A Boy Named Willow Pt. 09

Author's Note: Author's Note: If LGBTQ+ characters and relationships offend you, stop now. For everyone else this story is not a true follow-on to the "A Rose Called Miracle" Series; however, if you haven't read that series, some of the references and innuendoswon't make much sense. I'll be darned, maybe it is a sequel after all.

All characters in intimate situations are 18+.

*****" "There are three things extremely hard: steel, a diamond, and to know oneself." Benjamin Franklin

"True love cannot be found where it does not exist, nor can it be denied where it does." Torquato Tasso

*****

Part 9

The next morning, Molly woke relaxed, refreshed, and still tingling. She glanced at Willow. Her financée lay sprawled face down on the bed, arms and legs akimbo. She leaned over and kissed Willow's shoulder. "Good morning My Love, time to get up."

Willow groaned piteously, "Don' wanna'," She mumbled as she tried to turn her head toward Molly, "Oh God! Molly my neck is broken!" She groaned again. "Help!" She opened one eye. "How can you be so fucking gorgeous when I ache so badly?"

"My poor baby. That's what happens when you spend 90 minutes using your tongue on your fiancée's pussy. You need to either get in shape, improve your posture, or learn to pace yourself. Now, get up. Remember, my Grams will be here at eight. Oh, and Sweetheart, you were incredible last night."

"Molly, I can't move. Help me." Willow begged.

Molly tried not to laugh as she rolled over and straddled Willow's back. She began firmly massaging her lover's neck, shoulders, and back. She didn't ease up... even when Willow pleaded for mercy. "Come on you big baby. Let's take a nice warm shower together. I'll do your hair, and then I'll get you some ibuprofen.

"Okay." Willow complied meekly as she painfully crawled and slid off of the bed. Molly helped her stand up and then led the docile woman to the shower.

Twenty minutes later, and with the hot water supply depleted, Willow emerged from the shower. She gulped down a glass of cold water and a dose of ibuprofen, then walked naked to the kitchen to start coffee.

Molly finished dressing for work and went out to the kitchen, sat down, and admired Willow's naked form. Willow turned to face her, "Hey Kitty, this is kind of embarrassing, but I have a question."

"Okay."

"Umm. The pad I put on yesterday is still clean... no blood... and the cramps are gone. Does that mean my period is finished?"

"Yes. For peace of mind, you might want to use a panty liner just in case you get a few spots... it happens sometimes. Also mark the calendar that today is the last day. Start tracking your monthlies. We'll talk more about it later; you need to get dressed... not that I'm opposed to watching you running around naked."

Willow dressed quickly. She put on one of the flowery sundresses Roisin had gifted her along with a pair of low heels. "Wow! You look hot." Molly enthused as Willow returned to the kitchen. "Why don't you get some coffee, sit down, and I'll do your hair." Willow sat and sipped while Molly worked. "I love the little purple highlights." Molly said as she lovingly combed and tied back Willow's hair with a purple ribbon she'd found.

"Thanks. I told Leslye that you liked purple." Willow replied just as someone knocked on the door. Molly hurried over and opened it.

"Hi Grandma. Willow will be just a second." She hurried back to Willow, checked her work, and nodded approval. "You're all set Babe." Willow stood and the two young women kissed and wished each other a good day.

Willow grabbed her purse, "Hi Kate. I'm ready." She stopped and kissed Molly one more time. "For luck!" She grinned and walked over to greet Kate with a hug.

"Hey Grandma!" Molly yelled out. "Keep her out of trouble. Don't let her do anything I wouldn't do."

"She's safe with me. We'll see you tonight. Come on Willow, you have a busy day." They walked out to the big, black limo where the driver, Gerald, stood holding the door. "Thank you Gerald. Take us to Miracle Pharma headquarters first. After that we'll be heading to the main headquarters for the rest of the day. We have a lot to do and a lot of people waiting for us... for Willow."

"Would you like me to wait, Mrs. Hellsen?" The driver asked as he pulled up to the door.

"Yes. We shouldn't be too long." Kate answered. "Come on Willow, Dr. Lincoln is waiting." The walked in the building; Kate greeted Monica the receptionist. Monica assured them that Dr. Lincoln was ready and they could go straight to her office.

"Hello Kate, hello... Willow? Goodness you look different. So, what are we doing today?"

"A physical to confirm that Willow is, in fact, fully female and that her birth certificate showing her gender as male was issued in error. Oh, and a letter from you stating the same."

"Alright. Willow, if you'll follow me to the exam room."

"Oh, and Wendy?" Kate said as she sat down and pulled out her phone. "Say hello to Sister #24."

"Really? Well, hello sister. I'm Sister #19. It's a pleasure to meet you." She stopped. "Hey Kate, how long has it been since we welcomed a new member."

"I had to look it up; it's been eleven years."

"Well, I guess the Thanksgiving get together will be a traditional meeting. Excellent. It's been a while; lately we've just sit around, shooting the shit, and getting drunk. Come on Willow let's get you sorted out." She closed the door behind them and turned to face Willow. "So, it's been less than two weeks... and I barely recognized you. How significantly did the rose affect you?"

"Completely."

"Genitals?"

"My penis and testicles are gone. My vagina is in place. In fact, I just finished my first period."

"Good lord. Really? Did you have any problems?"

"Not really. The first cramps hit me hard, and caught me by surprise, but we were close to the greenhouse and they had emergency supplies for situations like that. Kate's granddaughter Molly helped me deal with it."

"That's good. A girl's first menses can be scary. Now, strip, so I can do the exam and get you on your way."

The initial part of the exam took less than half an hour. "Everything looks good. It really is remarkable: your facial structure has softened, there's no sign of and Adam s apple, your breasts are to die for, and your hips have widened nicely. Now, up on the table and put your feet in the stirrups. I want to do a pelvic exam." After the exam she told Willow to get dressed. "I don't know if it's a consideration but your pelvis and girl parts look perfectly suitable if you decide to have children." Willow looked startled. "I'm just saying..." The doctor turned to type something on her laptop.

