As the months passed, Frank found himself ever more dependent on the love Rocky brought into his life. Not only did they share their bodies with each other, but also their innermost thoughts, their deepest fears, and their fondest dreams. The apprehension and insecurity he'd experienced when he first met Rocky was but a dim memory. In Rocky's arms, he felt invulnerable to all emotional harm; the strength of their love made him feel safer than he'd ever thought possible.
It was, not surprisingly, a love both took pains to hide from the outside world. Their sexual involvement, in and of itself, was not a problem. In fact, since the time Frank lost his virginity, those interviewed to work in the palace were informed they would be expected to submit to any sexual demands he might make of them. However, the knowledge that a servant, no matter how highly placed, had such an emotional hold on Frank would not sit well with his mother.
Mindful of this fact, they conducted their affair with the utmost discretion. Public displays of affection were nonexistent, and the time they spent alone was carefully budgeted to avoid the appearance that they were too often in each other's company. Fortunately, Rocky's position afforded them an excuse to be together; it was, after all, his job to take care of Frank's needs, whatever they might be.
Despite their best efforts, Frank's mother recognized the unmistakable signs that her son had fallen in love. Fortunately, she was mistaken about the object of that love. Throughout his relationship with Rocky, Frank had continued taking other lovers - both to keep up appearances, and to satisfy his ongoing need for female sexual partners. His most frequent companion was Madria, the young woman he'd met the night before Rocky entered his life. As Madria was Frank's most visible lover, the Queen naturally concluded it was with her that Frank was in love. When questioned by his mother, Frank denied that he was in love with anyone. Naturally she didn't believe him; she knew Frank too well. She decided Frank was simply too proud to admit that one of his conquests had actually managed to conquer *him*.
Predictably enough, the beautiful, secluded little clearing on the palace grounds remained a special place for Frank and Rocky. Oftentimes they would go there to make love; other times they would simply sit and talk for hours. This particular day, shortly before Frank's eighteenth birthday, was one of those times.
While Frank's fifteenth birthday had marked the beginning of his sex life, his eighteenth would mark the beginning of his public life. Until now, Frank had led a highly protected existence. Due to his youth, he had not been expected to make public appearances or be involved in the affairs of state. Most significantly, the Palace had been able to strictly control all press coverage of him. Any media outlet daring to transmit unauthorized photographs or stories about him would have been subject to severe penalties, up to and including dissolution. That protection was about to come to an end, much to the delight of the press corps. As if his royal status weren't enough, Frank was handsome, sexy, brilliant and decadent. It was an embarrassment of riches; undoubtedly stories of his exploits would translate into increased circulation and higher ratings. He would be, as they say in the trade, "good copy."
As yet Frank had not contemplated the darker implications of the press coverage to which he would soon be subject. All he knew was that all eyes would be on him on his eighteenth birthday, and he wanted to make the most of the opportunity.
Rocky looked at him slyly. "Have you seen any fashion magazines lately? The hottest evening look for men...at least for young, attractive men...is lingerie. You know, corsets, fishnet stockings and all, with makeup to accompany it. It's unbelievably sexy. Would you consider anything like that?"
Frank looked doubtful. "I don't know. I can't imagine how I'd look."
Rocky smiled. "Oh, I can. Frank, you'd look completely amazing. Let me buy everything, and you can try it out. I'll do your makeup. If you don't like it, no harm done. But believe me, it's a power look. Not everyone has the looks and confidence to pull it off, but those that *do* instantly have power over everyone else in the room. You're charismatic enough to do that even without the garb and makeup; *with* it you'll be absolutely breathtaking."
Frank thought a moment, smiled and shrugged. "Why not."
Later that afternoon, Rocky walked into Frank's bedroom, several boxes in his hands. Opening the first box, he withdrew a black sequined corset, black satin panties, and fishnet stockings, along with a pair of elbow length gloves. He then opened a second box and took out a pair of high, sequined platform shoes.
Frank looked at the ensemble and raised an eyebrow. "Lovely. Where's the rest of it?"
Rocky laughed. "Okay, okay. Until you feel comfortable, you can wear *this* over it." He opened a third box, the largest, and pulled out a black satin floor-length cape, lined in silver lamé.
The appearance of the cape did little to allay Frank's doubts. "I really don't know about this."
