Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men:Evolution, just myself and any original characters/background characters that might pop up from time to time.

xXxXxXxX = flashback

'Oh, yeah. Check some things out. I thought you meant car parts.' Molly growled.

A tall, curvy blonde woman with a very small waist in a low cut top had been checking Remy out for five minutes, and he had been doing the same with her.

'Jealous much?' Remy replied, smirking physically. 'No! Everything on her is fake. I bet her butt's not even real. And that hair came from a bottle. And her chest? That's all silacone.'

'No, I think her body's real. Her hair is definitely a dye job, though,'

'What? No way! Real boobs don't look like that! And you don't have a waist that small unless it's through surgery,'

'So maybe she got surgery. Oh, she's coming over!'

The blonde held up a pink air freshner shaped like a heart. "Excuse me, but does this smell like cherries or watermelon to you?" She said in a high pitched voice that bordered on obnoxious.

'Like the watermelon sized plastic stuffed down your shirt?' Molly said.

Ignoring Molly, Remy smelled the air freshner. "Smells like cherries to me."

"Oh, good! I just LOVE cherries!" She squealed, clapping her hands.

'Airhead,' Molly remarked.

'Shh!' Remy thought back.

'Ha! You're telling me to be quiet? You can't take your eyes off her fake boobs!'

'Well sorry I'm a guy!'

'Whatever!'

"Oh, my. You have such broad shoulders," The blonde ran her hands down Remys shoulders.

'Ugghh! I felt that! I don't believe this! I can feel your heart pounding. And that little rush of excitement when she touched you. I want my body back!' Molly whined.

"Th-thanks. Nice...blouse," Remy said, distracted by Molly.

"Oh, thank you," The woman batted her eyes, touching Remys chest.

They flirted a few minutes more, but with Molly not shutting up, Remy couldn't take it. He excused himself and walked back to the car.

'You're not usually this talkative. What's going on?' He asked.

'I'm more of an internal person is all. So since my psyche is in your head, that's all I can do is talk. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have ruined your flirting. I'm not being a very good friend,'

Remy smiled. Molly was actually being a great friend. Anyone could tell that blonde chick wouldn't be good for a guy. Remy was one to look but he didn't want to get involved with someone like that. He really did like Molly, but flirting with other girls was just fun sometimes.
Plus it made her insanely jealous. Wasn't so great when he got to hear her every thought on the matter, but it was fun teasing her.

'It's okay. She wasn't my type anyway. You want to go get some ice cream?'

By this time it was noon, perfect for ice cream.
'Sure,' Molly replied.

If Molly had a body Remy knew she'd be smiling.

Remy walked into the Institute laughing.
"You did that? Really? Wish I could've been there," He said aloud to Molly.

Kitty walked up to him. "Is everything okay?"

"Everything's fine. We were just out for a while. Is Beast back yet?" Remy asked.

"Not yet. How's she doing?"

"Happier," Remy said. He then went up to see the professor.

"Come in, Remy-and Molly," Xavier said.

"I, um, well, Molly was just wondering something," Remy said.

"Yes?" The Professor asked.

"When I go to sleep will she be okay? Nothing's going to happen to her?"

"Since she is a part of your consciousness now, everything should be fine. We're trying to work on the problem, but are having difficulty locating Beast and Forge. We'll let you know when we get in contact with them," Xavier said.

"Good. Thanks. Molly says thanks too," Remy said, leaving. He went to his room.

Molly giggled inside Remy's head.

"What is it Petite?"

'Oh, nothing. I guess I never noticed how tall you are. I mean, I noticed, but it's different seeing things through your eyes,'

Remy saw flashes of Molly's memories.

xXxXxXxX

Talking to some girl she barely knew.

"You're really short for seventeen. I thought you were younger,"

"Yeah," Molly said, "I get that a lot,"

xXxXxXxX

She scrutinized herself in the mirror wearing a tank top and shorts.

Curves everywhere. They seemed to appear overnight. Her hips stuck out, her waist made an interesting 'v' shape, and her front looked like she might as well have put a couple of melons down her shirt.

Goodbye childhood, hello womanhood.

xXxXxXxX

At the pool in a bathing suit.
"I hate my stomach. I look so fat!"

xXxXxXxX

She wasn't very comfortable with her body.
Remy felt embarrassed seeing her thoughts.

'Um, never mind that. Just, uh, random thoughts,' Molly said hurriedly.

'Forgotten it already.' He went back to thinking to her, 'You're right though, it is different. I'm sure I'd be thinking the same thing if the situation was reversed.'

'Hmph. If the situation was reversed, you'd probably hate it. I can't reach anything and everyone's bigger then me,' Molly said.

'Oh, I wouldn't hate it. Being in a girl's body might be nice,' Remy smiled.

'You're such a guy! Men are all the same. Get over it. They're boobs,' Molly said.

Remy was now in his room laying on his bed.

'That's the point. Besides I seem to remember a certain someone drooling over my body this morning,'

'Whatever.-He's so hot!-You didn't hear that!'

'Didn't hear what?'

'Exactly,'