*****

When Willow finished dressing, she followed the doctor to her office, closed the door, and sat down. "So, you're still a virgin... at least as a female. Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No. But my girlfriend and I have discussed the virginity issue." Willow grinned, "Actually we had a pretty good argument over how to deal with it but we got things sorted out. I don't think it's going to be an issue much longer." She grinned and winked.

"A girlfriend? Dr. Cross is going to be very disappointed. He's been talking about you non-stop but hasn't been able to work up the nerve to call you."

Willow shrugged, "I thought he was kind of cute and he had his chance. But he never called and then I met Molly and we fell in love very quickly."

"Molly! Kate's granddaughter Molly?"

"Yeah."

"Do you think your relationship will be a long-term thing?"

"It had better. Last night she asked me to marry her and I said yes. We hope to have the wedding next summer after Molly's first year of law school." Willow held up her left hand to show off her ring.

"That's a beautiful ring. So, Willow, you are in great shape, why don't you relax while I prepare the letter saying your birth certificate was issued in error."

"Doctor, may I ask a question?"

"Certainly."

"You are a sister of the rose, right?"

The doctor nodded.

"What was your deepest desire?"

"I wanted to be a doctor so that I could help people."

"But...?"

"Yes, there is always a but. You see, I suffered from, what intelligence testers back then called, 'A moderate mental disability'. When I was 16 I wasn't able to read or write; numbers were a complete mystery; and my verbal skills were very poor. At school I functioned barely well enough to avoid being dismissed from the 'special needs' class."

"My God!"

"The worst part was that I knew it. I was completely aware of my disability and that I wasn't like other people. My parents were wonderful: they loved on me, supported me, tried to find a doctor or method that would help me break free of my limitations." By then Dr. Lincoln's eyes glistened with tears. Willow drew her into a hug and just held her until she settled down. The doctor finally sniffled and stepped back.

"And then the rose?" Willow said firmly.

"Yes. My mother and father decided they wanted to plant a flower garden in our front yard. A neighbor recommended the David Hellsen Garden Center. So, we went there one Saturday afternoon in the spring. I loved riding in the car and looking out the window as the world passed by. While mom and dad shopped, I joined a bunch of kids playing in a dirt pile... mind you, the kids were between 4 and 8 years old... Hellsen grandkids... I was 16... but we played as equals. It was the most fun I'd had in a long time."

"Finally, a beautiful older woman came out. All the little kids started yelling 'Grandma, Grandma' and she ordered us all inside to clean up for lunch." Dr. Lincoln laughed at the memory. "When we were clean we went out into the sales area and gathered around that empty table at the front..."

"I know the exact one you're talking about." Willow laughed. "The other day, Molly and I got caught sharing a kiss while we ate lunch."

Dr. Lincoln laughed, "PDA? Shame on you. Anyway, I remember David Hellsen came from out back. He said, 'Hey Kate, Gianinni's is running late.' Kate went over to the counter and pulled out a book... Dr. Seuss... and handed it to me. 'Here, read to the little ones so they don't head back to the dirt pile.' She said to me." Dr. Lincoln sighed. "I'll never forget the look on her face as I tried to tell her, and she comprehended, that I couldn't read... and I'll never forget how I felt as I realized Kate couldn't understand what I was saying."

"I can't imagine what that must have felt like." Willow prompted.

"No. Luckily, my mom saw me starting to cry. She came over and put an arm around me while she asked Kate what happened. About then, the pizzas arrived and Kate sent me off to join the other kids while she talked to my mother, and then my father. I ate one piece of pizza, then got covered in the stuff as I tried to separate two Hellsen grandchildren fighting over a loose piece of pepperoni."

"Oh no!"

"Oh yes. The funny thing was, as soon as the two kids finished the fight, they hugged and the whole group cooperated in cleaning up the mess. It really was an amazing thing to watch. That was when I saw my mother and father nodding as they spoke with David and Kate. They all shook hands and then Kate came over to where I was helping clean up. I remember her saying, 'Wendy, Dear, do you like to smell Roses?' After that, I have absolutely no memory of what happened until I woke up in my bed. My mother and father were there and said I'd been asleep for three days—not that the number three meant anything to me... yet."

"How did you feel?"

Dr. Lincoln nodded, "I felt as if a cloud had been lifted from my brain. When my parents spoke, it was clear, not muffled like before when I felt like I had a pillow over my ears. I felt... hopeful... for the first time in my life. Shoot! I'm gonna cry again."

Willow waited while Dr. Lincoln put herself back together.

"By the end of that first day of... clarity... I'd memorized the ABC song and learned to count to 10 using my fingers. After that my parents pulled me out of public school, bought me a top-of-the-line computer and began intensive home schooling; my mom quit her job so she'd have the time to coach me. If you ask my mother what was her favorite moment in all this, she'll say it was my first night of clarity at dinner. I had a placemat with pictures of animals and their names printed underneath. I pointed to one picture and said 'Lion?'. My mom nodded and pointed to the word Lion underneath and she said, 'Lion'. My mom always says that one of her greatest regrets is that she didn't have a camera to catch the expression on my face as I made the connection between pictures and the written word for the first time, and that that jumble of lines and squiggles actually meant something.

The doctor sighed and wiped her eyes again. "Anyway, it took me three years to catch up and earn my high school diploma; three more years to graduate college Summa Cum Laude with a pre-med major; and then medical school and residency. When I finished my residency, I came to work for Miracle Pharmaceuticals."

"How about marriage? Kids?"

"No and no. I occasionally go on a date... with men and women; however, I've found that I prefer my own company. I really don't need, or want, anyone else in my life. As for kids, as much as I appreciate what the rose has done for me, I'm terrified that somewhere deep down in my DNA that 'moderate mental disability' gene is lurking and waiting to get passed on. I can't... I won't risk that."

"That's kind of sad but I understand. I don't suppose Dr. Cross could test your DNA?"

"I'm not sure I'm brave enough..." There was a loud knock on the door. "Willow! Wendy! How much longer? We have a lot to do today." Kate called out.

