Cecil entered the shop and stared around curiously. It was the first time he had ever been inside a theatrical supplies store and the bizarre stock of merchandise attracted his eyes like a magnet. He was fingering the material of a flimsy ballet tunic when the man's voice startled him.
"Yes? Can I help you?" He was a small man, fiftyish, with a trace of a potbelly on spiderish legs. His eyes fastened on Cecil with interest. "You're in ballet?" he asked.
Cecil shook his head. "No," he took a deep breath then told the story he had so carefully rehearsed. "I I have a part in a play," he murmured, his voice unconvincing even to his own ears, "and I want to try on an outfit a a costume," he corrected himself, "to to see how I look."
"What kind of a costume?" asked the man, "What part do you play?"
"I I play the part of a girl," murmured Cecil, almost inaudibly.
"Oh!" the man rubbed his chin thoughtfully, then asked, "A transvestite?"
"What?" Cecil didn't quite understand.
The potbellied man sighed, "D'you want to look like a man dressed as a girl or just like a girl… an ordinary girl?"
"That's what I want," breathed Cecil, "just to look like an ordinary girl."
"That shouldn't be any problem," the man eyed Cecil's physique thoughtfully, "I'll bet you could step right into a regular size," he murmured, then asked, "How tall are you?"
"Five – four," Cecil told him.
"D'you want to come to the dressing room in the back and try some dresses on?" the man asked.
"Yes," Cecil felt a warm glow spread through his body, "I'd like to do that." He watched as the man moved to the end of the old – fashioned counter, pulled back a curtain, then nodded his head to Cecil. "You can change in here," he told him, "there's a stock of standard sizes on the rack in the closet."
Cecil moved forward eagerly and stepped into the small room. There were mirrors and lights… It was just like a stage dressing room, Cecil realized.
"Ever worn girl's clothes before?" the man asked casually.
Cecil shook his head, feeling his face flush as errant memories of squirming into Alma's panties and Blanche's tight silk briefs flickered through his mind. "No," he said quietly, "I've never dressed up as a girl."
"I'd better help you then," the man gave a fat laugh, "you don't wanna get tangled up in a skirt!"
Cecil smiled, silently.
"My name's Benny," the man said… And Cecil remembered seeing the name over the door: Benny's Theatrical Supplies. "I own the shop," he grinned, "such as it is… I used to do makeup in Hollywood," he added as though it was something to be proud of.
"Is that so?" said Cecil politely.
"Yeah," said Benny, "Quite a while ago – " his voice trailed off and he moved to a closet, opened the door.
"You just want the externals?" he asked, "or the whole bit underwear, stockings all that?"
"Th the whole bit," said Cecil, swallowing the lump in his throat. He waited while Benny went into his shop, collected stockings, garter belt, panties and brassiere then he caught his breath when Benny murmured:
"You got the right kind of figure for a part like this," then he glanced at Cecil's face and added apologetically, "If you don't mind my saying so."
"No," he murmured, "I don't mind " and he felt the glow spreading through his body more strongly.
"Take, your time," murmured Benny as he moved to the curtain, "let me know when you're changed " his eyes flickered over Cecil's body, "I'm curious to see how you look."
"All right," said Cecil, his eyes on the small, exciting pile of female apparel, "I’ll let you know."
"If you need somethin' just holler " said Benny as he went back into his shop.
Cecil tried to curb the tremor in his body. He picked up a small item of clothing with shaking hands, held it gently, tenderly against his body. He was going to be a girl! he told himself with restrained excitement. Me, Cecil a girl! Slowly, curbing the tingling thrill that shivered through his flesh, Cecil began to undress.
The first thing he must do, Cecil had decided, was find put if he really looked like a girl when he was dressed in the right clothes. Then, if he passed that first small but so important test, he would continue with his plan. Benny's Theatrical Supplies was a forty – five minute busride from where he lived and Cecil was glad of that. He didn't want to run into someone he knew when he was wearing girl's clothes! Not now not yet! He wanted to try them out first.,. And try them on the street, too!
"Geezus! I I can't hardly believe it!" Benny's eyes seemed to pop from his head as he stared at Cecil.
The short, woolen skirt hugged Cecil's hips, enhancing the girlishness of them and his legs, now that they were encased in silk and with the high – heeled shoes (that Cecil had found in the bottom of the closet) pushing out his calves, looked more like female limbs than male. Beneath the satin blouse, the special brassiere with its built – in foamy nipples fitted over Cecil's already overdeveloped breasts to give an appearance of sweet young buds. Without any further aids, Cecil already looked like a young developing girl.
