Cecil walked steadily across the entrance hall in his high – heeled shoes. His movements were sure, smooth and confident. He would walk even more gracefully, he told himself, when he had completed the special modeling course that he had enrolled for. The miniskirt that he wore showed off the nicely rounded legs that gleamed in the most expensive pair of stockings that Benny had ever bought. The skirt was too short, Cecil had protested, showing Benny the inch of white thigh that showed at the hem when he bent but Benny had insisted, telling Cecil that any girls with legs as shapely as his would be crazy not to show them.
He stepped into the elevator at the back of the hall and waited for it to fill. He was used to the routine now. Every day for the past two weeks, he had arrived at the Bates Building in the downtown area, then ridden up to the twenty – first floor to start work at nine – thirty in the Shires Advertising Agency.
Cecil liked his job even though it was a lowly one, filing, typing, and transcribing letters and he liked the people who worked with him in the office. The two girls and three men: he like them all but some more than others, he told himself with a secretive, inward smile.
He wriggled himself inside the special panties that Benny had found for him. He still got a delicious thrill when he felt the satin pressing so strongly on his crotch. They were wonderful panties: specially made to hold in his penis and lift his balls under his body so that if anyone should brush against his belly and people so often did they would feel nothing except the tension of a girdle. They would never suspect what he really was. And the back of them Cecil just loved that just one thin strip of material snuggled in the cleft of his buttocks, allowing the soft, rounded cheeks to protrude, enticingly, temptingly… His bottom was irresistible, Benny told Cecil and he was beginning to believe him: he'd lost count of the number of times it had been pinched, squeezed, and prodded.
The padded brassiere pressed softly on his own ever – developing nipples Benny said he wouldn't need to wear a brassiere much longer if his breasts continued to enlarge and Cecil squirmed his body as he felt the elevator filling up. Felt it filling up because he was gradually pushed towards the back. They started to rise upwards with a small jerk and Cecil felt the man pushing against his buttocks.
He let out his breath in a small sigh. Again! it always happened! He gripped the cheeks of his bottom tightly together as he felt the knowing hand slip down so casually, so softly then touch his bare flesh beneath the brief skirt. He thanked Benny beneath his breath for the special panties. He shuddered to think what might have already happened if he hadn't been wearing them. As it was he felt so very completely safe!
Shirley the very sweet, younger of the two girls who worked in the office with him had told him that a man had actually got a finger inside the crotch of her briefs in this same elevator actually touched her. Cecil remembered Shirley blushing and lowering her voice when she told him veegee, as she so cutely called it. He'd touched the lips, she said – and she'd been so scared she didn't make a sound, just stood there letting him feel her until it was time for him to get off. When she got in the office, she said she was all upset. She didn't know, she told Cecil with a giggle, if she was coming or going!
The man behind him was pressing his body forward hard! Cecil moved slightly, touching the girl in front of him. She half glanced over her shoulder, saw Cecil, and he rolled his eyes backward to indicate the man behind him. She showed that she understood by giving him a small smile then it was time for Cecil to get off. And a good thing, too. He had felt the man's penis rearing harder and harder against his bottom. Cecil giggled to himself as he sidled towards the office. Another two floors and the guy behind him would have shot off! Lovely! he murmured to himself,]Such fun! He was still smiling when he entered the small office.
"Good morning, Cecile," said Shirley sweetly as soon as he sat down.
Cecil answered her, smiled at her, and admired her trim, little figure. Shirley was a cute little girl, he thought. The boss in the office thought that she was nineteen, but she had confided to Cecil that she had added two years to her age when she'd left home in the North two years before.
"Come downstairs with me for coffee at eleven," she whispered into his ear, "I want to talk to you it's very important," she added in her silent little voice.
He nodded, smiled and watched her wiggle her way across to her desk opposite his. What did Shirley want now? he wondered.
"Hello, Tim," said Cecil to the youth who had paused at his desk.
"Hello, Cecile," said the young man, blushing as he leaned forward and tried to stare down the front of Cecil's sweater, "you look good enough to eat," then he hurried across the room.