Dr. Lincoln laughed, "We're just finishing Kate. Willow had some questions about womanhood." The doctor turned to Willow, "She was fairly patient today. I expected her to pester us a lot sooner. It was good to talk to you. Thank you for listening. Don't be afraid to come and talk to me if you have other questions, okay? I also serve as the Primary Care Physician for all of Hellsen, Inc."

"I will. Thank you Doctor."

"Hey, we're sisters... sort of... call me Wendy."

"Thanks Wendy. I'll see you later." Willow hurried out of the exam room. She smiled innocently at Kate, "Thanks for being so patient. Wendy and I covered a lot of topics. I've learned that I still have a lot to learn."

"Yes. Did Wendy tell you about herself? She is truly remarkable."

"Yes. She told me all about her disability and how you met. Amazing."

*****

They arrived at Hellsen Inc. in practically no time. Willow stopped and stared at the building, a massive, abstract-looking structure of steel and glass. "Wow! Nice place. How did I not notice this the first time I was here?" Willow commented as they approached the entrance.

"Thanks. We had a spare $471 million laying around and decided to replace the old brick building; the one my first husband built." Kate said without a hint of irony.

"$471 million... spare? Kate, if you're trying to impress me... you've succeeded."

"I can tell, thank you. Molly still hasn't had the money talk with you, has she?"

"No. The only real discussion of finances we've had, other than the education trust you mentioned, was when Molly spent $1100 at Lexi's Lingerie on my bras. I almost fainted when I saw that total. She told me to relax."

"Yes. Lexi's bras are worth their weight in gold... they are just so very comfortable... and they last forever." They were laughing as they greeted the receptionist and made their way to the elevators. They reached the 8th floor and Kate led the way to the large conference room in the center of the building. The room's chatter stopped as Kate and Willow entered. Willow stopped in the doorway and stared at the mass of people, computers, printers and other pieces of equipment scattered around.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Kate began, "This is Willow. She is why I've asked you all to join us here today. Alright, name change first. Your Honor you're up. Willow, this is Judge Carlton Simmons."

"Good morning, Sir."

"Good Morning, young lady. I have a petition here stating that you'd like to change your name. Is this truly your desire? No one is coercing you?"

"Yes sir. I'm doing this freely."

"And how would you like your name to appear?"

"Willow Leigh... Your honor may I change my last name as well?"

"You're over 18. It's your choice.

"Good. I want to be known as Willow Leigh Smith. I want to be free of my old name."

The clerk handed a form to the judge, who showed it to Willow, "Is the spelling correct?"

Willow checked it three times and then handed it to Kate for a final inspection before Willow handed it back to Judge Simmons, "This is correct, Sir."

"Good. The name change to Willow Leigh Smith is approved and so ordered." The judge signed the decree with a flourish. "Congratulations Miss Smith. Kate, don't forget Myra and I expect you and David for dinner on Saturday night."

"We'll be there. Thanks for your help Carl."

Five minutes later the clerk handed Willow a notarized copy of the name change decree and advised her the original would be filed as soon as he got back to his office. After that, Kate guided Willow around the room one workstation at a time. She got a new birth certificate showing her correct name and gender; a new driver's license (it took three tries before Willow accepted the photo); an updated social security account; her high school transcript was amended, and finally, she met with a representative of the Department of State, filled out the paperwork, and had the photos taken to get a passport. They promised she'd have it within two weeks. Kate looked at the State Department rep and cocked an eyebrow, "Two weeks?"

"Um... four days... special delivery?"

"Much better. Thank you." She turned slightly and gave Willow a wink. And then Kate and Willow were alone in the room. "Kate, thank you for arranging this. How did you get all those people together in one place at the same time?"

"Not to put too fine a point on it, but, being owed a favor from Hellsen Inc, is better than money in the bank. The people that helped us today are all good friends. Come with me, as long as we're here, we might as well get you your Hellsen Family Credit Card."

"A credit card?"

"Yes. For now, it is for emergencies. After you and Molly marry it will pay for all your needs. Molly, really needs to have the money talk with you." Kate laughed. "I wonder how many more times I'll have to say that. Here we are."

"Good afternoon Mrs. Hellsen." A short, chunky, middle-aged blonde woman behind a counter greeted them. "How can I help you today?"

"We need a Hellsen Family Black Card issued in Willow's name."

"Yes Ma'am." The woman turned to Willow, "Full name Please?"

"Willow Leigh... Smith."

"Is that Lee, like in Robert E.?"

No. L. e. i. g. h. like the actress Vivian from the movie 'Gone With the Wind'."

"Lovely. Give me just a few moments."

*****

As Gerald drove them back to Willow's apartment, she sat in the back admiring her new driver's license, social security card, and her credit card. "Kate, I can't thank you enough for what you've done for me today. I have so little to offer... I don't..."

Kate held up a hand and stopped her, "Don't ever put yourself down like that! If you accomplish nothing else, you have made my granddaughter a very happy woman. All I ask is that you cherish her and take good care of her."

"But it's her taking care of me..."

"Don't you believe it. Molly desperately needed... needs... the steadiness that your presence and love provide. You two are going to be an unbeatable team. Trust me, I know things."

"You know things? Okay, what am I cooking for dinner tonight?"

"I don't have a clue."

"Honestly, neither do I. I need to look in the fridge and see what I've got."

"Since you're already dressed, why don't you call Molly and ask her to take you out to dinner. Call it a date night."

"She'll be tired after work. I can cook and let her relax."

"Don't you think she could relax eating a nice dinner and chatting with you? Willow, don't forget, you deserve to relax as well."

"Okay, you win." Willow pulled her phone out and selected Molly's number to call.

"Hey Willow, is everything okay? Is something wrong? Are you alright?" Molly called out before Willow had a chance to speak.

"I'm fine Babe. Everything is perfect. You could say, that after this morning, I'm a completely new person." Willow laughed.

"Really? I was pretty fond of the old person..."

