Hans Scherner - Sex-starved sneak

A sliver of saliva slid down Benny's chin; his forehead glistened with smears of sweat and he tried to wipe it away as he asked, "Was was it the first time for you, Cecile?" Then Benny's eyes widened with wonder when Cecil answered, "The first time… as… as a girl!"

"As a girl?" the little man repeated.

"Yes," said Cecil very simply, "as a girl!" He dropped his eyes down, his voice strangely humble as he asked, "Benny, am I any good as a girl?" When he looked up, Benny was smiling through the tears of emotion that trickled from his eyes. His face was soft with wonder.

"Any good!" Benny slithered across the floor and embraced Cecil's legs. "Oh, Cecile, you lovely, little cunt, you're the best fuckin' little girl there ever was!" Then his lips fastened on Cecil's mouth and he sucked hungrily, urgently as if he was trying to draw sweetness and strength from his delicious little girl.

Afterwards they had made the arrangement. "You can leave the clothes here," said Benny, eagerly, "change here then when you want to get back into your other clothes " he raised his arms expressively, "well, then " he said, smiling, "you've no problem!"

Cecil had admitted to Benny that he had lied when he told him that he wanted the apparel for a play. There wasn't any play, he told Benny, he wanted the clothes for himself, because later, he said, "I'm going to live as a girl all the time, Benny I’ll leave home, maybe never go back get a job and a place to live and " Cecil's eyes had glistened with the excitement that just talking about it generated in his body.

"How're you gonna pay for your course at the school?" Benny had asked when Cecil told him of his plans to study stenography.

"I I've got a friend who'll lend me the money," he told the little shop owner. Beverly had lent him enough to buy the clothes and she'd give him all he needed for the commercial school, she had promised.

"This this friend a man?" asked Benny, when Cecil had told him where he'd got the money.

"Why no it's a girl!" said Cecil, his eyes wide with surprise.

Benny let out his breath loudly. "Geezus" he said, devoutly, "I'm glad of that!"

And Cecil had wanted to laugh out loud as he had experienced the first strange joy of evoking jealousy.

"You don't have to pay for the clothes, Cecile," said Benny with a fierce urgency, "Geezus I'm happy as a king just to give 'em to you an' an' if you need somethin' extra," he swallowed, "well, then… "

"I've got to give you something for the clothes," said Cecil earnestly.

"Give me something!" Benny stared at Cecil with his eyes opened wide, "Geezus you've given me somethin'!" His face worked with^ emotion, then: "I I never expected to get so much from anyone for for anythin'! Geezus, Cecile you've given me yourself an' an' I'm crazy about you, Cecile can't – can't you tell?"

Cecil felt his face flush. Is this how a girl felt?

"Thanks, Benny," Cecil whispered, "thanks for everything!" And he wondered if Benny really knew how much he was thanking him for.

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!

"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.