myself in the mirror. Looking at how pretty Monica was, how incredibly powerful she looked in her amazing leather dress, her long magenta nails now directly in front of me. It was like a dream come true. I wanted to be just like her so badly. "Don't be afraid. Let us help you," purred Monica. Could she hear my thoughts? How did she.... "Don't worry, sweetie. It's out of your hands now. We're making the decision for you so you don't have to worry." With that I heard a quick release of air and then felt the intense prick in my arm. "Yow!" I said when I felt the momentary intense pain. I looked down to see a dart stuck in my bicep and immediately jumped to my feet. But almost as quickly, my legs gave way and I was back on the couch again. Monica hovered over me. "It's done, sweetie. You see, we go through this all the time....someone like you comes in, hems and haws for a few hours and then decides not to go through with it, only to come back in a couple months and do the same thing again before finally making the decision for real the third time. We're just....done wasting our time. We know you'll go through with it eventually, so why waste our time?" "I....I....wait....please, I was...." Monica sat down and began caressing my head gently. "Molly, just close your eyes and don't fight it. Soon you'll be a girl.....and you'll love it....it's what's best, sweetie...." As I was feeling my eyes struggle to stay open, I heard some footsteps from behind us and then a man's voice....."Like shooting fish in a barrel...." I felt so....powerless. The man's voice echoed through my head on repeat. "Like shooting fish in a barrel". Each time, it seemed a little bit louder, a little bit more resolute. Each time I found myself wanting to hear it again. There was something about his voice that was making me feel overcome with emotion and tingly feelings all through my body. I thought I could see some nice wingtip shoes and some crisp-pressed slacks coming around the corner before my eyes finally shut. The man was an airline pilot, I could tell that just from a brief glance at his shoes and pant legs. The man had just shot me with a tranquilizer dart and I was now powerless because of him. His voice was stern, confident, warm and almost playful as it echoed through my head...."Like shooting fish in a barrel...". Over and over again, I was bathing in the power of his words, his strong masculine voice. I was feeling myself swimming in a sea of musky, masculine authority and as I took another stroke, I noticed my hand in front of my face. I had a delicate soft pink color on my nails and I was wearing the same diamond ring that Monica was wearing just a moment ago! It all felt.....sooo right...... I did a tumble around in the wonderful sea of this man's voice and looked to see the figure of a man in full pilot attire standing above the surface on the water's edge. I marveled as his big strong hand with a giant man's college ring from West Point on it came into the water and proceeded to grasp me and pull me quickly to the surface. I came to in another room, tired and groggy, but aware that I had been asleep. "There she is," I heard a woman's voice say. "Wha.....where am I?" I said. The sound of my voice startled me. It was much much higher. "It's done, Molly. You're a girl now, just like you wanted." I rolled over and look at my arm. Indeed my arm was much smaller, though my skin much darker brown. I looked and saw that my fingernails were long and painted pink. I slumped back and tried to remember everything that had happened. In a few seconds, it all came back to me. "I.....I went through with it?" "Yes," said the woman. "And you came through wonderfully. Everything checks out normal." I turned around to see a woman in medical attire standing nearby. She was going over the readouts on a screen nearby but she took the time to smile at me. "You're beautiful, by the way. I can let you see yourself....or wait until Monica gets here in a few minutes." I felt the pace of my breathing begin to pick up. I was feeling out the dimensions of my new body in real time and I then noticed the locks of long hair cascading around my head that were not there earlier. "Um....I....don't know," I said still in shock at the sound of my feminine voice. "I think I will wait." "Of course, Molly. She'll be here any minute. Til then just keep resting." I reached up and pulled a lock of my hair in front of my face. It was a long thick auburn mane....similar to Monica's hair. And I was definitely thrown off by the much darker complexion that my skin had. I heard a knock at the door and saw Monica standing there. She was now dressed in a pink Angora sweater, so it was clear that some time had passed. "Ohhhhh, my, you are just darling," she shrieked. "Perfection!" I