"Maybe 'new' is the wrong word... let's say... legal? Anyway, the reason I called is that I don't really feel like cooking tonight. Would you be interested in taking me out to dinner?"

"Heck yeah! Are you going to dress nice?"

"Heck yeah. And you are too!"

"Love it. I should be home by five. Do you have any preferences?"

"I like fish. I just hate the smell that lingers after cooking it."

"Great. I know just the place. Hey, Babe, I... wait is my grandmother there?"

"Yeah. She's sitting right next to me."

"Okay. Never mind. We'll talk when I get home. I love you Willow."

"I love you too Kitty. See ya'."

Willow thanked Kate once more as she got out of the car and climbed the steps to the apartment. Kate declined Willow's offer of a cup of tea or coffee. Kate smiled as she watched the happy, confident woman who'd stolen her favorite granddaughter's heart walk away. She marveled at how little remained of the confused, betrayed boy who'd smelled the rose. "Take me home, Gerald." She said to her driver.

*****

Molly arrived back at the apartment and found Willow ready to go, wearing a Lavender lace, short sleeve, knee-length swing dress. "Wow! You look spectacular."

Thank you," Willow sniffed the air, "Sorry Love, but you smell like the greenhouse's manure pile. The shower is that way. I'll get you some nice panties."

"The black boy-shorts, please. I was planning to wear my little black dress. If you would, also pick out a black bra. Willow found that Molly had a lot more underwear than she expected. She eventually found the boy-shorts and matching bra and placed them in the bathroom. "Hey Babe?" Molly called out as she went to leave, "Would you look in the second from the top drawer and get out a pair of the black, stay-up stockings?"

"Okay. Hey Molly, can I borrow a pair of stockings, I don't have any." Willow yelled from the bedroom.

"Help yourself. Remember, from now on what's mine is yours." Molly yelled from the bathroom

"Ditto... although I don't have much to offer."

Molly suddenly appeared, still naked and ready for a shower. She pointed a finger at Willow, "Don't. You. Ever..." She paused to get control and then stepped over to Willow and put her hands on her shoulders. "Don't ever say you have nothing to offer. We love each other... we've made a hell of a start. Now, I have to shower... and no more of that 'nothing to share' nonsense." Molly returned to the bath.

Willow stared after her, surprised by the outburst. She also took the time to admire Molly's nice, tight bottom as she walked away. Willow grinned as she dug into Molly's lingerie drawer to find stockings.

*****

Forty-five minutes later, after Molly insisted on making Willow's hair perfect, she and Willow gathered their purses and left the apartment. As they reached the bottom of the stairs they met Jamie pulling into the drive. She hopped out of her truck and hurried over. "Don't you two look nice."

"Date night." Molly answered. "Sort of. Neither of us felt like cooking... so I told Willow to dress nice. I thought we'd go to that new place. After that, maybe that little club for some music and dancing."

"Dancing?" Willow asked, "I love dancing! I took lessons until I was 13."

"Oh? And I suppose you'll want to lead?" Molly teased.

"I can if I have to but I'd be perfectly happy to follow and rest my head against you."

"Girls?" Jamie interrupted, "I hate to be the mom here but remember tomorrow is a workday, so don't stay out too late. Then again, make sure you have a good time. I'll see you in the morning. Bye."

"Where are we going?" Willow asked.

"You said you like fish. There's a seafood place I've been wanting to try.

*****

The seafood restaurant was very good and the women enjoyed their dinners. Molly had sea bass, while Willow dined on broiled salmon. They did not dawdle because they wanted to get to the club. They declined dessert.

They walked casually toward Molly's car, holding hands while Willow asked what the club would be like. From somewhere behind them they heard a male voice shout, "Fuckin' dykes should all be killed... acting just like decent, normal people." A beer bottle flew over their heads and shattered on the pavement.

"You..." Molly's hand was in her purse, and she turned quickly. Willow grabbed her arm and held her back.

"Come on Babe. Ignore the idiot. Come on!" She demanded. Willow held Molly tight and forced her to the car. "Let go of the gun." She looked over her shoulder. "Relax Kitty. The idiot's running away. Why don't you get the car started so we can get out of here."

Willow hurried around the car, got in, and buckled her seat belt. She leaned back in her seat and took a couple deep breaths as Molly drove away from the restaurant. "Molly? Are you okay? I was scared when you reached for your gun."

"I'm fine Babe. Believe me. I was ready to protect us... but I'm not going to shoot some loudmouthed bigot... unless he's a threat."

"That's good."

"But if he'd been holding a weapon... I'd have dropped him."

"Will it be like that a lot? I mean when we go out together? God! Dyke... that is such an ugly word."

"No. I've never before been verbally assaulted like that; however, I notice when people stare. That's just part of being aware of one's surroundings. Did you notice the young guy, three tables over, that was watching you?"

"What? No..."

"Oh yeah... dark hair, very handsome, khakis, long-sleeve white shirt, and really nice shoes. He was staring at you big time. The way he kept touching his hair, I suspect he has as big a hair fetish as I do. Every time you moved or swiped at your hair he was licking his lips. I almost felt sorry for the poor guy."

"I wasn't trying to..."

"I know; and that's what's so utterly intoxicating about you. You are completely naïve and unaware of the effect you have, simply by moving, on those around you."

"I'm..."

"Don't you dare say 'I'm sorry!' You move beautifully, and without meaning to, your beauty and grace attract attention. And you know what?"

"What?"

"I'm the lucky SOB that gets to play with that gorgeous hair and then see what you look like with no clothes on!" Molly laughed happily. "Hey look!" She pointed up ahead on the right. "Didn't you mention a place called 'Tat's Too.' There it is. Let's stop and check it out." Before Willow could say no, Molly parked her car in front of the building. A prominent sign in the large plate glass window read, "Personally trained by The Great Wanda Stiletto."

A bell rang somewhere as they opened the door. A tall red-haired man came out of the back, "Hello, how can I help you lovely ladies?" He looked back and forth, "A couple's tattoo perhaps?"

