"Hello, Benny" Cecil spoke softly as he entered the shop.
The little man wheeled round from where he was opening a crate. "Cecile!" His voice shook with emotion and he gripped the counter to steady himself. "I I didn't expect you," he gasped and moved towards Cecil with urgent, jerky steps. "Geezus am I glad to see you, Cecile," he muttered, reaching out eagerly.
Cecil moved back. "Just a moment, Benny," he said softly, "I'm not Cecile, yet I haven't changed."
Benny breathed hard. "All right," he muttered, "if that's the way " he broke off, slid back the curtain in front of the dressing room, "here," he waved his hand, "it's all yours, Cecile." He smiled as Cecil brushed past him to enter the small room, then he followed him in and leaned on a chair. "Didn't you want " he began, his voice serious, "me to to kiss you?"
Cecil spun around from the mirror. "Oh, Benny," his voice was confused, "it's so hard to explain… When when I'm like I am now " he indicated his clothes with a helpless movement of his hands, "I don't want a man to to touch me not not kiss me or anything," he breathed deeply, then dragged off his jacket and began to remove his shirt. "Ill feel different when when I'm changed," he muttered.
Benny's face was bewildered. "I I don't understand, Cecil," he murmured, "I just don't understand."
Cecil paused in the act of pulling his undershirt over his head. "Neither do I, Benny neither do I!"
When Cecil had changed it was different. Even when he was only half – changed…
Benny stared at the satin panties as they stretched tightly over rounded hips when Cecil bent over to adjust a high – heeled shoe on a silk – stockinged foot. His eyes flickered up to the shimmering patch of white flesh between the silken hose and satin fringe. Geezuz! he muttered below his breath, he'd never felt this way about a boy! With him it had always been dames… why did he feel this way about Cecile? Benny glanced up: Cecil was reaching for the brassiere with the built – in nipples. He stared at Cecil's chest. "You don't hardly need that bra," he murmured, "You got pretty good tits of your own, Cecile."
Cecil glanced down at his body, then passed his hand lightly across his chest. The nipples were protrusive, and the flesh around them was soft, rounded overdeveloped. He had the figure of a young, boyishly built girl. Cecil squeezed the flesh around a nipple and the tip seemed to ooze forward, tense and enlarge.
"Cecile " Benny had slithered across the floor, he stood in front of Cecil, stretched out his hand, tentatively "D'you feel feel different?" he mumbled.
Cecil smiled a soft, welcoming smile "I feel like Cecile " and he thrust his chest forward until the rising nipple touched the fingers on Benny's eager hand.
Benny gripped the tip of it, squeezed, then gave a small sigh. "Welcome home, Cecile," he murmured as his lips went down and he sucked then nibbled at the tingling, squirming erection.
Cecil threw his shoulders back, strained his body against the delicious pull of Benny's lips. He closed his eyes, savoring the new thrills of ecstasy that quivered through his flesh. "Benny," Cecil whispered, "Benny, there's not much time " his words trailed off as Benny slid his fingers inside the satin panties, probed for and found the open star. "Oh, Benny," Cecil murmured, as a finger slipped into the cleft and his buttocks spread themselves apart as if they were welcoming the intruder. "B – Benneeh!" Cecil's voice rose high as the finger pierced deeper.
Benny breathed through his nose with painful intensity, his lips pulled the pliable flesh between his lips, and his teeth nibbled with restrained delight on the stiffening, rising tip. He felt Cecil thrust his body forward and his hand went down… As the hungry finger plunged ever deeper through the anal orifice, Benny moved his other hand onto Cecil's crotch. He felt the small organ pulsing through the satin. His finger lunged deep in the anus and Cecil squealed a muffled squeal, then jerked, sobbed out panted breath, then jerked again… and again. The satin under Benny's hand squirmed, pulsed then became wet.
Cecil sagged against Benny, then he murmured gently, "I came, Benny I came again."
Benny looked at Cecil's face: it seemed softer, warmer than it had a moment before. As he sank tiredly but happily onto the stool, Cecil smiled and murmured, "Thank you, Benny."
Benny dragged up his chair, dropped into it, stared at the flesh so close to his face, which quivered with each indrawn breath. "You've wet your panties, Cecile," he said, smiling as though he was talking to a naughty little girl, "I’ll have to get you another pair. Tell me what color you'd like."
"Pink," said Cecil sweetly, "Pink panties, Benny, please " and he smiled, leaned forward, and touched Benny's lips lightly with his tongue.
Then Benny went into his shop and selected the briefs that Cecil would wear for his date with Beverly.