Hans Scherner - Sex-starved sneak

Beverly blushed, smiled. "That's a very sweet thing to tell a girl," she said tenderly.

"You're a very sweet girl," he told her.

She stroked the side of his face, gently. "And you're a sweet boy," she said.

But he didn't want to be a boy, Cecil whispered to himself, he wanted to be a girl! Just like Bev!

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.