"Not today." Willow answered, "I'd like to have a rose done. Pink with a long stem and leaves... maybe with a purple bow. I'd like the Stiletto Method. Oh, and underneath the rose I need the number 24."

The man looked surprised, "A pink rose and a number? I've heard rumors on the tattoo artist's grapevine about a group of women with pink roses and numbers... but you're the first one I've met. Please, come to the back so we can discuss this. You know..." He said over his shoulder, "I have a friend who swears that he inked pink rose lady #19... but nobody believes him."

"Yes." Willow answered, "I've seen that tattoo. It's nice but I hope you can do much, much better?"

"Oh yes. You said you're interested in the Stiletto Method?"

"Absolutely."

"Excellent. Now, let me tell you up front, for that method, the minimum charge is $1000 and then $750 per hour after the first hour. How lifelike you want the image will determine how long it takes."

Willow gasped, but Molly was quick, "That's no problem. Will you accept a credit card?"

"Yes."

Willow gathered herself, "I want it so lifelike that people will think I have a rose pinned to shoulder."

"I can do that. Hop up on the table and show me the location you have in mind. Oh, by the way, my name is Dennis."

"Hey Dennis, I'm Willow, this is my fiancée Molly." Willow ran a finger across her shoulder and chest and described what she wanted. Molly reminded them both that the tattoo was not to mar Willow's breast.

"Nice to meet you both. Willow can you pull down your dress... you can keep the bra... so I can see the work area? May I touch you?" He donned gloves and checked Willow's skin. "I don't see any issues. Let me take a picture, then I'll do a computer rendering and we can discuss the final design. Sound good?" He quickly snapped the picture and blurred Willow's face for anonymity. After 20 minutes, he turned the computer screen so Willow and Molly could see his three options.

"That one! It's perfect." She pointed to the picture of a perfect pink rosebud just beginning to open. "Can you really do that?"

"Oh yes. Honestly, the computer image is rather poor. Your shoulder will be a true work of art. So... are you ready to begin?"

Willow turned to Molly, "Kitty, do you mind if we skip the club for tonight. I want to do this before I chicken out."

"That's fine Babe." Molly turned to Dennis, "Is it okay if I stay with her."

"I actually prefer that. You two can talk with each other so I can focus... as long as Willow doesn't move. Willow, I'll need you to take down that bra strap."

Two hours and forty-five minutes later, Willow sat up from the table after Dennis did a final disinfecting wipe and applied a bandage. "It will take, roughly, 2-3 weeks for this to heal and look good. It will continue to develop for another couple months. That will give you time to get some off-the-shoulder dresses and blouses so you can show it off." Dennis laughed. "You can dress now... carefully. I'll meet you out front."

"You know," Molly whispered as Willow carefully fixed her bra and pulled up the top of her dress, "That rose already looks incredible... and he says it's going to get better. Wow, I can't wait. Sweetheart, did it hurt a lot?"

"It was worse than I hoped... but not as bad as I feared. I don't think I'd voluntarily do it again." She turned her back to Molly, "Kitty would you zip me up?"

After that they went out to the front. Willow re-read the care instructions while Molly took care of the bill and purchased the products Willow would need for aftercare. They skipped the club and went straight home.

They were no sooner in their apartment than Willow heard the door snick shut behind them. Molly instantly grabbed Willow around the waist and savagely kissed her neck. "That's going to leave a mark." Willow thought as she pushed herself back tightly into Molly's grasp. "Shit, that one too."

Molly yanked down the zipper of Willow's dress and then summoned her last ounce of restraint to remove the dress without damaging it or disturbing the bandage over Willow's tattoo. After that, restraint fled the apartment and Molly took command. Their clothing and lingerie flew in all directions as fast as Molly could tear it off. Before she knew it, Willow found herself lying face up on their bed, still wearing her stockings and heels, with Molly kneeling before her. "Now I'm going to teach you how to eat a pussy all night without injuring yourself." It wwould be the last time Molly spoke that evening.

Willow shivered violently as Molly pushed her knees apart and settled them over her shoulders. While she kissed the inside of Willow's thighs, Molly reached up and lightly tickled Willow's nipples. She barely remembered the new piercings in time to not give them a hard pinch.

Molly kissed her way up one thigh, touched the tip of her tongue to Willow's outer labia, then moved and began kissing her way up the other thigh. She teased and tormented Willow like that for almost 15 minutes before Willow grabbed her beautiful red hair and pleaded, "Please Molly. My pussy. Please."

Molly grinned and allowed Willow to guide her to the spot she intended to go anyway. Willow's first climax struck as Molly ran her tongue lightly over her clit's hood. At the same time a finger tickled Willow's anal rosebud. "That's it. Right There." Willow cried out. She held Molly tightly and let her lover's talented tongue and fingers work their magic. She came again as Molly slipped a finger into her moist sex and applied a little upward pressure. "Oh, Good Lord!" She whispered excitedly. "Whatever you're doing... do it more. Please! Damn! Here I go again." She groaned.

Molly grinned and replaced her finger with her tongue and started again. Almost 90 minutes later, Willow had been reduced to a quivering wreck. She begged Molly to stop because she was about to lose her mind from the pleasure. Her body still twitched and shivered as Molly helped her wiggle herself up the bed and collapse back onto a pillow.

After taking a couple deep breaths, Willow rolled onto her side. She leaned forward and kissed Molly. Their tongues began the dancing and jousting. "Is this what I taste like?" Willow asked. Molly simply nodded. "I like it. I taste pretty good." Willow whispered before rejoining the kiss. She let one hand trail down Molly's side and began caressing her bottom. "Now it's my turn." She thought as she squeezed Molly's bottom, nibbled on an earlobe, and touched her lips to Molly's exposed neck. Molly squealed as Willow left her mark.

They woke in the morning. Willow was confused until she realized her nose was buried between Molly's thighs. Molly's fur tickled and Willow sneezed. After that, Willow gave a tentative swipe of her tongue across Molly's clit hood. She jumped as she felt Molly reciprocate the attention.

