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This story takes place on the night of Brad and Janet's "meeting" the Transexuals. You thought that Columbia, Rocky, Frank, and Eddie died, right? You were wrong! Well, here's what REALLY happened that night:
*takes place after Brad, Janet, Rocky, Columbia, and Frank have just finished the final number on stage after "Wild and Untamed Thing"*
They had just finished dancing their final number, and had sweat glistening on their foreheads. They lined up for their final bow, all of them imagining a standing audience, cheering for their glorious performance. The curtain was pulled shut by Dr. Scott, who in his fishnets and 4-inch heels, looked quite a sight in his wheelchair, legs finally ceasing to flail about.
The group walked off the stage into the back room and broke up, untangling the fishnets from the feathered boas. Rocky collapsed in the floor and pulled his high heels off and tossed them into a corner, a little too roughly, not actually taking notice of his own strength.
"Baby, did you not enjoy the floorshow?" Frank asked his creation adoringly, while lovingly stroking his wet hair. "Ugh uh hu uh," Rocky grunted while throwing his boa in the same corner as his shoes. But, never the less, he looked up at Frank and smiled a happy yet exhausted grin. "Oh, Baby, you must be worn completely out after such a strenuous, confusing day," Frank knelt down beside him and gently kissed his cheek, "Come into the wash-room and let me help you with your make-up." Frank and Rocky made their way to the back of the room and into the wash-room, while over in the other corner was Columbia, undressing out of her slightly uncomfortable corset and fishnets.
She towel-dried herself and slipped on a black t-shirt with the words "Don't hate me because I'm beautiful!" on the front and some black panties. She too walked into the wash-room to remove her make-up and dry her hair.
Brad and Janet were in the center of the back room. Janet had already changed into a frilly nighty and Brad was in the process of changing into some flannel pajama pants and an undershirt. "Brad, darling, do you think we'll stay here for awhile? I think I rather enjoy being here!" Janet told her fiancee. "I should think so Janet. It is quite pleasurable here, let's stay for at least a little while," Brad answered, nodding in approval. They smiled at each other and continued changing. "I'm going to go wash my face now, Brad. See you in a bit!" Janet walked into the wash room, which was now quite crowded.
"Baby, now, quit wriggling so, I can't help you if you won't hold still!" Frank's voice was forceful, but had a tone of love in it. Rocky hadn't taken too kindly to having his make-up removed with the bottled liquid that Frank held in his hand. It stung his skin and made his eyes water. "Ahh, ugh! ow!" he grunted in pain. "There, there, stop squirming so. I'm doing the best I know possible. It's almost over!" Frank had gotten the majority of Rocky's face paint off and was now blowing a cool breeze onto his face to relieve the stinging. "See, I told you it wasn't that bad. Perhaps next time we will use a water-based paint on you, that is, at least until you get used to the harsh toner. I hate seeing my darling in pain." Agh ugh uh hu!" Frank had stopped blowing into Rocky's face and the stinging had not gone fully away. "Now now, please Rocky, don't be such a baby!"
"Frank, for goodness sakes, he's only 7 hours old, he IS a baby!" Columbia cried, "C'mere Rocky, there, now, how's that?" Columbia applied a cucumber mask onto Rocky's chapped face and the moaning soon stopped. "See, Frank, ya just gotta use some creativity!" she smiled chipperly. Frank glared at her. "I am creative! I put this whole floorshow together! By MYSELF!" he angerly yelled, frightening Rocky in the process. Rocky cringed, and clung to Janet, who in turn stroked his face lovingly, almost motherly. "There there Rocky, it's alright. Frankie's just throwing another hissy fit, don't whimper so!" she cooed. Rocky smiled and didn't let go of Janet. This angered Frank even more so. He jerked Rocky off of Janet and pulled him into a giant bear hug. Over Rocky's blond hair he stealthily glared at Janet and Clolumbia. "Rocky, is MINE, do you hear me?? I created him, I loved him, he belongs to me! ME!" Frank yelled and took Rocky's hand in his own and stormed out of the wash-room and back into the back room. "Good grief, boy does he have his fishnets in a wad!" Columbia chuckled. Janet giggled along with her and plugged in the hair dryer.
