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Subject: {ASSM} New story: Solstice, "Transition" ( FF hyp rom )
Date: Tue,  2 Jan 2001 15:10:02 -0500
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Transition
Copyright (C) 2000 the author writing as Solstice
All rights reserved
solsticehyp@hotmail.com


Molly gave me this diary shortly before her death. Except for deleting
references that might hint at the identity of its author, I've left the
text intact. A few of the dates don't jibe; perhaps some of the entries
were written from memory after the fact. Any linguistic anomalies are in
the original.

Molly: if you're where I hope you are, please leave God alone. We need Her
undivided attention down here.

Solstice, December 2000

---

October 12, [year deleted], Sheraton Logan, Boston MA. 
The flight from [city deleted] was smooth if you don't count a two-hour
layover at [city deleted]. On the plane I sat next to the nicest woman. Her
name is Molly Wrobel. She's about as old as Mom would have been by now but
really pretty. She's a psychologist at some sort of research facility here.
She said she might be able to help me find a place to stay. I'll call her
tomorrow. Right now I need a good night's sleep. I dozed on the plane, but
I'm exhausted anyway. Go figure.

October 13, [district deleted], Boston.
Molly must be doing all right. She has a great apartment in one of the
ritziest parts of Boston. She's letting me stay here till I find a place of
my own. Things are lot more expensive than I budgeted for, but Molly says
she'll take Friday off and help me look for something. What a neat gal.
Thing is, she's only got the one double bed. I feel funny about sharing
because we barely know each other, but we'll try it tonight and see how it
works out.

October 14.
Imagine sleeping in a featherbed under a down comforter in a roomful of
antiques! Molly couldn't be more gracious. I feel completely at home with
her. She actually sang me to sleep last night with that charming British
accent, and I never stirred until she woke me this morning. 

I spent the day with a realtor, but everything is small and expensive
unless I settle for an hour's commute by subway (they call it the "T") from
the suburbs. I really want to be closer to the city so I don't have to make
a long trip home if I work late or go out with a guy. Molly says things
will work out. I hope she's right.

October 16.
Another discouraging day yesterday. Nothing available, and even if I find
my own apartment near the school, it'll cost me over half my salary! I
traipsed all over Boston and came back to Molly's place pooped. She made
supper (yum!). I got really sleepy while we were talking at the table.
She's such a dear, she wasn't mad at all. She brushed my hair and helped me
into my nightie. (She sleeps in the buff! She's so at ease with her body. I
envy her.) I slept until the sun woke me this morning, so I'm writing this
at breakfast. Today we'll go looking together.

Happy, happy, happy! We looked all day and still couldn't find anything, so
Molly has invited me to stay here with her! I asked her how much it would
cost and she said I could stay for free if I'd take over the housework and
maybe cook now and then. What a perfect solution. It means I'm close to
everything, but most of all it means Molly and I will be buddies. I'm so
lucky to know her. She's like a mother and a best friend in one. I can talk
to her about anything.

October 19.
I missed a few days writing, but nothing much happened anyway. It turned
chilly Friday night, so we stoked up the fireplace Saturday morning and
just stayed in all weekend. We brought in the comforter from the bedroom
and snuggled under it on the couch in front of the fire. We talked and we
daydreamed and we dozed. Sometimes she fussed with my hair or unkinked my
shoulders. By the time Sunday evening rolled around (so fast!) I'd told her
my whole life story, I guess. 

Today was my first day at [school name deleted]. I'm the Math Department's
secretary. That will be a challenge. Math is a mystery to me. Molly says
she knows a way to improve my memory so I'll pick things up faster. Is she
a treasure or what? Love that woman.

October 20.
Tonight Molly will teach me a way to remember things easily. She says it's
a technique she's working on in her research. She doesn't discuss her work
much. I think maybe it's classified or something, so I'm grateful she
trusts me with it. Tough break: she fell at the office this afternoon and
hurt her arm. The doctor told her to rest it for a few days. She's asked me
if I'll help her shampoo tomorrow morning. I said yes, of course. It's the
least I can do.