Molly broke the mood, "Babe, I hate to say it but we have to get up and get ready for work." Willow flopped onto her back and stretched her arms and legs. She was on the verge of falling asleep when Molly slipped off the bed, walked around the foot of the bed, and pinched Willow's ear.

"Owww! I was awake... sort of." Willow lied with a grin and rolled herself off the bed and made her way to the shower.

*****

They arrived at the greenhouse with several minutes to spare. Jamie had a pot of coffee ready, "Good morning. You two look like you could use some coffee. Hmmm, matching hickeys... must have been a good night?" She laughed happily as Molly and Willow raced for the coffee.

"Yeah. Great night. Best ever." Molly called out.

"Better than that." Willow echoed. "Oh, I got my rose tattoo last night."

"Good for you. I can't wait to see it... once it's healed." She added as Willow reached for the neck of her T-shirt. "Okay, today..." Jamie went on to give Molly and Willow their instructions for the day. They split up and got to work. After that, they didn't see each other until lunch time.

*****

The rest of the week went well; the girls worked apart and went home together. AT home, Willow cooked while Molly did most of the cleaning. When Friday morning came, Willow's mind was still reeling. Thursday evening, after dinner and clean-up, Molly finally sat Willow down for the 'Money Talk'. "It's like this," Molly explained. "The Hellsen fortune is unprecedented in history. The financial expertise in the old MSIC (that's the venture capital company formed by Grandma Kate's first husband) when combined with the success of the products made possible by the rose called Miracle form an unimaginably influential power base. Not to mention a profit margin unmatched in history. Now, let's talk specifics... and hang on to your hat. Ready?" Willow nodded. "Okay. Each Hellsen child, grandchild, and so far great-grandchild, at birth, is gifted $50 million as part of a trust managed by Hellsen, Inc. investment managers."

"You were given $50 million... you have $50 million?" Willow gasped.

"That was the day I was born. It's been compounding at an average rate of 8% per annum for 22 years. I can't touch it until I turn 25. Willow, Sweetheart, the last time I looked, two years ago, it was valued somewhere north of $256 Million." Willow simply stared, unable to comprehend what she'd just been told.

But she knew one thing, "I don't care about your money. Before we marry I'll insist on signing a document that says I get nothing if things don't work out between us. Shit. I wish you hadn't told me this."

"Most of us get 'the talk', officially, when we turn 16. But you know how kids talk... there are no secrets. I made sure of that." Molly laughed.

Then Molly pulled her car into the greenhouse parking lot. Willow brought her thoughts back to the present. "Still thinking about last night?" Molly grinned as she shut down the engine and climbed out.

"Yeah." Willow got out and met Molly at the back of the car. They kissed and walked into the building together. "I'm still having trouble grasping the scope of the business empire you described last night. It's just beyond me."

"Honestly, I don't think anyone does, not even gram and gramps. I suspect the one person who comes closest to understanding it all is my older brother Jacob. In the not-too-distant future he'll be succeeding my father as the CEO and Chairman of the board." She smiled. "Better him than me. But Jake lives for this; he's been studying the Hellsen financial reports since he was 12. That's enough money talk, we'd better get our minds on work now."

Willow tried to keep her mind on the job but the day was pretty much a blur. Thoughts of 'The Talk' kept popping up. Nicole had to stop Willow and remind her what she was supposed to be doing a couple times when her mind wandered. Thankfully, despite the challenges, Willow made it through the day without breaking anything or hurting herself—although during lunch, Niki suggested to everyone that they keep Willow away from anything sharp. When she and Molly left work, Willow insisted they stop at Super Sav-Mart to do shopping for groceries and other necessities. With a leer, Willow reminded Molly that she intended to purchase clippers, shaving cream, and razors to deal with Molly's bush.

Molly gulped dramatically, "Tonight?"

"Probably. So you can get used to baldness before we go to work on Monday."

"Makes sense... but you know, you don't have to treat me like a child. I've been shaving my arm, legs, and underarms since I was 13."

"Uh huh. If you'd like I'll take care of those for you as well?" Willow offered.

"Let's see how you do defurring my pussy Sweetheart." Molly replied. Willow started laughing. "What?" Molly challenged.

"Is defurring a real word?"

"Yes. But not the way I'm spelling it or defining it." Molly laughed too, "But if my spelling and definition aren't in the dictionary, they should be. I suppose, of course, we could be boring and just say shaving?"

"Nah, what fun would that be. I wonder how the Oxford or Webster's people would list it. Maybe: Defur (Verb) 1. The act of removing, or having removed, one's pubic or body hair. How's that sound?"

"I love it. Let's write to those guys and suggest it. Maybe we can get voted as word of the year." Molly laughed happily.

"Okay but we still need to go shopping, otherwise we'll have nothing to eat next week."

They finished shopping and arrived back to their apartment just as the sun was setting. After going to the bathroom and plugging in the new clippers to charge, Willow washed her hands before she cracked eggs, shredded cheese, and chopped onions for omelets. Molly, with directions from Willow as to where she wanted things, put away the rest of the groceries. As Willow poured the beaten eggs into her omelet pan she asked Molly to get down plates and forks. The toast popped up just as Willow divided and plated the omelet.

"You know, Willow, when you said we were having an omelet for dinner I thought you were crazy but this is really good. I never would have thought that cheese, spinach, and onion could taste so good together. Thank you."

"You're welcome. I discovered the combo by accident. One time, a couple years ago, I was shredding cheese... I forget what I was making... and I stole a pinch of cheese. I must have picked up a piece of diced onion with it, and it was delicious; one of my favorite flavors combinations. It might be best, though, if we brush our teeth before we kiss."

"Screw that!" Molly leaned over and kissed Willow. As she backed away the doorbell chimed. "I'll get it." Molly jumped up and ran for the door. She came back carrying a box.

"What's that?" Willow asked as she picked up the dirty plates and cutlery.

"A surprise... for the future."

"Maybe a little hint?"

"A hint? Okay... maybe not at first but eventually you'll like it."