"You look one hundred percent female!" Benny breathed as he moved close to Cecil, reached out touched a softly rounded hip. "You even feel like a girl," he muttered as his fingers squeezed pliable flesh. Benny grinned: "How do you feel?"
Cecil looked at him with wide, suddenly shy eyes. "Like a girl," he whispered, "just like a girl!"
Benny sank down onto a chair. "I can believe that," he muttered devoutly, "I sure as hell can believe that! Lift up your skirt!" Benny made lifting movements with his hand, "I gotta see if your legs look as good as the rest."
Cecil smiled, enjoying himself more than he ever remembered. He raised the tight skirt to his hips. "Geezus Chrise!" Benny muttered again. "Perfect!" His eyes flickered up to where the tight, pink silk panties stretched across the small penis that was unnoticeable through the skirt. "Sure you ain't a girl?" Benny's voice was husky.
Cecil just smiled.
Benny jerked himself upright, reached out to Cecil's crotch, gripped the softness of his tiny cock. His eyes went to Cecil's face, he smiled: "Only just " he murmured enigmatically. He drew his hand away, slowly, reluctantly. "Gotta fix your face an' your hair," he muttered.
Cecil looked at him questioningly.
"Sit down here," Benny motioned to a stool in front of a makeup shelf. He grinned at Cecil's expression. "Forgotten that I'm a makeup man?" he asked.
"Yes," murmured Cecil as he seated himself daintily on the stool, "I'd forgotten." Benny skillfully applied eye shadow. "You sound like a girl, too," he murmured as he worked. "You'll be okay in the play you were telling me about."
Cecil flushed beneath the light layer of matte foundation that Benny had spread on his cheeks. "Don't you even have to shave?" Benny had asked in awe. Did Benny suspect that he'd been lying, he wondered.
"What's your name?" Benny asked as he touched Cecil's eyebrows very lightly.
Cecil took a deep breath, then said what he'd been telling himself he would say when he was able: "Cecile," he murmured softly and sweetly.
"Cecile!" Benny repeated. "That's a girl's name!"
"Yes," murmured Cecil. "I'm a girl."
Benny's hand stopped its work on Cecil's face then he grinned, resumed his task. "You really live the part, don't you… Cecile?" he said, emphasizing the end of the name.
Cecil smiled, moistened his lips.
Benny noticed it. He sat very still. "You could pass as a girl did you know that?"
Cecil leaned forward eagerly. "You mean that, Benny?" he asked, remembering the mans name."
"Yeah sure every little thing you do is is like a girl! Are you actin'?"
"No," Cecil shook his head, "I – I'm just being myself."
Benny spoke as though his throat was too tight. "You you shoulda bin a girl!"
"Yes," Cecil wasn't smiling anymore, "I I shoulda!"
"I want to take a walk on the street," said Cecil when his makeup job was completed.
"Like that?" asked Benny.
"Yes," Cecil murmured, "Like this… I want to to see if anyone notices anything… you know… anything wrong."
Benny frowned. "You you're not supposed to " he began, then shook his head, laughed: "No one’ll see anything wrong. All they'll see is a girl," he hesitated, then flushed as he added: "a pretty, young girl!"
"Why, thank you, Benny!" Cecil cooed out the words like a sweet, young chick. "I won't take long." He gave Benny a smile, "Not worried about the clothes and and things, are you?"
"Naw."
"There's enough cash in my old clothes to " Cecil began but Benny interrupted.
"I ain't worried about nothin’… Cecil " he added self – consciously. "When when you come back I’ll have a surprise for you."
He sat at the counter in the drug store and ordered coffee. It was a slack part of the day and when the waitress had served him, she lingered.
"You work in the office up above?" she asked curiously.
"No – no," Cecil answered nervously, "I I don't work or live around here." He felt awkward, fearful of an adverse reaction.
"Good for you," the girl smiled remarking, "it's a lousy district " and she moved down the counter to serve a new customer.
Cecil gave a sigh of relief. His first small test… It had been okay!
The customer was entering the drug store as Cecil was leaving. The man held the door open for him, brushed his hand lightly across Cecil's buttocks as he passed. Cecil didn't need to hear the low, quiet whistle that came from the man's lips to know that he had passed another small test. He felt elated.
"Well?" asked Benny as soon as Cecil entered the shop, "How'd it go?"
