Molly Skyfire's comic is illustrated With a palette of pastel blues and pinks that are contrasted against a dark purple. A young, pre-transition author awakes deep beneath the sea. She is dressed in teenage boy clothing: jeans, t-shirt, and an assortment of rubber band bracelets around one wrist. She has a mop of hair on top that is framed by the shaved sides, and a thin braid that dangers over one shoulder. Her clothes and hair wave in the water like the seaweed behind her, and off in the distance she sees a magical kingdom enclosed in a bubble. "Full transcript: https://www.ohjoysextoy.com/becoming-molly-skyfire "

The narrator sits upright in bed, looking haggard. Her room casts strong, menacing shadows across her wall and over her. Narration: My waking life was less idyllic. Now in a great, fantastical forest with giant, twisty trees, our narrator and her friend clamber along an outstretched branch. The environment feels cool and nurturing. Narration: But I found joy in my imagination. And I was never alone. "Hey." She asks as the two traipse across a long, thick branch. "What's your name, anyway?" "Call me Molly." She replies. "Ok, but like, who are you?" Our protagonist presses. "Why are you here?" "What a great question." Answers Molly as the two stop to take in the view. They are the size of specs compared to the enormous double moons that hang low over the tops of distant mountains and the skeletal alien creatures that wade through a lake.

Narration: As an adult I found new ways to explore my mind. A mushroom grows next to the narration. Narration: In my quest for self-knowledge, I encountered my shadow. The mushroom's stalk grows downward, rooting through the hairline and forehead of a giant screaming face. A horizontal eye sits in the center of the forehead, framed by the mushroom's roots. The eyebrows and eye slits on either side of the single eye all squeeze together in agony. A liquid drains from either eye slit, screaming, "I WANT TO BE FREE!" The priest's head is framed by the open screaming mouth as he looks at us with extreme judgement. He wears a small braid down the side of his face, like our narrator has. Halo-ing around the priest's head are the words "I MUST CONTAIN MYSELF" "NO!" Screams the other eye slit from the giant head. The priest's hands extend before him, looming over a small shadow figure who crouches on the ground. From each hand a laser beam fires straight down to the shadow, connecting to handcuffs around their wrists. The shadow person has a powerful magnetic glow surrounding them. "NO MORE HIDING!" Says the shadow person. "LET. ME. OUT." The ground cracks beneath them, as if it were impacted by an asteroid.

Back in reality, our narrator returns to consciousness in the same crouched position as the shadow. Her thing braid loops over her shoulder and she is surprised to find herself weeping. Narration: I woke up in my boyfriend's closet. The irony was not lost on me." "She was ME all along, Grey." The narrator- Molly- explains tentatively to her boyfriend as they sit on his bed. "Repressed, ashamed & angry as all Hell. How do I be myself after all this time?" "You can DO this love." The boyfriend reassures her with a hand on her shoulder. "Trust me, admitting who you really are is a big step. The rest is done a little at a time..." In another scene, Molly's boyfriend gives her the thumbs up as she models a dress. "...with a lot of help." Finishes Grey's sentence from the previous scene. Dressed fully in femme clothing, Molly poses with a gaggle of friends. "You are not alone." Concludes Grey's narration.