"That's not much of a hint. It sounds more like a parent trying to get their kid to eat liver."

"You're closer to the truth than you know. I'm going to take a shower." In less than a minute Molly was back, "You've already plugged in the clippers! You're really going to do this, aren't you?"

"Yes. At least once I want your pussy as smooth as a baby's bottom while I ravish you."

Molly bit her bottom lip, "Okay." She said softly, "I'll go wash up."

Willow heard the shower start. She washed the dishes and set them aside to dry. After that she wiped the stove and countertops. Satisfied the kitchen was clean, she went back to the bathroom and found Molly soaking under the hot spray. "May I join you?"

"I was hoping you'd ask that. Come on in." As Willow stripped, Molly reached down and scratched her thick and unruly pubic hair, "I can't even imagine what I'll look like when this is gone. I remember how proud I was when I was 11 and it first started growing. All the other girls were so jealous."

"I know. In gym class I was envious of the hairy guys... until I tried my mother's panties for the first time. That changed everything; body hair became a curse. Give me the washcloth; I'll do your back." Molly's back ended up being the whole body. Willow lovingly scrubbed every inch and then Molly reciprocated. "Kitty, I can't think of anything else to clean. Let's get out and dry off."

"Okay. Maybe I was stalling." Molly was closest so she shut off the water while Willow took off her shower cap and shook out her hair. They stepped out of the shower and took turns drying each other.

"I guess you're ready." Willow handed Molly a towel. "Go put this on the bed and lay down with your legs hanging off the edge. I'll be right in." Willow leaned up and kissed Molly. "Relax Sweetheart, I'll be very careful and take good care of you."

Willow pulled out a small plastic basin and filled it with hot water then gathered her razors, shaving cream, washcloth, and the clippers. She carried everything into the bedroom. She stopped dead in her tracks and stared at Molly lying back on the bed with her legs spread, her head propped up on a pillow. "Oh My God!" She whispered. "You are so beautiful. Kitty, may I take a picture of you like that?"

"That's not a good idea. I'm not really against it... but what if you lose your phone... or you send the picture out by accident. That wouldn't be good for us... or the family."

Willow sighed, "You're right, of course. I wasn't thinking. But lying there like that you are just so amazing."

"Thank you Babe. You'd better set that load down before you drop it." Molly laughed. Willow set the stuff down and returned to the bathroom.

When she came back she kneeled between Molly's legs, then changed her mind and sat cross-legged. She stared at the thick fur covering Molly's pussy, "Are you ready, Kitty?"

"If I say no?

"Then I'll stop immediately. I won't do anything you ask me not to."

"Just checking. Go ahead, I'm ready."

"If you want to watch, I brought you a mirror." Willow handed it to Molly.

Molly fiddled with it for a few seconds then set it aside and closed her eyes, "Go ahead. I'm just going to relax and try to enjoy the experience."

Willow picked up her comb, "Okay, I'm going to comb you first."

Molly's eyes popped open and she grabbed her mirror, "Now THAT I want to see." She laughed and watched avidly as Willow groomed her fur. "Mmm." She hummed, "That feels kind of nice. It's sort of like when they wash your hair at the salon. It's so... so... decadent having someone else tending to your most intimate needs."

"It is. And I've only just started." Willow put down the comb. She leaned forward and placed the lightest kiss on Molly's clit hood. She wiped her mouth to clear the loose hair. "Okay Kitty, I'm going to start the clippers now. Don't be startled." She paused to attach the 1/8" guide then turned on the clippers. They were surprisingly quiet and they made quick work of the thickest parts of Molly's muff. "Roll over Kitty. I want to check around your rosebud."

"Are you serious?" Molly opened one eye.

"Very. I'll not have my fiancée clean and smooth in the front and hirsute in the back. That just won't do." Willow smiled as she shut off the clippers and brushed them clean.

Molly rolled over so that Willow could see. She turned her head, "Hey Babe, turnabout is fair play. When you finish, I want equal time to play with your hair. It's only right."

"I can agree to that. You're not going to cut it are you?"

"Oh, hell no! I'll comb it, run my fingers through it, braid it, try some fancy updos... stuff like that."

"That's fine and if it gets straggly feel free to give me a very light trim while you're at it."

"I'm not sure I'd trust myself near your hair with a pair of scissors. I've told you I have a serious hair fetish. You know, the whole family thinks, back when I was 13, that I shaved my head for rebellion. That's partly true; however, you're the first person I'm telling this: while I shaved my head I had two fantastic orgasms... without ever touching myself. Please don't tell anyone."

"Thank you for sharing that. Your secret is safe with me. When we're done I'll hide the clippers so you can't find them. You know you're really hairy back here as well. I'm going to start the clippers again. Hey! I just saw your butt cheeks clench. Relax."

Willow quickly trimmed Molly's rear, "Okay, roll over again." Willow soaked the washcloth in the warm water and moistened Molly's pussy. "I'm putting on the shaving cream now... stay still." She squirted a good dollop of the soap onto Molly's mound and firmly massaged it in. She thought she heard Molly moan. She placed a finger over Molly's labia so the soap wouldn't go inside... she was mildly surprised to find that Molly was soaking wet. 'Lovely,' Willow thought to herself. 'This is going to be so much fun.'

"Here we go," She swished the razor in the warm water, "Last chance to change your mind."

"Do it."

With no hesitation Willow dragged the razor across Molly's mons. She took a deep breath and licked her lips as the first strip of soft hairless skin appeared. She continued working, carefully stripping away the stubble left by the clippers. She placed her thumb over Molly's clit for protection while she shaved around it. Molly groaned and lifted her hips, forcing Willow's thumb down between her labia. "Ahh." She sighed and reached up and held Willow's hand in place as she rubbed herself against it. Willow grinned and gave Molly a moment before she pushed Molly's hand out of the way.