This story takes place on the night of Brad and Janet's "meeting" the Transexuals. You thought that Columbia, Rocky, Frank, and Eddie died, right? You were wrong! Well, here's what REALLY happened that night:
*takes place after Brad, Janet, Rocky, Columbia, and Frank have just finished the final number on stage after "Wild and Untamed Thing"*
They had just finished dancing their final number, and had sweat glistening on their foreheads. They lined up for their final bow, all of them imagining a standing audience, cheering for their glorious performance. The curtain was pulled shut by Dr. Scott, who in his fishnets and 4-inch heels, looked quite a sight in his wheelchair, legs finally ceasing to flail about.
The group walked off the stage into the back room and broke up, untangling the fishnets from the feathered boas. Rocky collapsed in the floor and pulled his high heels off and tossed them into a corner, a little too roughly, not actually taking notice of his own strength.
"Baby, did you not enjoy the floorshow?" Frank asked his creation adoringly, while lovingly stroking his wet hair. "Ugh uh hu uh," Rocky grunted while throwing his boa in the same corner as his shoes. But, never the less, he looked up at Frank and smiled a happy yet exhausted grin. "Oh, Baby, you must be worn completely out after such a strenuous, confusing day," Frank knelt down beside him and gently kissed his cheek, "Come into the wash-room and let me help you with your make-up." Frank and Rocky made their way to the back of the room and into the wash-room, while over in the other corner was Columbia, undressing out of her slightly uncomfortable corset and fishnets.
She towel-dried herself and slipped on a black t-shirt with the words "Don't hate me because I'm beautiful!" on the front and some black panties. She too walked into the wash-room to remove her make-up and dry her hair.
Brad and Janet were in the center of the back room. Janet had already changed into a frilly nighty and Brad was in the process of changing into some flannel pajama pants and an undershirt. "Brad, darling, do you think we'll stay here for awhile? I think I rather enjoy being here!" Janet told her fiancee. "I should think so Janet. It is quite pleasurable here, let's stay for at least a little while," Brad answered, nodding in approval. They smiled at each other and continued changing. "I'm going to go wash my face now, Brad. See you in a bit!" Janet walked into the wash room, which was now quite crowded.
"Baby, now, quit wriggling so, I can't help you if you won't hold still!" Frank's voice was forceful, but had a tone of love in it. Rocky hadn't taken too kindly to having his make-up removed with the bottled liquid that Frank held in his hand. It stung his skin and made his eyes water. "Ahh, ugh! ow!" he grunted in pain. "There, there, stop squirming so. I'm doing the best I know possible. It's almost over!" Frank had gotten the majority of Rocky's face paint off and was now blowing a cool breeze onto his face to relieve the stinging. "See, I told you it wasn't that bad. Perhaps next time we will use a water-based paint on you, that is, at least until you get used to the harsh toner. I hate seeing my darling in pain." Agh ugh uh hu!" Frank had stopped blowing into Rocky's face and the stinging had not gone fully away. "Now now, please Rocky, don't be such a baby!"
"Frank, for goodness sakes, he's only 7 hours old, he IS a baby!" Columbia cried, "C'mere Rocky, there, now, how's that?" Columbia applied a cucumber mask onto Rocky's chapped face and the moaning soon stopped. "See, Frank, ya just gotta use some creativity!" she smiled chipperly. Frank glared at her. "I am creative! I put this whole floorshow together! By MYSELF!" he angerly yelled, frightening Rocky in the process. Rocky cringed, and clung to Janet, who in turn stroked his face lovingly, almost motherly. "There there Rocky, it's alright. Frankie's just throwing another hissy fit, don't whimper so!" she cooed. Rocky smiled and didn't let go of Janet. This angered Frank even more so. He jerked Rocky off of Janet and pulled him into a giant bear hug. Over Rocky's blond hair he stealthily glared at Janet and Clolumbia. "Rocky, is MINE, do you hear me?? I created him, I loved him, he belongs to me! ME!" Frank yelled and took Rocky's hand in his own and stormed out of the wash-room and back into the back room. "Good grief, boy does he have his fishnets in a wad!" Columbia chuckled. Janet giggled along with her and plugged in the hair dryer.