Molly Holly had a big butt.
She knew this. It wasn't a fact that she could go without noticing. She had to pick out pants and face judgemental stares and occasionally lustful and envious glances. She knew the proportions of her body because it was impossible to not know the proportions of her body.
She also didn't really care. It didn't matter to her. All this stuff about people's judgment or envy or lust didn't really matter. Largely it didn't affect her life and it didn't affect how she felt about herself. It was just a thing that was. She liked her body mostly, and definitly didn't actively hate it. She had other things to think about. Her career. Her family. Her relationships, platonic, romantic and sexual. Becoming better as a human. Learning and growing. Things like that.
Similarly, Molly knew about her attraction to other girls. Since she also liked men and felt insecurity about her sapphic desires, she decided to pretend it didn't exist. It was much easier to ignore those pulls towards her own gender when she so often was in a realtionship with a man.
However, it became much harder to ignore when she broke up with her boyfriend and found herself watching Trish Stratus bra and panties matches from the locker room all the time. In order to ignore her homoerotic tendencies, she tried to avoid female sexuality altogether. It was much easier that way. Made it easier to ignore her insecurities and made it easier to ignore her guilt at suppressing her sexuality. It was an entirely recursive process that she had no desire to be apart of. She knew she might have to reckon with that process eventually, but it seemed so painful she'd rather put it off.
And then Trish made that impossible by oozing sex and likeability and generally being awesome. Molly hated her so much because of how hard it was to hate her.
She felt a certain madness grow. Not because she had an issue with her own sexuality, Molly realized that she was bi a long time ago, and on an abstract sense had little problem with that. It was the fact that on an emotional level she had deep insecurities about it, based mainly on her fear of opening up to her family and friends and pursuing relationships with other women. At the position she was in her life, she had no reason to not come out beside her own fear, and she couldn't quite accept that about herself. So over time, she became a person she couldn't recognize. Someone who regarded Trish and other women as temptresses and succubi and wanted to inflict physical pain on them. In fact, she did so, over and beyond the typical wrestling match. Attacking women at the backstage area. Hit them with belts. Chocked them out. It gave her a sick sense of relief, even though, deep down she knew it was wrong.
But she didn't aim for Trish. Not at first. Not physically. She only targeted her with words. In fact, in a way Trish started their first conflict.
Trish did that by humiliating her. Saying that she was jealous of Trish's and other women's bodies. That she had a big butt, one that she tried to cover up.
This made Molly Holly very, very aroused.
They had a match where they beat the utter living hell out of each other. Trish managed to win, hitting a satisfaction, then a Chick Kick before pinning Molly. Trish Celebrated with her belt. Then headed to the backstage.
Molly was after her.
"Come back for more hu-" Trish said but before long Molly's lips were on hers and her hands were on Trish's ass. Molly hauled her away deeper in and pushed her against the wall. Molly was kissing her desperately.
"I knew it. I knew you were a lesbian this entire-" Trish said with a smug grin when she came up for a breath.
"Shut the hell up you fucking slut." Molly said and she kissed her again. Trish kissed back just as hard, and gave Molly several smacks to her large backside that didn't do much to cool her down.
In a lust-filled haze they ended up at Molly's place, and Molly's tongue ended up below Trish's belt.
"What made you...ya know. Come around." Trish said.
"Apparently I like humiliation. Cause after that...stuff you said about my butt, all I wanted to do is fuck you." Molly said.
"Oh, you definitly wanted to fuck me before that." Trish said.
"Yeah. But that pushed me over the edge." Molly said.
"Good to know. If I ever need to get you fired up I just need to talk about your big fat ass." Trish said.
"You like my big fat ass." Molly said.
"Duh." Trish said and kissed Molly again.
It didn't happen overnight, but soon enough Molly felt a lot better about her sexuality. And Trish was happy to have helped.