"Not yet Sweetheart." Willow ran her fingers up and down and across Molly's skin looking for stubble. She touched up a few spots and then ordered Molly to turn over. "Spread em'." Willow wiped down the area, spread the shaving cream, and quickly razored Molly's backside. "Okay, I'm finished with the razor." She used the washcloth and wiped Molly clean of shaving cream. "Don't move, I'll be right back." She grabbed the bowl and cloth and hurried to the bathroom where she rinsed them and filled the bowl with clean water.

Willow returned to the bedroom and carefully wiped Molly clean. Satisfied, she set aside the bowl and cloth, took a deep breath, and buried her tongue between Molly's bald pussy lips. "Oh my God!" Molly groaned, "That feels so different... so sensitive... so good! Christ! Don't stop!" She ordered as Willow lifted her head to look at her.

Willow didn't stop... at least not until an hour later when Molly finally pleaded that she'd had enough. This time when Willow lifted her head and looked in Molly's eyes, Molly placed her hands on Willow's cheeks and smiled, "You're a mess... but you're beautiful. Thank you."

"Thanks. Let's go rinse off, then we need to put some moisturizer on you. Trust me on this."

"Moisturizer?"

"Yeah. You asked what that bottle of coconut oil was for. Now you'll find out."

They'd finished rinsing and Willow had liberally moisturized Molly and they were relaxing in their bed, languidly kissing, touching, and stroking... not erotically... simply enjoying the closeness. Willow propped herself up on one elbow. "Hey Kitty, do you want to feel something amazing?"

"After everything we've done tonight, I'm not sure I can handle any more."

"This is easy. Get up and put on your softest pair of panties."

Molly complained but eventually Willow convinced her to do as she asked. Molly rolled on top of Willow, kissed her, then got off the bed. She grinned, "You didn't say which way I had to go to get off the bed." Because of a cramp she'd got in her leg earlier, Molly limped over to the dresser. "How about these?" She held up a pair of silky, white, bikini panties.

"They'll do. Put them on."

Molly did. Then took one step, "Oh my God!" She stopped and began shaking. Willow jumped off the bed and wrapped Molly in her arms.

"Feels good, doesn't it."

"Fuck... I can't believe how sensitive I am. Shit, why did I wait so long to shave? This is amazing." Molly turned in Willow's arms and kissed her. "Thank you, thank you, thank you for this. Promise me... you'll never let me get hairy and nasty again... ever."

"I promise. Perhaps you should speak with Auntie Natalie and see if there is a permanent solution?"

"That sounds like a plan. Hey, Willow, these feel so amazing, would you mind if I sleep like this... at least for tonight?"

"Go ahead Kitty. I still remember the first time I put on panties after shaving. It was wonderful."

"Thanks, we'll go see Aunt Natalie after work tomorrow. Is that okay."

"Fine. Let's go to sleep now."

*****

The next day at work Willow noticed that Nicole was staying nearby and watching her closely. "Relax, Niki. I've come to grips with what was distracting me yesterday. I'm fine now. My mind is back in the greenhouse.

"You're sure? I don't want you hurting yourself."

"Honest, I'm fine."

"Alright then. I want Tables 1-9 tagged and brought up to the sales area by the end of the day. Get on it. I'll see you later." Nicole left Willow to her work. Willow finished her task with about 15 minutes to spare. She had time to wash her hands and comb her hair before it was time to clock out.

Molly came from the back with her grandfather. "Bet they were in the lab." Willow muttered. She waved to Molly and got back a wave as Molly rushed over and grabbed her in a hug. "Did you call Natalie?"

"I did. I told her we needed to speak in private. She said to stop by anytime after work. I thought we could go over there before dinner."

Willow nodded agreement. She took a short nap as Molly drove to Natalie's. She woke as they pulled into the parking lot. "That wasn't as exciting as the last time when you slid in."

"I wasn't as distracted this time." They went inside and greeted Celia; she told them to go straight up to Natalie's office.

"Hello girls." Natalie greeted them while she lay back on a recliner. "What's the big mystery you didn't want to talk about on the phone?"

Molly blushed bright red, "I... um... well last night... ah... we... you know..." Without thought she reached for her crotch.

Natalie laughed happily as sat upright, "Let me guess, Molly. You shaved your... pubic hair?"

Molly blushed an even brighter shade of red as she nodded.

"And?"

"Auntie... I really like it! I feel so sexy, and Willow loves it!" It was Willow's turn to blush but she nodded her agreement.

"And?" Natalie prompted again.

"I want to keep myself smooth like this. But I don't want to be bothered with shaving. Can you help?"

"I can... if you'll both swear on the soul of your first-born child to keep what I tell you an absolute secret. You can't tell anyone... friend, family, acquaintance... nobody can know. Do you understand? Can you keep your mouths shut?"

"I promise." Willow and Molly echoed each other.

"Okay, here's the backstory: roughly 50 years ago, Miracle Pharmaceuticals developed a hair removal lotion. It did a wonderful job. Too wonderful, in fact. If you used it three times; each application exactly seven days apart, you would end up totally, permanently, hairless in the areas where you applied the lotion. Miracle offered it to select vendors, but it quickly became obvious that unscrupulous people were using it to... I can't think of the word... but the assholes were mixing the lotion in people's shampoo and laughing as their victims went bald. Miracle quickly removed the lotion from the open market."

"And the moral of the story?" Molly asked.

"Miracle still produces the lotion in small amounts. It's mostly offered to doctors and hospitals that need patients to be permanently hairless in a specific area before surgery or other treatment."

"And?" Molly asked.

"If you're absolutely certain this is what you want. I'll provide the three tubes of lotion that will leave you permanently hairless."

"So besides my pubes, I could do my whole body... except my head and eyebrows of course?"

"Yes. Each tube has enough for the entire body. Willow, if you help, make sure you wash your hands thoroughly before you touch your hair. So, what do you think?" Molly looked over to Willow. Willow looked back and nodded, "Okay Auntie, I'd like to do it."

End of Part 9

Author's Note: Thank you for reading my stories. I hope to write one more chapter about Willow and Molly. One hint of what's to come: unlike some of my other stories, there will be a happy ending, although I haven't yet plotted out how we'll get there.

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