Frankenstein's Fair Lady

by Anitra Lynn McLeod

  Turning Loren from picture-perfect to actual perfection took longer than Frankenstein could have guessed.

  “I will not be rushed, my dear Frankie. This will all come together but only with diligent work.”

  Frankenstein thought Loren would lose his enthusiasm for the game, but each new challenge seemed to reinforce his commitment. He wondered why then realized that having such a clever disguise would allow him more ways to ply his gambling skills. Or his seduction skills, for he was quite good at both.

  Of course, that thought brought Frankenstein back to spikes of jealousy when he thought of Loren with other men or women. He wanted to possess his creature completely but despaired that he had no right to do so. Even though he created him, he certainly didn’t own him.

  To get his mind away from that, he considered again the idea of letting him go entirely. He’d had plenty of opportunity to study him. He’d not seen one dangerous mentality or truly anything amiss. The only thing that separated Loren from the vast sea of humanity was his extraordinary ability to heal and possibly his ability to pass as either male or female. Other than those things, he was simply a perfectly healthy human male.

  One that Frankenstein couldn’t stop thinking about.

  He wanted to leave but found he couldn’t do that either. Not only did Adelaide and Loren expect him to squire lady Loren about, but he also had to play the part of Loren’s maid, a position Frankenstein balked at.

  “I can’t very well have a real maid attend to him.” Adelaide’s eyes flashed bright blue, her calculating eye color. “The whole scheme hinges upon secrecy.”

  “Adelaide, you can’t be serious. I don’t know how to act as a lady’s maid. I wouldn’t know the first thing to do.”

  “I am quite serious and you can learn just as Loren has learned to be a lady.”

  “This is absurd. You’ve been dressing him up to this point, and you can continue to do so. I must say no.” It wasn’t the absurdity of the idea that put him off, but the idea of being so intimate with Loren. As his maid, Frankenstein would have to dress and undress him. He didn’t trust himself to be alone in a suite of rooms with him so the idea of being alone with him in a small room where Loren was mostly bare—“No.”

  “Frankie.”

  “No.”

  “I hate to do this, but if you refuse, then I will have Loren removed from my home.”

  “So? What happens to him is no concern of mine.” Frankenstein refused to look at Loren when he said such a cutting thing. “I told you I was against this from the very start but you two”—he flicked his finger at the both of them—“refused to listen to me.”

  “You are soft on the boy. Admit it.”

  “He is not a boy and I am not soft on him.” If anything, Loren made him unbearably hard. “I think it would be for the best if you ended this harebrained scheme immediately.”

  But it was Loren who begged him with both beseeching eyes and words in a voice that hovered between male and female. “Please. She will pay what people think I owe.”

  “You said it was your luck that—”

  “It was. I didn’t cheat. But I’m not going to be able to make anyone believe that before they have me killed.”

  That stopped Frankenstein in his tracks. If he refused to help, and Adelaide cut Loren free, Loren would have to return to the streets. It wouldn’t take any time at all for the goons to find him and kill him. Even with his ability to heal quickly, if there were enough men with enough weapons… Worse, he imagined a horror beyond all horrors: Loren cut into chunks and unable to die.

  “Fine!” Frankenstein could not let Loren fall to that. “But once you’ve had your fun grinding this in the faces of those you despise then you will pay for my transport far from here.”

  “Far?” Adelaide asked. “To where?”

  “America.”

  Adelaide and Loren gasped in unison.

  “I cannot stay here.” Frankenstein struggled to compose himself. “You know that. I have to start over.”

  “With Loren?” Adelaide asked the question but it was Loren who seemed to hold his breath, waiting for an answer.

  Mercifully, the clock chimed off the hour, reminding him of his appointment.

  “I have to go and meet with my attorney.” Frankenstein walked off before they could ask him again to answer the question. How could he answer them when he didn’t know? A part of him wanted to stay with Loren but another part knew he would never have a normal life with his creature at his side. Thinking of him as an experiment helped Frankenstein keep their relationship in perspective. If he had to act as his maid, fine, he would do that and keep in mind this was only a means to an end, not an end in and of itself.

