Molly walked back and forth nervously in her locker room, wringing her hands as she waited for X-pac to arrive. Thoughts had been going through her mind at break-neck pace, so much that she probably gotten only about 3 hours of rest through the night, if at all.

She didn't know anything about seducing, she knew it involved kissing, but her naïveness held her back from knowing much more. Matt had shielded her from the horrors of the world; she hadn't even known how much he had until this moment had come.

Her head jerked up when the door knocked. Wiping her sweating hands nervously on the sides of her jeans, she went to open the door. There, instead of X-pac was a woman with bleached blonde hair with the roots showing, and lots of makeup.

"Hi, I'm Andrea." The woman said, sauntering in with her strappy heels and short skirt.

Molly looked at her in confusion. "Are you sure you have the right room?"

"You are Molly, aren't you? X-pac sent me here to.." Andrea touched Molly's hair and examined it closely. "Is your hair naturally blonde?"

"Um..yes." She replied uncomfortably, Andrea seemed to be trying her best to put Molly at ease but she only made her more nervous than she was.

"Sit down." Andrea patted the seat on the couch, already digging into her purse to find something.

Molly edged towards the seat and stiffly sat down, trying not to move as she began to put on what seemed like layers and layers of eye make up. "Isn't that enough eyeshadow?"

Andrea shook her head, "There can never be too much eyeshadow, a couple of more and you're set."

Molly closed her eyes and tried to imagine what she would have to do. What she would have to do? She didn't even know the answer to that! Should she try to talk to Mr. McMahon first, or just start kissing him instead? Should she kiss him first, then talk to him afterwards? She never thought something like this could be so difficult.

Andrea clipped her blush container closed. "Done, wait a minute." She had a bigger bag that she had brought in, digging into the bag and producing what looked like a tie up shirt and a very short skirt with a slit at the side that made it seem even shorter.

"What is this?" Molly asked, horrified that she would have to wear something so..demeaning.

"It's your outfit of course, you'll look great, go try it on." Andrea urged Molly, lightly pushing her in the direction of the bathroom.

Molly quietly closed the door behind her, locking it. She didn't want to look at the mirror but forced herself to, knowing she should at least realize what she would have to put up against. The image that looked at her gasped. Was this even her? Her face seemed to have matured years, and not necessarily for the better. Her lips were a burning red color; her lips looking seductive and taunting as if beckoning her object to reach out and kiss her.

She grabbed her hair, pulling it across her face and trying to hide the image. This wasn't her; the image staring back at her now looked more like…like a slut. A whore. Who had this woman who had walked into her life changed her into?

She hadn't even realized her hands were gripping the sides of the sink so hard that her knuckles had been turning white, she let the sink go, watching her hands shake. She hadn't felt the feeling in days, though she would have had to be a fool to expect the feeling not to come back. She felt the need for the razor and the comforting numbness that it brought along with the pain.

Pain is only as real as you want it to be

Molly wanted to wash all the make-up off, to make herself back to the Molly she knew again, or the closest she could. She didn't want to look older; she just wanted to look like herself. Molly Holly.

A banging on the door caused her to snap out of her stupor, setting her into action. She quickly put on the outfit, not giving a glance at herself before heading out because she knew if she had, she wouldn't have been able to go through with the plan. The make up had been bad enough, what would happen to her once the clothes were on?

She washed her clammy hands once, wiping her hand on a towel. Unlocking the door, she opened just a crack, enough to see who it was.

"Molly, you okay?" It was X-pac, and the woman was already gone, she couldn't see her behind him.

"Yes, I-I'm okay." Molly opened the door wider, stepping out.

Even X-pac himself seemed shocked at Molly's transformation. She pulled nervously at the skirt, trying to make it longer, though the only thing she accomplished in doing that was making the skirt run up higher. "You look great."

Molly shook her head gently, her hair sprayed blonde hair making a halo around her. "No I don't. Couldn't I have worn something less…revealing?"

"It won't be for long, you can get back into your normal clothes just as soon as you get the job done." X-pac told her, still in disbelief at Molly's new appearance.

She managed to walk to the door in the rickety high heels, but when she went to open the door, she felt herself falling. A pair of strong hands stopped her in time from hitting the ground. She looked up at X-pac, nervously saying, "Thanks."

The wrestlers they passed in the hallway didn't even recognize her, she could tell by the hushed whispers of, "Who's that slut that's with X-pac?"

Molly tensed when she heard the comments, X-pac patting her on the shoulder reassuringly, lightly pushing her across the hallway to Vince McMahon's room. X-pac halted a few feet away from Vince's room, telling her he'd be outside until she came back out again.

Molly bit the inside of her cheek, her breathing coming out in short gasps. She could do this. She had to do this well, the others were relying on her. Hesitating, she knocked three times on the door, stepping back to wait for an answer.

"Come in," Mr. McMahon's voice hammered into her mind, worse than any chair shot she received in the head.

She took a deep breath before going in. This was it.

This…was it.

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This chapter's dedicated to my biggest PiMF fan Starfallen (And yes, "PiMF" does sound a bit odd, LOL) Keep rockin :)