October 21.
Boy, did I sleep last night! Molly was telling me about the memory
technique and I just corked off and never knew a thing until she woke me at
6. And the shampoo? It turns out she does it in the shower! At first I
thought I'd be embarrassed to be in the shower with her, but I wore
yesterday's undies and it seemed as natural as anything even though they
went transparent when they got wet. Her hair isn't especially long, so it
was a quick job. It's a tiny shower stall, though, so it was pretty tight
for the two of us.  We kept having to squeeze by each other. I'm sure glad
we're friends! Haha.

October 22.
Molly's arm was worse this morning. I think she slept on it wrong or
something. She tried to shower on her own, but before long she called to me
and asked if I'd help. She let me soap her all over. She has a really nice
body for her age. Her breasts don't droop much, and while I was working on
them her nips got really hard. And she shaves down there! I thought, gosh
if I were a guy that'd be a real turn-on. She was grateful and promised to
return the favor if I ever need it. Maybe I'll fake a sore arm. Haha.

October 23.
Molly's feeling better, so my shower duty is over. I'm glad I could help.
She's done so much for me, I'm happy to pitch in, even if it means doing
things I wouldn't dream of doing for anyone else. 

Things are going well at school. Everyone's impressed by how quickly I'm
learning the ropes. I don't tell them about Molly's memory trick. It would
be hard to explain. There's this teacher, G [name deleted], who keeps
coming on to me. He's about my age and pretty good looking. I don't know,
I'm not really interested in getting involved just yet. I'm too new here,
and besides I've got Molly.

October 24.
The darnedest thing: I woke up this morning on Molly's side of the bed. She
says I came back from the bathroom and got into the wrong side. I don't
even remember getting up to go. We were pretty well tangled up. She was a
good sport about it.

I'm not sure, but I think she talks in her sleep. Sometimes as I'm drifting
off, I sort of hear muttering. I was going to ask her about it, but that's
silly. How would she know if she's talking in her sleep? It's no big deal
anyway.

I made breakfast in bed for her, to make up for having been a nuisance. We
both work pretty hard during the week, so we loll around on the weekends
and just enjoy being together. She wears suits to her office, but at home
she dresses very informally. On the weekends she spends mornings in nothing
but her robe. Sometimes it falls open and I can see everything she's got,
what with the shaving and all. When she catches me looking, she just smiles
and goes back to whatever she's doing. I used to be up tight about my body,
actually about sex in general. Living with Molly is good for me, very
liberating.

October 25.
I went to bed for a nap this afternoon, and I deliberately chose Molly's
side. I was surprised to find it smells different from mine. I spent a lot
of time with my face buried in her pillow, and once I even skootched down
between the sheets to smell there. I never thought much about how women
smell. Men smell different from one another, I know that. Some I like, some
I don't. But no one has a smell like Molly's. I think I could get drunk on
it.

I woke up around suppertime to find her in bed on my usual side, propped up
on her elbow and grinning at me. We both started laughing and couldn't stop
for the longest time. When we finally settled down, I saw something strange
in her eyes. She leaned forward slowly and brought her lips to mine. I
started to pull away; but as her hair fell around our faces, her incredible
smell was everywhere and we kissed for real. I didn't know what to expect.
I was really tense. Maybe she sensed it, because she broke the kiss off and
rolled back to the other side of the bed. She stared at the ceiling and
said nothing. I don't know what's going on or where it will lead, but I
wouldn't miss it for anything.


October 27.
Yesterday I told G to buzz off. Molly and I went to bed right after supper
and lay there just gazing into each other's eyes. She has beautiful eyes.
They make me dizzy. After a while she reached up with her fingertips and
lowered my lids. I don't know what happened after that, but wow, did I have
dreams! Haha.

When I showered this morning I thought my hands smelled like Molly. Maybe I
was over on her side of the bed again, but she didn't mention it. I suppose
she wouldn't want to embarrass me. What a darling. 

After supper we went to a little shop off Charles Street to pick out
Halloween costumes. She says there aren't many kids in the neighborhood,
but she likes to dress up as a treat for the ones that do come by. She
rented a Vampira outfit. She looks terrific in it. For me she bought a
French maid's costume. It's awfully skimpy. She says I can wear a bodysuit
with it for Halloween and then use it as-is when I clean the apartment.
She's serious. What the heck; I'm staying here for nothing, and a little
oo-la-la won't hurt if it gives her pleasure.