  To settle his debts, Frankenstein had to sell his home despite the infusion of Adelaide’s cash. Adelaide also found places for all of Frankenstein’s servants, and she’d allowed him to bring to her home the few items he couldn’t live without, mainly his books and the smaller of the two electric generators Nikola Tesla had given him. He had to keep the machine in the spring shed, covered by tarps and protected by a locked crate, but at least he had it. Someday, he would have another place where he could set it up and conduct new experiments.

  The attorney for the plaintiffs rescinded the charges against him once he paid back his clients and vowed not to practice pet resurrection again. His competitor was delighted and now had a virtual monopoly on the enterprise.

  Frankenstein fell further into a funk, especially now that he couldn’t continue to avoid Loren. With all the preparations complete, Frankenstein had to learn how to be Loren’s maid.

  “It’s not that difficult.” Adelaide showed Frankenstein how to lay out Loren’s clothing so that when he dressed him, the next item of clothing was at hand.

  “I had no idea women wore so many layers.” Focusing on that kept his attention off a mostly bare Loren, who stood by the full-length mirror wearing only a pair of loose-fitting pantalets.

  “We do so suffer for our beauty.” Adelaide pointed to the various layers until Frankenstein could name them backward and forward. “Now dress your fair lady.”

  He thought his hand would shake, but he felt remarkably calm as he slipped the chemise over Loren’s shoulders. Loren tucked the garment into his pantalets. Then Frankenstein slipped the corset around him. Loren held it up in front while Frankenstein tightened the stays. He did as Adelaide suggested, tightening the area around the waist firmly then allowing it to open upward.

  “Can you breathe?” she asked Loren.

  “Yes.” Loren sounded breathless but that might just be the way Frankenstein processed his voice. When he spoke as a man, Frankenstein heard his voice as just a voice, but when he spoke as a woman, Frankenstein heard Loren’s voice as music. Thankfully, Adelaide’s attendance forced him to keep his mind on his task and away from other things.

  Loren slipped faux breasts into the cups of the corset, centering them.

  Next, Frankenstein added a small fabric bustle that would help give Loren the illusion of hips and minimized the way his buttocks lifted at the back. Then an underskirt, which helped to make a rustling noise when he walked. Adelaide said the garment had become quite fashionable in the country because it reminded one of the sound of walking on leaves. Next, he helped Loren step into the skirt then pulled it up to his waist, centering and fastening it against the bustle. Then, they added the jacket part of the dress, which went up high on Loren’s neck, hiding his tell-tale Adam’s apple. Then stockings and shoes.

  From start to finish, the clothing had taken almost twenty minutes to put on.

  “A vision in pink.” Adelaide clapped her hands.

  Loren curtsied.

  Frankenstein stood feeling every inch the fool.

  “Oh, heavens. Do stop making that face, Frankie. You appear as if you’re headed to the gallows.”

  “If this goes wrong, I might be.”

  “Posh and bother. It won’t go wrong but even if it did, it will only be
a joke that didn’t go over. No harm done.” Adelaide fussed with the multitude of details on Loren’s dress. “If it does go over…well then, it’s all in fun, yes?”

  “Fun. Yes.” Frankenstein wished he could think of a way out but he was in too deep.

  “Gloves.”

  Frankenstein helped Loren slip the gloves on. They ended at his wrists.

  “Now the very final touch. Your jewelry.”

  His hands trembled as he fastened a brooch to the center of the neckline. “There.”

  “Thank you.” Loren’s words washed moist heat over Frankenstein’s mouth.

  Unable to speak, he nodded and stepped back.

  “Well?” Adelaide asked, turning Loren toward the mirror. “What do you think?”

  “I hardly recognize myself.” He touched his hair. “My hat.”

  “Not for this gathering tonight. Dancing and hats do not mix.”

  “Dancing?” Frankenstein asked.