felt my heart begin to race. "Can she sit up, Dr. Venus?" asked Monica. "Of course," said the doctor. "She's in perfect condition. She's in your charge now, Mistress Monica. I immediately felt a sense of belonging to this new life as I heard them talk. I was feeling like I was a part of this community of women and that there was nothing to fear. "Come, Molly. Oh my god, you are too cute. Here, careful, hon.....take my hand, let's get you over to the mirror." I carefully placed my feet on the ground and noticed that they too were much smaller and had pink polish on the toes. I took Monica's hand and we walked a few paces to the mirror. It took me a few seconds to process it all, but apparently, I was the gorgeous brown haired, green-eyed girl in the hospital gown standing next to her. My face was unrecognizable to my previous one.....it was coming from a completely different gene pool. It didn't take long before my sense of self kicked and I realized that....this was me! I shuddered as Monica pulled the gown off of me to reveal my full and rotund breasts....and the pelvic area where there was nothing now but a nice triangular bush of hair. I was....the ultimate female. It was not long before the tears started streaming down my face and I saw myself getting emotional in the mirror. I was a beautiful girl! And one with female emotions that were now just kicking in. "There, Molly," purred Monica. "You're just beautiful, girl. Have a good cry, sweetie.....let it all out...." "Oh my god," I whispered. "I can't believe it," I said now sobbing uncontrollably. "You love it don't you?" "YESSSS!" I said practically bawling now. Through my tears I was still taking in how incredible I looked. "I'm sorry...." I said trying to wipe my tears. "Honey, don't be!" said Monica. "You're a girl now. Crying is a big part of it.....you can cry all you want now, sweetie. Just let it happen." "I know!" I said. "I am." We both laughed. Monica hugged me and I pulled in close to her. "Are you upset at me for doing this to you?" "I don't know," I sniffled. "No. No, I'm happy." "Good," she said. "I knew you would be. Dr. Venus saw to it that you would be." "Saw to it?" I asked still wiping tears away. "Yes. You've been totally reprogrammed, Molly. You have a lot going on in your head now that you didn't have before. And you're okay with that, aren't you?" I thought about what she was saying. I was part of something bigger than me and I was turned into this beautiful girl to serve a purpose for a major airline carrier. They wanted and needed me to be a certain way and they made sure of it. It made perfect sense. "Yes," I said. "I....am starting to understand." "Excellent," said Monica. "Now, you'll come with me and we'll start getting you ready your training. You still have so much to learn." I looked at myself one more time in the mirror. I was naturally beautiful....but I could feel myself aching to see what I would look like with makeup and clothes and jewelry. I looked at Monica and saw what was possible. "Teach me," I said with a coy smile. Monica looked at me happily. "Yes, Molly. With pleasure." I stood in Monica's bedroom and gazed at myself in my pink bra and panties. I watched as my eyelids fluttered and I twisted back and forth inspecting my new curvy body. "Beautiful," I heard Monica say. "Now, let's doll you up." "Okay," I said softly. It all felt like a dream, to be in this beautiful body and having access to Monica's vast wardrobe. "Molly, I want you to wear whatever you like. We need to check your programming. Just pick what outfit you like the most, then go sit at the vanity and make yourself over. Finally, my jewelry is in those closets over there. When you're done, we'll see if your the correct fashion preferences came over." I felt a twinge of nervousness shoot through me. "Oh!" I said, bringing my hand to my mouth instinctively. "What if...I don't get it right?" Monica smiled warmly. "You will, sweetie. Don't worry. Just take your time and wear what you think says 'Molly' more than anything." "Okay," I said closing my eyes. "And don't worry, take your time. The process of dolling up should take at least an hour. Enjoy it. It's such a feminine experience. This is one of the best parts of being a woman." I nodded and exhaled and stepped into her enormous closet. It was a never ending rack of feminine finery. "Oh my God, Monica. It must be sooooo fun....to be you," I giggled. "Not gonna lie," she giggled back. I ran my fingers across the racks of dresses and blouses. "How did you....get this position?" "I was the first girl turned by Chrysalis. Simple as that. I like that you are making small talk by the way." "What? Oh, thank you. I like...to talk is all," I said instinctively. "So do I. Must be a girl