October 28. 
[Editor's note: this diary page is X'ed out and scribbled over. I've
reconstructed it as fully as possible.]

I got home before Molly and picked up the mail. There was this weird
magazine, [name of journal deleted]. I leafed through it. It was mostly
research reports and conference [unintelligible line] of hypnotized people.
And then I saw a letter about an article in a previous issue. The article
was called "Hypnosis Unaware" and it was by Molly Wrobel of [institution's
name deleted]. My Molly! The letter writer claimed Molly's research was
bogus, that hypnosis couldn't possibly work the way she'd described. I
didn't understand everything in her rebuttal, but it sure seemed to me she
knew [several unintelligible words] it to her at supper and asked if she
could hypnotize me. I've always thought it sounded like fun. She said it
wasn't for fun, so I dropped the subject. But wow, my Molly is famous!
Imagine her staring [several unintelligible words] around like a zombie.
Haha.

October 29.
I fell asleep while Molly was brushing my hair last night. I don't remember
going to bed, and I woke up tired this morning. 

I can't imagine what I was thinking when I scribbled that nonsense
yesterday. I can't read a word of it. It's like it's in a foreign language.
I can see the letters, but they don't form words. Why did I write
gibberish? It's a little scary.

Molly seemed edgy today, as if she was mad at herself. I don't know why.
It's not like her. I asked her about it while we were getting ready for
bed. She held me very close and said she was sorry. She started crying and
talking about how she'd done something terrible to me and how sorry she was
and could I ever forgive her? I couldn't get her to tell me what she'd done
wrong. I'd never seen her so utterly miserable. She went on and on, and
pretty soon we were both crying and I didn't have the tiniest idea why.

I did the only thing I could think of. I kissed her. Hard. It wasn't a
"Mommy Kiss And Make Better" thing. Maybe it started that way, but it
turned into more. I bit her lip and forced her mouth open. When I slipped
my tongue inside, it triggered something in her. Her nipples nearly popped
out my back.  She dropped her hands to my buttocks and rubbed our crotches
together really fast and hard. She was red hot and it was spreading to me. 

Dear God, I've never be so ready for someone in all my life. Every feeling
I'd ever had toward her burst into flames. When I stopped to catch my
breath, she literally threw me onto the bed and came down on me with our
faces at each other's pussy. She did things to me no man ever did. I tried
to take my cue from her and keep pace, but she got so far ahead of me that
all I could do was laugh and scream and cry and gasp until I caught fire
and exploded. I waved my arms and arched my back and pounded my head and
beat my fists. And when my convulsions and screaming were over, all I could
say was, "Again...."

October 30.
We didn't go to work today. I didn't hear what excuse Molly gave her
secretary, but I told the head of the Math Department I wouldn't be in
because I was fucking my landlady. Molly laughed and I laughed and we went
at each other for the zillionth time. The handset was still dangling, so I
expect he believed me.

I came to on the bed, tingling in places I didn't know I had places and
smelling bacon. I stumbled to the kitchen and saw Molly looking quite
fetching in just an apron. We ate naked and broke into fits of schoolgirl
giggles each time our eyes met. Afterward we spread a blanket in front of
the fireplace and lay on our backs in a kind of open-face 69 for the
afternoon, touching and kissing whatever was within range whenever we found
the strength. We ate a sandwich at suppertime, fell into bed, and slept in
each other's arms. 

I've never been happier.

October 31.
Molly walked around all morning with an impish little grin. I ironed our
costumes and panicked when I remembered I had no bodysuit to go with my
maid outfit. I was about to rush out the door when she spilled the beans.
There won't be any neighborhood children this evening. She's invited a
couple of women who used to live with her like I do.

I'll finish this page tomorrow. Right now I'm learning to look coquettish
with a feather duster and a smile and damned little more.

---

Transition
Copyright 2000 the author writing as Solstice
All rights reserved.
solsticehyp@hotmail.com

Rev 001229 2336

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