Cecil jumped off the bus and hurried down the street. He could hardly wait to get to Benny's to change his clothes… get into his real clothes his girl clothes! To become a girl again. Even the few, fleeting, precious hours that he had spent in the clothes from Benny's shop had made him feel uncomfortable in his usual apparel… made him so hungry and eager to effect his wondrous transition again. In a few short minutes, he consoled himself as he quickened his steps, he would be himself again. Or, he wondered with an ambivalent sense of indecision, was it herself?
He felt so very, very different! He had been aware of the change in his feelings ever since… since Benny had seduced him. Seduced him! he thought. He even expressed himself within his own mind with new words, new thoughts! like when when Benny's long shaft had pierced him, causing the exquisite pain – thrills, the voluptuous ecstasy… He had thought I'm coming! I’m coming not having an iggly. Iggly was something that belonged in his past his child – past his boy – past… Such a thought, idea or word did not belong in his life, now. His new life: adult life and world! This was maturity… He had grown up and was no longer a small boy but… a girl! Any growing pains that might remain for him to withstand would be the labor pains of transformation: the pangs of female adolescence and there, Cecil let a small smile curve his lips, he had already been initiated into one, so – very – important aspect of femininity! Benny! the long, slim shaft and orgasm!
Orgasm! he thought of it as orgasm, now. Cecil squeezed his thighs together as he hurried through the streets, just the thought of the shop Benny orgasm caused his blood to race a little more quickly through his veins. It had been so good so wonderfully good! Cecil shivered and small goosepimples rose on his flesh.
A girl scurried past him down the street. She was slim, young, with deliciously curved legs below the short miniskirt. Cecil stared enviously after her. Not lustfully enviously! Cecil didn't crave her body, her soft, female flesh. He didn't want her… Maybe… to be her!
He moved on towards the shop with a new urgency in his steps. Soon, Cecile he murmured to himself, so soon, Cecile!