thing," said Monica. We both giggled. My hand came to a stop on a one-piece purple dress with a long skirt made out of a shiny smooth fabric. There was a large neck line which lent itself to wearing a huge necklace. I felt myself gravitating towards it. I looked along the line a few times but just found myself fixated on this particular dress, as it was the shade of purple that was drawing me to it. "I like this," I said, looking back at Monica. "One of my faves. You will look stunning in it." Before I knew it, I had wriggled into the dress and felt the familiar ecstasy of the way pretty girly clothes feel when they envelop and hug every curve of your body. I was feeling....like me. I gathered my hair together and then turned quickly to the vanity to see how I looked in the dress. I squealed in delight when I saw my reflection. "All right," I said playfully. "Let's get our pretty on!" I began to rummage through the drawer of foundations and powders and was about to start with that as I always did when I suddenly stopped myself. "Oh....I should....do my eyes first in case there is eye shadow fallout, right?" Monica shrugged. "Sounds right to me." I switched to the eyeshadow drawer and pulled out some purples, blacks and silvers. "Yep. That's new. Never did that before. Huh....how silly boys can be sometimes." Monica smiled. "You were never a boy, Molly. Remember that." "Well, I'm certainly not now," I said as I glided the black eyeshadow onto my lid. "And I have you to thank for that. I'm soooooo thankful you made the decision for me, Mistress Monica." "I thought you might like it," she said. "Molly, you're just getting started. There are hundreds of other girls just like us. We all share the same experience. We are all sisters." I switched to the purple shadow. "I am sooooo excited to meet them and learn from them!" "Every one of them has been seated where you are now. Giving herself her first makeover as a real woman. It's such an exciting time for you, Molly!" I finished with my eyes and then moved instinctively to foundation and setting it with powder. I loved feeling the soft brush against my cheeks....so soft and tingly against my face. Looking at myself applying the powder with such a big brush made me feel so feminine. I then moved to penciling my eyebrows. "I never thought to do this before either. There's definitely something different going on in my head." "There's a lot different going on in your head, Molly." Said Monica. "You've been perfected. You've been given all the skills you need to make yourself hypnotically beautiful every day, consistently. If our flight attendants are the most beautiful, then more people will want to fly with TransGlobo. It's as simple as that." "Yes," I said. "It makes all the sense in the world. Chrysalis has given me the ultimate gift of womanhood and I must repay by providing excellent service and looking my best....every day." Monica smiled. "Of course, dear. I knew you'd....understand. You've been re-programmed to think that. And that doesn't bother you, does it?" I turned to Monica. "Do you see this face? I'm fucking gorgeous. That's all I care about, baby." "Well!" giggled Monica. "A little bit of sass too. And so early into the conversion. My, you are going to be a special one, Molly." My face was nearly made up the way I was envisioning. I only had to apply some lip color and I would be done. I nearly fainted when I opened the drawer with the lipsticks and saw how many different shades Monica had. But it was not long before I knew that I had to go with a color called Violet Rain.....it was somewhere between a purple and a dark red and I knew that it would go perfectly with my dress. As I leaned in to the mirror, I made eye contact with myself. My green eyes were so radiant and they were certainly popping after the work I had done. As I stared into my eyes, I felt like I was making the first real connection with myself. I was Molly now....not the boy who called himself Molly when he put on a frumpy dress from the Goodwill and a ratty unkempt wig....but the real Molly. I was authentically female now, in mind, body and soul. And it felt so....right. I glided the lipstick onto my lips and made sure to pucker and preen once it was applied. I turned to Monica and smiled. "Do I pass?" "Expertly done, Molly. Very tasteful, glamorous, and just reined in enough so you are not approaching drag queen." "Thank you, Monica. I want to keep practicing." "You have your whole life to practice, girl. Putting on makeup is what girls do." I gazed at myself on in the mirror, wearing my pretty dress and my eyes and lips popping. I could feel the confidence swelling up inside me with each passing second. I looked fabulous, but it was time to take it to the next level. "Monica, where