Cecil stared after him thoughtfully. Would he have said that if he'd known? He patted his hair, feeling glad that it had grown so quickly and grateful, too, to the hairdresser who had made it look so casually but carefully groomed. All through the months that he'd spent studying stenography, Cecil had been training his hair to grow the way he wanted. His efforts had not been in vain.
He glanced across to Shirley. She sat behind one of those old – fashioned desks that looked like a board on two filing cases. Tim loved it, thought Cecil with a smile, every time he was passing Shirley's desk, he found some excuse to bend down and stay down to peek, glance or stare transfixed up Shirley's legs. Cecil stared up them now. For such a small girl, she had wonderful legs, he noticed not for the first time. She had panties on today, black ones… yesterday her thighs, buttocks, and hairy little belly had been bare. Cecil knew that. Shirley had accidentally – on – purpose shown him that in the tiny powder – room that Shires provided for their female staff. For their female staff! he thought with a pleasant thrill. He still got a tiny blast out of being a girl. Then he wondered why Shirley wore panties one day and not the next!
"I'm going to move," said Shirley as they sat at the counter in the main floor drug store and waited for their coffee.
He turned to her with a small sense of shock. "You're leaving Shires," he murmured, sounding concerned, "Oh, no!"
Shirley smiled, reassuringly. "Not Shires," she said. "I'm moving into an apartment." She had been telling Cecil that she hated the pokey room that she had rented in an apartment – cum – rooming – house in a seedy part of the city.
"Well!" Cecil sounded surprised, "Didn't take you long to find one it was only yesterday that you told me you were going to move."
"I've been looking for a long time," she said with her demure self – consciousness that reminded him of Beverly the old Beverly. "The only thing is," Shirley went on, "the rent's too high." She stared into Cecil's face.
"How high?" he asked – and Shirley told him.
"If I shared it with someone and it's big enough for two it would be perfect, Cecile just perfect!"
"Do you know anyone you'd like to share with?" he asked quietly.
"Yes," said Shirley. "You!"
Cecil felt his heart race. This sweet little chick! But… could he continue to keep up his act? His act that was so real so important yet so fragile! "Why me?" he breathed.
Shirley placed her hand on his. "Because I like you, Cecile. You're you're like me not like some people some girls " she stopped speaking suddenly, gripped his hand, then: "There's a girl just come in who would share with me but but she scares me."
"Why?" Cecil looked at Shirley curiously, wondering why a girl could scare Shirley, when the small girl jogged his elbow, pointed carefully: "Look, Cecile over there that's the girl – that's Eunice!"
Cecil looked, casually at first then with a small puzzled expression. The girl looked vaguely familiar. It wasn't until she turned and showed herself, full face, that Cecil recognized the girl that he'd seen with Beverly in the Eros Cafe.
"That's Eunice?" he asked.
"Yes," whispered Shirley.
"I'm glad you didn't share with her," said Cecil, carefully. "That girl's a lesbo!"
Shirley snatched her hand away from his.
"How do you know?" she snapped.
He stared at Shirley in surprise. "I I saw her in a Cafe where they're all lesbians," he murmured.
"You, too?" asked Shirley, disappointment and disillusionment in her voice.
"No," Cecil suddenly wanted to laugh, "Gee " he stopped himself before he swore like Benny, "No I just happened to go in there with someone we didn’t know it was for lesbos only!"
Shirley stared at him suspiciously.
"Are you telling me the truth, Cecile?" she asked in a prim, aloof voice.
Cecil shrugged his shoulders. "Why should I lie?" Then he added slyly, "It's you who were suggesting that I share with you… I wasn't asking you!"
Shirley bridled. "You've got a darn nerve!"
Cecil rolled his eyes over Shirley's body in a parody of desire and she smothered a small laugh, that threatened to bubble up.
He leaned towards her, whispered into her ear, "If I was a lesbo, Shirley, I'd go for you you sweet, little doll!"
Her face flushed scarlet, then Shirley began to giggle. "Funny you should say that," she murmured, then they both giggled together like a pair of baby chicks. When they stopped, Shirley said: "Will you?" And when Cecil raised his eyebrows, she asked it: "Share my place?"
"Sure," said Cecil devoutly, "Sure I will!"