  “Of course. It’s a county party. Dancing and dining and who knows what other fun we shall get up to?”

  “You do know how to dance, don’t you?” Loren asked.

  “Yes, of course.”

  “Oh, Frankie is a wonderful dancer. You will be most pleased.”

  Before he could think of anything else to say, or pray that lightning would strike him so he didn’t have to do this, Frankenstein found himself and Loren whisked down the back stairs and out the servant’s entrance and popped into a plush carriage.

  They trundled away from Adelaide’s estate so that they could make an entrance.

  Trapped in the conveyance without a book and nothing to do but sit for over an hour if not more, Frankenstein turned toward the window.

  “I guess you can’t avoid me anymore.” Loren settled his hands in his lap.

  “I wasn’t avoiding you.”

  “No?”

  “No. And we’re alone so you can stop doing that with your voice.”

  “Does it bother you?”

  “No.” Frankenstein would never let Loren know how much it intrigued him. How when he thought about him speaking in that voice directly into his ear while wrapping his hand around his cock—no. Definitely couldn’t tell him that. Although, the reaction in his trousers made it clear just the idea of it pleased him.

  Frankenstein reached for the small interior lamp but Loren stayed his hand.

  “Don’t blow it out. Please. I like looking at you.” He placed his hand in his lap. “Don’t you like looking at me?”

  “Loren, I do not know what game you’re trying to play with me, but this—I’m only doing this to help you and to help Adelaide. There is nothing between us.”

  “Nothing?”

  “Nothing. Now, please. Do not torment me any further.”

  “Torment you?”

  “What would you call this?” Frankenstein lifted his hands to encompass both of them and the carriage.

  “I would call it trying to save myself.”

  “Call it what you will.” Frankenstein pressed his legs together to keep them away from Loren’s skirts but also to hide a painful problem.

  “Frankie—”

  “Don’t call me that.” He glared harshly at him. “I will abide by this charade but I will not allow that.”

  “I’m sorry.” Loren lowered his head. “Let me help you with that.”

  “With what?”

  But Loren didn’t say. He showed. He dropped to his knees and pushed Frankenstein’s legs apart. Frankenstein tried to sputter out a shocked demand for him to stop but his brain refused to open his mouth. It knew that Loren had magic in his touch. Knew that he could put an end to the stiffness between his legs.

  “We can’t have you arrive at the party like this.” Loren tsked as he unfastened Frankenstein’s trousers.

  “It will make a mess.”

  “No, it won’t.” Loren grinned briefly up at him then pulled Frankenstein’s cock into his mouth.

  Wet heat enveloped him and then, when he didn’t think it could get better, Loren tugged softly on his cock, the extreme bliss of which pressed Frankenstein hard against his seat. If he didn’t, he feared he would catapult forward and ravish his creature.

  Loren pushed Frankenstein’s legs apart and moved closer. He lifted and lowered his head while holding Frankenstein’s stiff member upward, bobbing over the thick stalk as if it were the most lewd of treats.

  Frankenstein reached out to touch Loren.

  Loren rose up, taking his talented mouth away. “You can’t touch me without messing up my hair or dress.”

  “But you—I want—”

  “You must sit there while I have my way with you.” Loren grinned briefly and then descended, taking Frankenstein’s cock so deep into his mouth the tip hit the back of his throat.

  “Loren.” Frankenstein consoled himself with caressing the velvet of the seat cushion but it was no match for the feel of his creature’s skin. “I’m going to spend.”

  Instead of pulling away or slowing down, Loren tightened his grip, sucked harder, and bobbed his head more quickly.

  “Loren. Oh, Loren. Please. Don’t make me do this. I can’t—” but it was already too late. Frankenstein erupted into Loren’s mouth, shivering while his creature pulled every last drop from him. Loren didn’t release him until Frankenstein stopped shaking and collapsed boneless and spent against the seat. Once he’d satisfied him, Loren refastened Frankenstein’s trousers so that it appeared as if nothing had just happened.