do you keep your hair stuff?" "Right over there," she said smiling and pointing to another dresser and mirror. Within moments I was working furiously to weave and pin up my long auburn hair into a well-orchestrated and stylish bun, making sure a couple locks flowed freely on each side of my face. Then, to set it, I found a giant silver butterfly hair clip that I put in place just on the left side of the bun. "There," I said, feeling satisfied. "Oh my god, that's satisfying." "And so glamorous," said Monica. "I think I already know the answer, but did you ever do anything like that to your hair before we converted you?" "No way! In a million years I wouldn't have been able to do this." I turned my neck from side to side, inspecting the work I had done. I felt like a work of art. "Such a stylish girl you are. Now Molly, I think you love being a girl right about now, am I right?" "Uh....yeah," I said giggling. "Yes, sweetie. And do you remember what I said to you in my office right before we took you in for conversion. About what girls do to let the world know they love being girls?" I thought back and then smiled. "Jewelry. Jewelry tells the world I love being a girl." Monica motioned to a vast armoire on the other side of the room. I opened the doors and the inside revealed a sea of silver and sparkly gems. There were so many options, my head was spinning. "Take your time, Molly," said Monica. "The jewelry a girl selects should be representative of her feelings and her emotions on that particular day. Ask yourself how you feel now, Molly." "Happy," I said. "Very happy. Lucky. And even....loved." "Awww," purred Monica. "Loved by...me?" "Well yes, but.....I meant....loved by...myself. For the first time ever....I love.....myself...." I felt myself start to tear up. "Oh sweetie!" said Monica. "That's so sweet." She ran over to give me a hug. "I think...I'm gonna cry a lot," I said sniffling. "I think that's gonna be a thing with me." "It is with most of us," admitted Monica. "And you're only just starting to feel out your new emotions, sweetie. "I love it!" I sniffled. "I love being....vulnerable." Monica smiled. "I'm not supposed to say this before you've shown me what jewelry you pick out, but I think it's safe to say the reprogramming was a success. You picked the right dress, did your makeup and hair the way you were supposed to. And you had your emotional breakdown due to happiness along the way. It all looks good." I composed myself and said confidently and rapidly. "The stacked silver flower chandelier earrings and the giant silver flower statement necklace. Rings and bracelets are subject to however I'm feeling at the moment and don't need to be as precise as necklace and earrings." Monica beamed. "Okay, you pass!" We hugged again. "I know I do. I'm Molly. And I know what's up." We both laughed. Within moments I was gazing at myself in the mirror and shuddering as I was adorned in the beautiful jewelry I had just described. I looked like a goddess. I loved looking at the giant cocktail ring I had selected. It looked so powerfully feminine on my small hand with the light pink nail polish. "Oh," I remarked. "I should probably....do my nails to match my lipstick, right?" "Ordinarily you would. But the pink will match your flight attendant uniform when you begin training tomorrow," said Monica. "Tomorrow?" I perked up. "LIke I said right after you got hit with the tranquilizer dart....we don't waste time." "Oh my god, soooooo exciting!" I yelped. I couldn't wait to get started on my true purpose in life! "And the uniforms are....pink? Cool!" "Yep," said Monica. "Six days of pink is what all the girls say. Suffice to say, when you get your day off, there's a lot of little black dresses going on." "Yeah, I can see that. It's all good though. I like pink, tee hee." The next couple hours were spent in Monica's elegant living room, sitting across from each other, each of us sitting with our legs crossed in a ladylike manner, drinking a tasty bottle of sweet pink wine and chatting about anything and everything. It just felt so amazing to be having girl talk. We just kept going and going and going....until Monica's phone rang. "Oh," she said. "Let me take this, Molly. Hello? Hey, Captain Hairyballs.....where?....Vancouver?....so you will be back on Tuesday?.....I guess I can wait....yeah.....oh is that right?.....uh huh, I'm sure.....yeah, well knowing you....oh, don't get me started, you silly.....yes......yes I miss you very much...I'm just saying.....what am I doing?....just here with a new convert.....she's lovely.....a very lovely young lady.....she's just getting started.....I know, right?.....anyhow, that's what.....yep.....yep.....uh huh.....oh you silly....what am I wearing? (she looked at me with wide eyes and pointed at the phone)....I'm wearing the pink lingerie you bought me of course.....yes, me and Molly are about to have a pillow fight in our underwear (I giggled).....totally serious....that's what us girls do when there's no men around.....for real....who's Molly? Molly is the new girl....boy sometimes I wonder if you are even listening.....oh stop Mr. Hairyballs......that's right.....okay, you be good in Vancouver, babe....say hi to Mike for me.....see you Tuesday.....