it's an experiment, was what tom and dick had told him, to see if you can pass for a woman.
now, stanley is deeply regretting ever going through with this âexperimentâ as local womanizer gaston sidles up to him, flirtatious smirk gracing his lips.
âhello there,â he says in his usual deep voice, all rough around the edges, making stanley lucky for the makeup on his face that hides his growing blush. âi donât think iâve ever seen you here before. are you new to the city?â
âno,â stanley says, trying to force his voice to sound higher, more like that of a womanâs. he knows heâs failing, can see the way gaston seems momentarily confused by the too-high pitch of his voice, but he continues anyway. âjust not usually one for, uh, partying.â
âi see,â gaston says, glancing around the club for a moment. âwell, if youâre not one for the scene, so to say, how about you come back to my place? itâs much quieter, a lot less... hectic.â stanley swallows, heart racing inside his chest.
stanley should have known better than to trust someone like gaston. as soon as the doorâs shut behind him, gaston is on him, lips pressed against his before they slip lower, trailing kisses down his neck.
âyouâre not like any other woman iâve been with,â gaston says, a bit breathlessly at that as he trails back up stanleyâs neck, nipping at the area just under his ear, leaving stanley weak and unable to stop his body from responding, though desperately hoping the other man doesnât notice. âyouâre not as soft as them. you seem stronger, more... manly.â gaston leans back just a little, meeting stanleyâs eyes. he smiles. âi like it.â with that, he returns to his kissing, hands running down stanleyâs sides. just as he begins to step in closer to press their bodies together, stanley jumps away from him. gaston stares at him, confused.
âa simple ânoâ would have been fine,â he says, taking in stanleyâs wide-eyed, panicked expression.
âi need to tell you something,â stanley says, taking a deep breath before continuing, âiâm not what you think i am.â gaston lets out a laugh.
âwhat, are you some sort of alien?â he says with an amused look on his face. stanley shakes his head.
âno,â he says. âiâm completely human. iâm just not a, uh,â he vaguely gestures to the lower half of his body before saying, âa woman.â he glances up at gaston for a reaction, heart racing as the man stands expressionless for a few moments too long. suddenly, he breaks out into a grin.
âyes. maybe i didnât in the club, but, i could tell by the way you are, um, quite flat-chested,â stanley blushes. gaston begins to step closer as he continues, âand donât have the same figure as other women,â another step. âyour jawline is much sharper than any womanâs that i know of,â another step, and heâs right in front of the other man. âand there was just a hint of stubble around your lips when we kissed.â stanley gulps, heart racing inside his chest at the pairâs close proximity.
âand youâre... okay with this?â he asks, unable to stop himself from letting his gaze flicker down to the tempting pair of lipstick-stained lips that are separated from his own by just a few short inches. said lips curl up into a smirk.
âwhy wouldnât i be?â gaston says, and stanleyâs gaze lifts now, finding a hint of mischievous glee in the other manâs eyes as he leans in, lips just brushing against stanleyâs as he continues, âi like my men exactly how i like my women,â his hands rest on the door on either side of stanleyâs head, trapping him there, âall dressed up with nowhere to go.â