Rocky shook his head. "Just seeing the stuff laying on your bed doesn't show you anything useful. You need to actually see yourself wearing it, with the accessories and makeup. *Then* you can make an informed decision."
Frank sighed. "All right. So I assume I'm actually to don everything now?"
"Yes, but not in here. Go into the sitting room and put it on there. I don't want you looking into a mirror until I've finished with you."
Frank gave him a suspicious look, but followed his instructions. Once Rocky finished applying Frank's makeup, a lengthy and painstaking process, he smiled smugly and nodded. "*Now* you can look."
"Yes, certainly, once I figure out how to walk in these shoes."
Rocky laughed, but made no move to assist Frank. Fortunately Frank was well-coordinated, and after a few wobbly steps managed to find his footing. He walked into the bedroom and stood before the floor-length mirror, frozen with shock.
Rocky was right...he *did* look amazing. The corset hugged his trim, well-toned body, and the fishnet stockings and high heels emphasized his beautifully formed legs. Complementing the clothing was the equally flattering makeup job Rocky had given him. His large hazel eyes, surrounded by expertly applied eyeliner and shadow, sparkled even in the relatively dim light of the bedroom, and the glistening deep plum lipstick highlighted his sensuous lips. His mane of shiny ebony curls provided the perfect finishing touch. The overall effect was incredibly striking. It was a "power look" indeed.
Finally, Frank tore his gaze away from the mirror and looked at Rocky. "It's fabulous. I don't quite know what to say."
Rocky walked up behind Frank, put his arms around his waist and planted a lingering kiss on his neck. "Fortunately I know *exactly* what to say. You're the most incredibly sexy creature that ever stepped foot on Transsexual's soil, and this ensemble brings it out perfectly. If you don't wear it to your party, you'll be making an enormous mistake."
Frank smiled seductively. Turning to face Rocky, he put his arms around him and pulled him close. He teasingly inserted his tongue in Rocky's ear, making him moan with pleasure. "Your assistance is certainly greatly appreciated. I'd love to thank you properly, but I rather hate to mess up this beautiful makeup job so quickly."
With some reluctance, Rocky disentangled himself gently from Frank's embrace. He knelt before Frank and looked up, an equally seductive smile on his own face. "Then allow me to express *my* appreciation for your beauty. I promise I won't mess up a thing."
It was, not surprisingly, a love both took pains to hide from the outside world. Their sexual involvement, in and of itself, was not a problem. In fact, since the time Frank lost his virginity, those interviewed to work in the palace were informed they would be expected to submit to any sexual demands he might make of them. However, the knowledge that a servant, no matter how highly placed, had such an emotional hold on Frank would not sit well with his mother.
Mindful of this fact, they conducted their affair with the utmost discretion. Public displays of affection were nonexistent, and the time they spent alone was carefully budgeted to avoid the appearance that they were too often in each other's company. Fortunately, Rocky's position afforded them an excuse to be together; it was, after all, his job to take care of Frank's needs, whatever they might be.
Despite their best efforts, Frank's mother recognized the unmistakable signs that her son had fallen in love. Fortunately, she was mistaken about the object of that love. Throughout his relationship with Rocky, Frank had continued taking other lovers - both to keep up appearances, and to satisfy his ongoing need for female sexual partners. His most frequent companion was Madria, the young woman he'd met the night before Rocky entered his life. As Madria was Frank's most visible lover, the Queen naturally concluded it was with her that Frank was in love. When questioned by his mother, Frank denied that he was in love with anyone. Naturally she didn't believe him; she knew Frank too well. She decided Frank was simply too proud to admit that one of his conquests had actually managed to conquer *him*.
Predictably enough, the beautiful, secluded little clearing on the palace grounds remained a special place for Frank and Rocky. Oftentimes they would go there to make love; other times they would simply sit and talk for hours. This particular day, shortly before Frank's eighteenth birthday, was one of those times.
While Frank's fifteenth birthday had marked the beginning of his sex life, his eighteenth would mark the beginning of his public life. Until now, Frank had led a highly protected existence. Due to his youth, he had not been expected to make public appearances or be involved in the affairs of state. Most significantly, the Palace had been able to strictly control all press coverage of him. Any media outlet daring to transmit unauthorized photographs or stories about him would have been subject to severe penalties, up to and including dissolution. That protection was about to come to an end, much to the delight of the press corps. As if his royal status weren't enough, Frank was handsome, sexy, brilliant and decadent. It was an embarrassment of riches; undoubtedly stories of his exploits would translate into increased circulation and higher ratings. He would be, as they say in the trade, "good copy."