(her voice got softer).....love you.....okay, bye." "Wow," I said softly. "That's my man," said Monica. "He's chief pilot for TransGlobo." I felt my head start to spin as if gears that had been dormant for a long time in my brain were now starting to grind again for the first time in ages. "It just hit me..." I said. "What just hit you?" asked Molly. "I'm....I'm sitting here alone with you....and you're beautiful, really beautiful....and....I don't want to...." "Fuck me?" said Monica. "Yeah. It just dawned on me....hearing you talk to....your boyfriend...." "That you like boys too." I blushed. "I think so. I mean....I don't know....yikes, I'm so confused." "Don't stress, sweetie. These things sort themselves out when you are ready. That's one of the reasons I'm keeping you in with me tonight. You need a few more hours to sort through this brand new emotion that's been downloaded into you." "Emotion?" "You....I have to choose my words carefully, hon, I've had some wine......you....all of us...we're here not only to serve customers, we're here to..... "Serve men," I said confidently. "Yes. You said it." We sat silently and looked at each other. Then Monica continued. "So what do you think about that?" "I think....I think it sounds....fun," I giggled. Monica guffawed in laughter. "Oh Molly, I love you. Come here, give your fabulously drunk mistress a hug! I am so glad you turned out awesome!" We hugged and giggled for a few seconds before I looked at her with a whimsical look. "Hairyballs?" Monica snorted. "Yes. He earns every bit of that name." "Interesting," I said, realizing that balls, and the amount of hair they had on them, was going to be something I would most likely be dealing with for the rest of my life. "I'm....intrigued." "Oh my God, balls are yummy," said Monica with a drunk giggle. "Wow," I said. "So much to learn. So much to learn." "Oh honey, it's easy. Men are the easiest things in the world to negotiate. Really, figuring them out in the bedroom....or wherever....that's way easier than something like doing a cat eye with your eyeliner...now that takes real skill!" "Ha!" I chuckled. "But.....you love him?" Monica got serious. "With all my heart, Molly. He's....my captain." "Oh, that's sooooo sweet!" I cooed. "Oh my god, I want a man!" "Molly, for the first few years you're not going to have a man....you're going to have men. Lots and lots of men. All you have to do is get on that plane every day and you'll see it happen." I took in what she was saying. Oh my god, men were going to be on the plane every day. "Amazing," I said. "I can't believe this is real! I like boys!" "And they are going to love you, kid. You are too cute. So have fun with it, that's my advice to you. Men are delicious and you will get to sample all types. So just enjoy your last couple nights of virginity because that's going bye bye soon." We laughed. "Oh....but I want what you have. A....captain. A soulmate." Monica turned serious. "I'm afraid that's not in the cards for you Molly. Not for the girls in the air. See, there's another thing I didn't tell you.....and maybe you're already realizing it. You and every other girl have been programmed to find pilots irresistible. One of the perks of being a TransGlobo pilot is that whenever he wants a girl....he just takes the girl. On many nights after your shift....that girl will be you Molly. Do you understand?" I took in what she was saying. My mind drifted to the image of a man in a pilot uniform, how dominant and handsome he looked, how cool and calm and confident he was as he safely brought hundreds of people to their destination every day through all kinds of weather and obstacles. There he was in the cockpit, aviator glasses on, and flying towards the sun. Flyboy. Flyboy.....good lookin' tall drink of water flyboy. Boy. Boy. Boy. Boy. Boy. Oh my god, I love boys. MMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmm. Yesssssss. "Yes, I understand Mistress," I said softly and confidently. "I live to please pilots. I want to make them all....happy." "Good girl," said Monica with a wicked smile. "You're ready for tomorrow then. Come, let's take off your makeup for the night, wash your face, and get you into some pink, silky pajamas. Then you can dream your first dreams.....as a woman."