Cecil turned bright eyes on the potbellied, little man. "Wonderful," his voice was soft and thrilling, "They they really accepted me as as a girl!" There was a shade of wonder in his tone.
"What else " Benny spoke, gruffly. He moved to the back of the shop, "here this is for you."
Cecil took the small pair of satin panties from Benny's outstretched hand. "They're cute, Benny " then a note of puzzlement crept into his voice, "the ones that I'm wearing are fine, though."
Benny laughed, took the satin briefs back and turned them inside out. "Look," he told Cecil, "these are really special. They're braced no one'll ever know you you’ve got a cock when you wear these!" His face was red as he finished speaking, then he laughed self – consciously, "You know somethin' funny?
I feel kinda funny when I say cock to ya just as though as though you're really a girl!"
Cecil's cheeks flushed, faintly, delicately.
"Come on," Benny's voice was gutteral, "Let's see ya try 'em on." He moved to the dressing room, satin panties in his hand, with urgent, eager steps.
After a breathless second, Cecil followed him.
"I I guess they're the right size," Benny's voice was tight. He stood close to Cecil and his hand slipped down. "Geezus your flesh is soft," he said hoarsely as he touched Cecil's buttocks. His hand slithered over the cleft in his bottom, probed gently into it. He stepped back suddenly. "Okay, Cecile," and he said the name without any hesitation this time, ‹‹try 'em on!"
Cecil wriggled out of the woolen skirt as though it was something he'd been doing all his life his fingers slipped inside the waistband of his briefs and his eyes flickered to Benny's face shyly. "I I feel strange doing this in front of of you, Benny," he murmured. The panties slid down; Cecil turned, showing his white, smoothly curved buttocks. Benny drew in his breath noisily.
Cecil dragged on the special pair of satin panties. They were tight, snug, and when he had them on there was not the slightest trace of a protuberance at the base of his belly.
Benny muttered, "Perfect they're perfect, Cecile!" His eyes filled with admiration.
Cecil looked at himself in the mirror. He looked like Blanche, h«j thought. How often had he watched Blanche parade around the bedroom in her newest briefs, showing them off to him rousing the envy in his heart which was always so close to the surface! He didn't need to envy Blanche, not anymore! Cecil walked to Benny. "Feel them," he said, 'they fit me like a glove."
"Yeah," Benny stroked Cecil's hips gently, "like a glove is right."
Cecil stood back, slid the satin down his skin, wriggled himself out of them. He turned in time to see Benny staring at his naked buttocks with a fixed glaze in his eyes. He dropped the satin briefs.
"Geezus Chrise!" said Benny with feeling.
Cecil bent to retrieve the briefs off the floor. His buttocks protruded into the air as his hands went down.
Benny slid to the side of the small room so that he was still behind Cecil, still looking at the smooth flesh that shimmered in the light. "Geezus!" he said and moved up close behind Cecil. "You know somethin', Cecile," he muttered, his hand gliding onto the smooth skin again, "I I ain't no queer or nothin' like that but but just lookin' at you,… it it's given me a hard. You know what I mean my cock's as hard as hell!"
Cecil remained motionless, barely breathing.
Benny's pants were open at the front, he pushed his body against Cecil, gently. "I I" Benny panted.
Then Cecil felt something touch his buttocks… Something moist that wriggled and pulsed… "I wanna screw you, Cecile so help me I wanna screw you!"
The test! Cecil thought. The final test! He wriggled his flesh against the hot, little man. he was still leaning forward: the cheeks of his bottom was still stretched open. Benny's hands rested on the sides of Cecil's hips then something warm and hard touched the tiny mouth of his star.
Benny moved himself very slowly, very lightly. "Cecile," he panted, his penis poised at the opening of the anus, "Can I?" his voice rose too high, "I I ain't never done nothin' to a girl if she – she didn't want me to. Cecile, tell me… can I screw your ass?"
Cecil drew in a long, trembling sob of air. "No Benny no " he murmured, "you you cant " his voice went down so low that the words barely trickled out: "screw my ass." Cecil breathed deeply, painfully for long, poignant seconds then the words came out: wet, slick and thirsty: "You can fuck me, Benny " he paused, then spewed it all out: "Up my cunt, Benny fuck me up my cunt!" and he thrust himself back, hard and fast, until the stiff, throbbing shaft pierced his tiny star and plunged deeply into his body.
Cecil was seventeen years old.