As yet Frank had not contemplated the darker implications of the press coverage to which he would soon be subject. All he knew was that all eyes would be on him on his eighteenth birthday, and he wanted to make the most of the opportunity.
Rocky looked at him slyly. "Have you seen any fashion magazines lately? The hottest evening look for men...at least for young, attractive men...is lingerie. You know, corsets, fishnet stockings and all, with makeup to accompany it. It's unbelievably sexy. Would you consider anything like that?"
Frank looked doubtful. "I don't know. I can't imagine how I'd look."
Rocky smiled. "Oh, I can. Frank, you'd look completely amazing. Let me buy everything, and you can try it out. I'll do your makeup. If you don't like it, no harm done. But believe me, it's a power look. Not everyone has the looks and confidence to pull it off, but those that *do* instantly have power over everyone else in the room. You're charismatic enough to do that even without the garb and makeup; *with* it you'll be absolutely breathtaking."
Frank thought a moment, smiled and shrugged. "Why not."
Later that afternoon, Rocky walked into Frank's bedroom, several boxes in his hands. Opening the first box, he withdrew a black sequined corset, black satin panties, and fishnet stockings, along with a pair of elbow length gloves. He then opened a second box and took out a pair of high, sequined platform shoes.
Frank looked at the ensemble and raised an eyebrow. "Lovely. Where's the rest of it?"
Rocky laughed. "Okay, okay. Until you feel comfortable, you can wear *this* over it." He opened a third box, the largest, and pulled out a black satin floor-length cape, lined in silver lamé.
The appearance of the cape did little to allay Frank's doubts. "I really don't know about this."
Rocky shook his head. "Just seeing the stuff laying on your bed doesn't show you anything useful. You need to actually see yourself wearing it, with the accessories and makeup. *Then* you can make an informed decision."
Frank sighed. "All right. So I assume I'm actually to don everything now?"
"Yes, but not in here. Go into the sitting room and put it on there. I don't want you looking into a mirror until I've finished with you."
Frank gave him a suspicious look, but followed his instructions. Once Rocky finished applying Frank's makeup, a lengthy and painstaking process, he smiled smugly and nodded. "*Now* you can look."
"Yes, certainly, once I figure out how to walk in these shoes."
Rocky laughed, but made no move to assist Frank. Fortunately Frank was well-coordinated, and after a few wobbly steps managed to find his footing. He walked into the bedroom and stood before the floor-length mirror, frozen with shock.
Rocky was right...he *did* look amazing. The corset hugged his trim, well-toned body, and the fishnet stockings and high heels emphasized his beautifully formed legs. Complementing the clothing was the equally flattering makeup job Rocky had given him. His large hazel eyes, surrounded by expertly applied eyeliner and shadow, sparkled even in the relatively dim light of the bedroom, and the glistening deep plum lipstick highlighted his sensuous lips. His mane of shiny ebony curls provided the perfect finishing touch. The overall effect was incredibly striking. It was a "power look" indeed.
Finally, Frank tore his gaze away from the mirror and looked at Rocky. "It's fabulous. I don't quite know what to say."
Rocky walked up behind Frank, put his arms around his waist and planted a lingering kiss on his neck. "Fortunately I know *exactly* what to say. You're the most incredibly sexy creature that ever stepped foot on Transsexual's soil, and this ensemble brings it out perfectly. If you don't wear it to your party, you'll be making an enormous mistake."
Frank smiled seductively. Turning to face Rocky, he put his arms around him and pulled him close. He teasingly inserted his tongue in Rocky's ear, making him moan with pleasure. "Your assistance is certainly greatly appreciated. I'd love to thank you properly, but I rather hate to mess up this beautiful makeup job so quickly."
With some reluctance, Rocky disentangled himself gently from Frank's embrace. He knelt before Frank and looked up, an equally seductive smile on his own face. "Then allow me to express *my* appreciation for your beauty. I promise I won't mess up a thing."