  Eyes closed, Frankenstein allowed himself a few moments to recover. He heard Loren’s dress rustling. It did sound like someone walking on leaves. When he finally opened his eyes, Loren sat across from him, his hands clasped together in his lap, his gaze fixed on Frankenstein’s, and the most self-satisfied smirk lifting his lips.

  “Why did you do that?”

  “Because I wanted to.”

  “Loren.”

  “I could hardly allow you to enter the party with a stiff member in your trousers. What would people say?”

  “And you?”

  “Me?” Loren asked.

  “What about you?” Frankenstein told himself to stay in his seat, to let this bizarre situation end here, but he couldn’t. He’d taken pleasure from Loren twice now without giving anything back. He would never do that again. If he took it, he had to return it.

  “I’m fine.”

  “You’re not.” Frankenstein dropped to his knees before Loren. He plunged his hand below the yardage of his skirt, grasped his ankle then slipped his hand upward, teasing over that sensitive spot on the back of his knee until he found the soft pleasure of his inner thigh.

  “Don’t.” Loren’s voice dropped into a husky register as he tried to push Frankenstein’s hand away but there were too many layers for him to have any effect.

  “Turnabout is fair play.”

  “You can’t possibly—oh!” Loren’s eyes rounded when Frankenstein slipped his hand between the panels of his pantalets and wrapped it around his prick. Hot, hard, and slick with precum, his creature’s cock strained against Frankenstein’s palm. To touch another this way, so intimately, only added to Frankenstein’s excitement.

  “Do you want me to stop?” Frankenstein asked, keeping his attention riveted to Loren’s face while he tightened his grip upon his prick.

  “I…I should.”

  Frankenstein went to pull his hand away but Loren placed his on top. Even through the layers he managed to trap his hand.

  “But I don’t.” Loren relaxed into the seat, spreading his legs to give Frankenstein more room.

  Frankenstein watched his creature’s face as he worked his hand up and down his length. When he thought he might be at the edge of release, he slipped his way under his skirt and drew him into his mouth.

  “Oh.” Loren’s voice twisted between male and female, between pleasure and pain.

  Frankenstein had no idea he would taste so good and sucked harder while cupping his balls, just as he’d see
n him do that night when he’d attended himself. Determined to give him back even better than he’d given, Frankenstein eased off so that he could explore Loren’s body. He stroked over the inside of his thighs, teased his tender sac, and then worked one finger between his buttocks.

  When he teased his hole and sucked his prick in tandem, Loren rocked his hips.

  “You’ve undone me.”

  Loren jerked upward each time he spewed.

  Frankenstein sucked harder then released the pressure but kept his mouth around Loren’s prick until he was certain he’d finished. He kissed his inner thigh and then slipped out from under his skirt.

  “You.” Loren cupped Frankenstein’s face, pulled him tight, and kissed him.

  He could taste his pleasure on his creature’s lips and knew Loren could do the same.

  They kissed hotly until Adelaide’s estate came into view.

  “We must now look as if nothing untoward has happened.”

  “Nothing has.” Frankenstein helped fluff Loren’s skirt.

  “Your hair.” Loren smoothed the tangled strands and then stroked his cheek. “I’m sorry, I never should have done this to you.”

  “You mean…” Frankenstein blushed madly as he finished, “Take my prick between your lips?”

  “No.” Loren laughed lightly. “I should have done that to you the day I met you and every day after that. I mean this. Me in a dress and this crazy scheme.”

  “Adelaide is very good at getting what she wants.”

  “I could have said no.”

  “I said no and couldn’t make it stick.” Frankenstein kissed the back of Loren’s hand. “We are here now and the only way out is through.”

  “We could tell the driver to speed away into the night.”

  “To where?”

  “Anywhere. Sell these jewels around my neck and take the first steamer to America.”

  Frankenstein found himself smiling at the plan. “What would we do there?”

  “You could go back to doing what you did before.”

  Frankenstein released Loren’s hand. “I’m afraid I can’t do that anymore.”

  “Why not?”

  “I made an agreement not to.”