Monica, he thought she was different, all right! She was small and blonde, with wet, pink lips, overdeveloped breasts, and underdeveloped hips. When Beverly was around her, she seemed to have a hard time keeping her hands off her. Monica stayed at Beverly's house three nights a week, and Beverly stayed at Monica's for the other four. Quite an arrangement, thought Cecil.
Beverly still visited the Eros Cafe. Sometimes she even traveled on the bus with Cecil when he was going to Benny's and she was going to the cafe. He wondered sometimes about the girl that she'd met on that never – to – be forgotten night… Was she still seeing her? Cecil never asked Beverly about that: there were some things that Beverly didn’t want to discuss. Even with good friends!
Cecil stared into the small garden the old backyard. The shed! He stared at the small lean – to, remembering Blanche, and feeling glad that he'd have left home before she returned from school in three days. He wouldn't have wanted to make a sad farewell to Blanche. Or Alma. He would miss seeing Alma, too. She would return on the same day as Blanche. He was glad about that. He would see them both later when he was settled when he was established… as a girl. And his mother and Donna wouldn't know he was leaving until after he'd gone and they found the note.
He had it all worked out. He was pretty good at planning things, he told himself… He ought to be Goddamned pleased with himself! Then why did he have a bitter lump in his throat?
There was even a job lined up for him. He'd found it on the mimeographed list that the commercial school gave all their pupils. Nearly all the jobs were for girls Cecil hadn’t minded that and there were only three boys, apart from Cecil, in the commercial class. He heard one of them complaining that all the jobs he'd applied for had stipulated girls!
So Cecil took a day off from high school, called in at Benny's, then applied for the job that he'd selected.
It was just a small job in an unimportant office but it was what Cecil wanted… and they hired him as Cecile! He remembered the interview so well. It had been another small test that he had successfully passed. He was glad of that glad in more ways than one. He hoped that he'd pass all the tests… because he knew that there were more… There always would be more!
The first day he'd gone to Benny's… the first time he'd been dressed up… and after… Benny had given him that first, exquisite orgasm! He'd thought that was the final test! He'd been so elated. Fuck my cunt he'd told Benny. And when Benny did and he came then came again with violent, blasting orgasms he'd told himself that that was it the final test… he had it made… If only he'd known it was only just beginning! Benny! All through the months that he had spent at the commercial school… the time of waiting for his graduation the time of preparation for his permanent transition Benny had doted on him, bought him new clothes as if he was a sugar daddy and Cecil was his baby doll. All through the waiting time Benny had loved him.
Cecil had appreciated and enjoyed the attentions that had been bestowed upon him. His body had twisted and writhed with a semblance of ecstasy when the sharp shaft had pierced his willing flesh, screwed through the sensitive tissue around the small, expanding star, and dived deep within his body to cause the fierce violence of blasting orgasms. Yet, even as the cock spurted hotly into his anus and his own small penis squirted jerkily, Cecil was aware of a small sense of incompleteness.
There was more! There must be more and he thought of Beverly and her words on the bus… It was nice it was good but it wasn't complete, was it? Was it? Would it ever be? The intrusive thought thrust itself into his mind unbidden and often resisted all his efforts to reject it.
He shook his head tiredly then with an intense mental effort, Cecil dragged his mind down to earth to mundane, practical things. There was so much he still had to do. Time was short… in two days he would have left this house. He took a deep breath, then Cecil began the final preparations for his transition.
Chapter 17
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.