A night out as a new woman

As you walk over Helen chatters away about random gossip and you try to keep up. You can feel the cold air against your bear legs, how odd.

When you get to the door, you feel a surge of anxiety. You were going to have to be a convincing Molly, to act just like her. 'Ok,' you think, 'she is a good girl, seemingly always nice and friendly. Maybe a little stuck up sometimes, but still. That shouldn't be too hard.'

You walk in and see the living room cleared out and lit with dim red lights. Seems like they expected some dancing tonight. Jack is standing and drinking near the door with some of his guy friends.

"Hey! Great to see you, come on in!" He reaches to hug you and squeezes you against him. You feel a strange electricity in that moment.

"Happy Birthday!" says Helen and you mumble the same.

"You two should get a drink, there's plenty in the kitchen!"

As you approach the drinks table, you wonder if this was the best idea. Then again, it was a party and you had plenty of experience holding your weight. It was a party after all. You pour yourself some wine and take a sip. The warmth feels good in your belly.

You and Helen approach some girls that you seem know. "Omg Molly! So good to see you!" They squeal. A bit different of a reaction from when you were a dude. Well, I guess that's how girls interact.

More people filter in and you start to see many who you know, casually chatting and drinking. It's a good ambiance, full of laughter.

You glance toward the doorway and all of sudden jolt back. A group of guys you know had just come in, and one face in particular was all too familiar. It your old face, it was Will. You had been invited to the party after all, even those these weren't your closest friends.

"Is everything ok Molly?" Asks one of the girls, Sarah.

"Oh um, yea sorry I just remembered something." You respond. "Nothing big."

This was unbelievably bizarre, but I guess it was happening. Just act natural, and everything will be ok. You take a big gulp of your drink.

As you chat with the girls, some guys you know saunter up. It's Dan and Peter, two of your good friends - well, Will's good friends at any rate. You can feel their gaze on you, it seems like they like your dress.

"Heyy Molly, how's the night treating you?" Asked Dan with a wide grin.

"Oh good so far. Nice to take a break from work."

"A pretty girl like you deserves to have a little fun." He says. You can't help but roll your eyes. Dan did consider himself a bit of a player, not that he seemed that successful. You had to remember that to them, you were no longer their boy - you were a girl with great hair and a smoking ass out to have a good time. You can remember how you used to undress girls mentally at parties.

You continue chatting for a bit as Dan tries to flirt, giving a glance to Helen at your right. She seems to take the hint.

"Oh my gosh! We should take shots!" She exclaims. As you pours out vodka and hands it to you, you hesitate. But then everyone else kicks it. 'Oh what the hell.' You feel fire in your throat and a pleasant warm feeling in your head. In your old body this would have barely made you feel buzzed. You could get used to being tipsy as a girl.

The party keeps going and you can feel the eyes of men on you. 'Damn I must look good tonight.' You think. It was exhilarating. You were a hot girl now, and it felt good to feel wanted.

But you couldn't help glancing across the room, searching for one face. As you move between groups of people, you see him - Will was standing there, talking with Peter only a few feet away.

Your head swimming a bit, you feel tempted. How would it be to talk to yourself?