She wriggled her body towards his. "I'm not afraid, Cecile I'm never afraid of you!"
He took her tiny hand, slipped it down his body, across his palpitating belly until it was over his small, gently pulsing penis.
Shirley's body froze. He felt her fingers go numb. "What what " she asked, her eyes immense, her mouth pursed in a puzzled, frightened OOOh!
"I'm a man, Shirley," he whispered. "I'm a man and I love you!" He rolled himself, dragged her small female body under his.
"How but how " she panted, struggling, wriggling to move herself.
He pinned her body with his thighs, gripping her hips, holding her, positioning her… Then his knees thrust between her thighs, parted them. "Just a small man," he murmured, letting his belly glide down gently, touch hers, "for a tiny girl." His puny cock reared itself, as if with anger, probing at the miniature lips of the virginal cunt. He groped for her lips with his mouth. Shirley moved her head from side to side in frightened confusion. He caught her squeezed his face down* opening his mouth over hers, sucking her in. He moved his hips, thrust upwards. The small lips parted before the tip of the penis, let the slim shaft slide in then gripped it with an intense tightness. "Oh, Shirley," Cecil dragged his lips away from hers, spoke from deep in his throat. "I'm inside you I'm in!"
"Cecile Ceciiiile!" it was a high sound "I've never had " she began, then small spasms shook her body and she writhed in an agony of endeavor. "Oh, Cecile go in go in deep " she slid her body lower down in the bed, and the small cock became larger, swelling inside the cunt, letting the vaginal walls grip it with their tight ecstasy. "Ceciiile, pleeeze ssscrew mee!" the high sound turned into words, and Cecil began to move in and out, up and down with a new, confident, excruciatingly sweet movement.
"Shirley, my sweet little veegee I love you you sweet, little cunt I love you!"
"Fuck me, Cecile I've never been fucked please fuck me!"
He eased in deeper and deeper with a delicious, squeezing pressure. The lips slid wetly on the small penis, lubricating it, letting it slide inside the tiny, moist cunt, which fitted like a skin – tight glove on the skidding, slipping mini – cock!
Epilogue
They were married in a quiet, simple ceremony. The only guests were Cecil's family and Beverly, who had wanted to be present for the closing Chapter of the story that only she had seen begin.
Cecil, looking more masculine than his sisters ever remembered, wore a dark gray suit with a smooth, serene confidence and Shirley looked heartbreakingly young in the flesh – colored costume that was her bridal gown.
After they were married, they had both agreed that they would return to their previous way of life living together, working together as girls, as friends as well as enjoying the delights of male and female sexuality. But for this wedding this small tableau they were merely male and female.
When the brief ceremony was over, Beverly as Cecil had previously asked her took Alma and Blanche to a cafe to engage in their own small celebration. But Joanne, curious to see the place where her son would live with his wife, accompanied Cecil and Shirley with Donna to their apartment. They only stayed long enough to taste a little wine, exchange a few, meaningless words then Joanne left with Donna.
As soon as they had gone, Cecil urgently eager to tear off his hated male clothes and return to the self that he loved, Cecile changed into his comfortable and cute miniskirt and blouse… And no one would have known anything about this if Donna had not stopped outside the apartment glanced inside in time to see Cecil's transition then called, her small voice shrill with excitement: "Look, mom! Cecil's turned into a girl!"