A GENTLEMAN'S WAGER
A gentleman's wager never seemed so risky...or so worth it...
Steven Stewart had been invited to a weekend long western theme party along with his brother. There was just one stipulation. Steven had to go dressed as Ms. Stella. Considering he was gay, it was going to be pretty hard to catch a cowboy if everyone thought he was a girl.
Chase Montgomery was obsessed, both with his lover of three years and Steven Stewart, a man he had only seen in a picture. The weekend theme party he was throwing was the perfect time to introduce both to the fantasies in Chase's mind. Now, if he could only get his lover to agree.
Warner James was someone who refused to give up control. While that attitude served him well in the business world, it was hard on his love life. He never dreamed his lover was thinking of brining someone else into their relationship...until he meets Steven. Warner might even be interested in a bit more than just a weekend fling if he can get both men to understand he was the one in control.
"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," Steven Stewart griped as he looked down at his costume. "I look like an idiot."
"You look great," his brother Marc replied. "Stop whining."
Steven rolled his eyes. "I'm wearing a corset, Marc, with garters, women's hosiery, and a long gown." Steven waved his hands down his outfit to emphasize the fact that he was indeed wearing women's clothing. "I look like a freak. Hell, I even have a parasol and a little hat with a veil."
"It's a western themed party, Steven. No one's going to think you're a freak. I'm sure that there will be plenty of people dressed like you."
"Woman, Marc," Steven growled as he grabbed a handful of the silk dress and swished the skirt around. "There will be plenty of women dressed like me. I seriously doubt there will be a single man dressed as a lady except me."
"So, you'll be unique." Marc chuckled as he settled his brown cowboy hat on his head and ran his fingers across the brim.
"Marc!" Steven exclaimed. "Being gay does not mean that I want to stand out. I'd really prefer to just fade into the woodwork, you know? Being the center of attention is not something I like."
Steven felt Marc pat him on the shoulder. He almost turned and bit his brother's hand. "You'll be fine, Steven, just don't tell anyone that you're a man and they will never know the difference. Besides, you make a really hot cowgirl. You've certainly got the legs for it."
Steven rolled his eyes. "Is there some reason I got stuck being the girl and you get to be the gunslinger?" He shook his finger at Marc. "And you'd better not say it's because I'm gay."
"It was the only other western outfit I could find."
"Then how come you're dressed as the gunslinger instead of me?"
Marc chuckled as he glanced down at himself. "Seriously, dude? Do I even look like I could fit into that outfit?"
Steven had to admit that his brother had a point. Marc took after their father. He was tall, muscular, and built. Steven, on the other hand, took after their mother. He was short, skinny, and had often been referred to as delicate.
He hated it.
Every single birthday wish that he had revolved around wanting to be bigger, to fill out, or maybe just to grow a few inches taller than his five foot six frame. He hadn't grown an inch taller since his sixteenth birthday, no matter how many times he had made his wish.
"Just tell me I don't look totally ridiculous," Steven finally said, accepting the fact that he would be attending the biggest party of the season around dressed as a woman.
"Bro," Marc said as he settled his hands on Steven's shoulders and turned him to face the full length mirror hanging on the wall, "I would never make you do something that made you look ridiculous. I promise. And I wasn't kidding when I said that you looked hot."
Steven looked at himself in the mirror. He supposed he didn't look too bad. The cream colored traveling dress he wore showed off his slim body at its best. The waistline was tightly cinched around his waist due to the corset he wore underneath. The neckline was high enough that he wouldn't need to shove something down the front to create a cleavage.
There were two items that he wore that Steven loved. The first were the garters and the hose. Marc was right. He did have good legs, a present from his mother who had been a dancer before she married his father. His legs might be short, but they looked great encased in women's hosiery.
The second item Steven liked was the pearl choker around his neck. It was a simple choker, just three strands of pearls with a large teardrop pearl hanging from the bottom strand. Steven knew it was fake but it still looked good on his slim throat.
Add in the long French tip nails and makeup, the way his brother had swept up Steven's long blond hair into some sort of twist on top of his head and Steven didn't think he looked too bad. His outfit was topped off with a small pill box type hat with a thin veil that covered half of Steven's face and a matching parasol.
"See?" Marc chuckled. "You do look hot."
Steven laughed. "Okay, I guess I don't look too bad, but if anyone makes fun of me you're a dead man."
Steven couldn't believe he was giving in so easily. He shouldn't be surprised though. He had been giving in to his brother's crazy schemes since they were kids. Marc could get Steven to do just about anything.
Marc was also there to accept part of the blame when things went wrong or to protect Steven when others bothered him. Steven supposed that was why he continued to listen to Marc. He was a good brother even if he was a tad misguided.
"You ready to go?" Marc asked as he pulled his long black duster on over his shoulders.
Steven grimaced. "I guess." There just didn't seem to be a way to get out of going, no matter how uncomfortable he was. His brother might think he looked hot but Steven still felt like a freak.
"Hey, Steven," Marc called out as Steven carefully walked to the front door. It wasn't easy in the four inch high heeled boots he wore. "If anyone gives you any trouble you just let me know, okay? I'll take care of them."
Steven rolled his eyes again, something he did often in the presence of his brother. "I'll be fine, Marc."
"I'm just saying…"
Steven ignored Marc and made his way out to Marc's four door sedan. Not only did his ankles wobble as if they were about to snap at any second, but Steven had a bit of trouble getting himself into the car without slamming the door on the bottom of his dress. But he finally managed it, and by then, Marc was in the car waiting.
"So, tell me about this party," Steven told Marc as they got on their way.
"It's supposed to be a real blast. This guy always plans these weekend long theme parties. This year, he rented out an old western town. We're all supposed to arrive this afternoon and the party goes straight on till Sunday. Everyone has to stay in costume the entire time."
"And how did you get invited to this party?" Steven asked.
Marc shrugged. "I did some work for the guy a couple of months ago. He sent me a couple of tickets because he liked the work I did."
"And, of course, you immediately thought of me instead of taking some girl with you."
Marc chuckled. "I thought you'd enjoy it."
"You mean you couldn't find a date to take with you." It was a statement, not a question. Marc was his brother and Steven knew he cared but if Marc had been able to find a date to bring with him, Steven would be sitting at home alone right now and he knew it.
"So, we have to stay in costume all weekend?"
Marc nodded. "Yeah, but don't worry. I have a suitcase packed for you with everything you'll need. Oh, and you'll have to leave your cell phone in the car. No modern technology is allowed."
"What if there's an emergency or something?"
"I'm sure they have that covered. Mr. Montgomery has a lot of people working this gig. If there's a problem I'm sure they can handle it. We're just supposed to sit back and relax, enjoy ourselves. Think you can do that?"
"Yeah, I guess." Steven glanced out the window at the passing terrain. "Are there going to be other gay men there?"
"Haven't a clue, bro, but you'd think there would be." Marc patted Steven on the leg. "Maybe you'll be lucky and find a cowboy."
Steven once again rolled his eyes at his brother. "Or maybe I'll get lynched."